You remained chaste on your wedding night, do you really think this holy son is a simp?

On the high platform.

Although Gu Changyuan's gaze occasionally swept over the arena below, his eyes remained completely unmoved.

That aloof indifference made it seem as if everything was under his control and nothing could surprise him.

Just then.

A series of hurried footsteps came from one side of the platform, breaking the lazy atmosphere around Gu Changyuan.

A young man dressed in the robes of an inner disciple ran up to Gu Changyuan.

Before he could even catch his breath, he knelt down on one knee with a thud, his movements perfectly standard and incredibly respectful.

The disciple lowered his head, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and spoke with a hint of anxiety and a touch of eagerness to claim credit and reward.

"Holy Child!"

"That Lin Chen... something's not right."

The disciple raised his head, stole a glance at Gu Changyuan's expression, and seeing that the Holy Son had no reaction, he mustered his courage and continued.

"He has won several games in a row."

"I don't know what kind of medicine that kid took, or what kind of incredible luck he had."

"Several senior brothers from the inner sect were just as powerful as him, and some were even more powerful."

"He had barely gone up there a couple of times when he blasted him down."

The disciple swallowed hard, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

"This kid seems to have some real skills, and he's getting crazier and crazier as the fight goes on, and his methods are becoming increasingly ruthless."

At this point, the disciple stopped.

He hesitated, his eyes darting around, as if he dared not speak directly for fear of offending the Holy Son.

But the meaning was already quite clear.

If Lin Chen continues to win like this, what if he actually makes it to the finals and even wins a prize?

Where would that leave the Holy Son's face?

Everyone knows that the Holy Son doesn't like Lin Chen. If Lin Chen were to turn the tables, wouldn't that be a slap in the face to the Holy Son?

Gu Changyuan looked at the disciple kneeling on the ground with a half-smile and said.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid he'll cause trouble? Or are you afraid I'll lose face?"

"This disciple wouldn't dare! This disciple is only worried that that beast will spoil the Holy Son's mood!"

After saying that, Gu Changyuan stopped looking at the disciple.

He knew what this disciple was thinking; he simply wanted to share his burdens, show off in front of him, and gain some benefits.

That's the allure of power.

As long as you stand in a high position, without you even saying a word, countless people will naturally vie to be your lackeys.

Gu Changyuan didn't say anything either.

He reached into his sleeve and rummaged around.

The action was casual, but what he pulled out made the surrounding air freeze for a moment.

He casually tossed out a large seal, about the size of a palm.

The seal rolled to the ground with a dull thud, until it reached the disciple's knees.

This large seal is entirely black, with intricate patterns engraved on it, and faint shimmering light seems to move across it.

Even just lying there quietly, it exudes a chilling aura of pressure.

The disciple was stunned for a moment.

He subconsciously looked down, and what he saw made his eyes widen instantly.

My breathing became rapid.

As an inner disciple, although he hadn't seen much of the world, he still had some discernment.

This is a magic weapon!

And it's definitely not the kind of generic stuff!

That spiritual energy fluctuation was even much stronger than the third-tier magic sword that Wang Meng had just taken!

He hurriedly reached out his hands and carefully picked up the large seal, his fingers trembling, and said excitedly.

"Dharma seal?"

"Is this for me?"

"Thank you for your grace, Holy Son!"

"Thank you, Holy Son!"

"This disciple will certainly live up to the Holy Son's expectations!"

"Even if it costs me my life, I'll cripple that ill-mannered beast!"

"I'll show him what happens when you offend the Holy Son!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Changyuan looked at his excited expression, waved his hand dismissively, and said with a cold smile.

"Alright, stop kowtowing, go ahead, don't disappoint me."

After saying that, the disciple took the magic seal and retreated.

Watching the disciple's departing figure, Gu Changyuan's smile grew even colder, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes as he spoke.

"This Lin Chen is really an unkillable cockroach. Despite being seriously injured and humiliated like that, he still managed to win so many matches in a row."

"Turning the tide? What waves could he possibly stir up?"

"Oh."

"There's no such thing as turning the tide; he just has someone backing him up. It seems the person inside his ring is quite capable."

"They've probably gone to great lengths to protect Lin Chen as their host."

"That's even better. The more outstanding he is, the more the remnant soul in the ring will be consumed."

"Once I've drained that remnant soul of its power, let's see what it has left to fight me with."

"In the end, whether it's that ring, the remnant soul inside, or the luck on Lin Chen's body, it's all the same."

"They will all be mine."

"When raising pigs, you have to feed them well so they grow fatter and you feel more accomplished when you slaughter them."

After saying that, Gu Changyuan closed his eyes to rest.

Meanwhile, on the arena, the atmosphere was extremely heated.

Another muffled sound.

Lin Chen kicked an inner disciple away, sending him flying. The disciple crashed heavily off the stage, clutching his stomach and unable to get up for a long time.

Lin Chen stood in the center of the arena, panting heavily.

Although he had several new injuries and his physical strength was almost exhausted.

But the smile on his face was even brighter and more arrogant than before.

He opened his arms, basking in the astonished and shocked gazes around him.

At that moment, he felt like he was the center of the world.

Lin Chen laughed loudly and shouted to the disciples below the arena.

"Did you see that?"

"This is true power! Open your eyes and see clearly who the true chosen one is!"

"Why aren't those who wanted to see me fail laughing now?"

After he finished speaking, the disciples below the stage looked at each other, none of them daring to utter a sound.

Although they disapproved of Lin Chen's smug and arrogant attitude, they had to admit that his current strength was indeed somewhat strange.

Winning so many matches in a row and defeating a group of inner sect masters is something that ordinary people cannot do.

At this moment, the senior student in charge of refereeing came up.

He glanced at Lin Chen, who was still acting crazy, frowned slightly, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes as he spoke.

"Lin Chen wins this match."

"Next match: Lin Chen vs. Chen Tao!"

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, a path parted in the crowd.

A figure slowly walked out.

The man was dressed in a brand-new inner disciple's robe, had a tall and straight figure, and wore a confident smile that made people very uncomfortable.

It was Chen Tao, the one who went to find Gu Changyuan just now.

Lin Chen glanced coldly at Chen Tao, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his lips, and said.

"snort."

"Another one sent to their death."

"Since you're in such a hurry to be reborn, then I'll grant your wish."

"Become my defeated opponent."