The Young Lord, Gu Changge
The Young Lord, Gu Changge
“So this is the face of the Supreme Stygian Holy Land, one of the so-called Six Great Holy Lands of the Eastern Barren? Bullying others with your power, currying favor with the mighty, and forcibly pushing your own daughter into a pit of fire?”
“From beginning to end, did anyone ever ask whether the Saintess of Supreme Stygian herself was willing? Today, I will demand justice on her behalf.”
“As for my status as a disciple of Supreme Stygian Holy Land—I no longer want it.”
“But I ask Supreme Stygian Holy Land to remember this: the humiliation of today, I, Ye Chen, will repay in full one day.”
Inside the magnificent great hall, it was noisy, with many people standing about.
At this moment, a determined young man with delicate features and an unyielding expression was clenching his fists, letting out his indignant roar.
His name was Ye Chen, an inner Sect disciple.
“Insolence! A mere inner Sect disciple dares to talk back to the Honoured Noble? It seems you no longer wish to live!”
Beside him, an inner Sect Elder exuded a terrifying aura, but his face had turned livid and ugly as he moved to shout the young man down.
Within the main hall of Supreme Stygian Holy Land, one of the Six Great Holy Lands of the Eastern Barren, how could a mere inner Sect disciple be allowed to act so presumptuously?
Moreover, today was the grand occasion of the investiture of the Holy Son, with many great powers invited to attend.
Right now, they were all watching the show from the sidelines.
If not for the sake of appearances, he would have long since slapped this tactless inner Sect disciple to death.
Inside the great hall, a crowd of inner Sect disciples and direct disciples were pointing fingers and discussing amongst themselves.
The way they looked at the determined young man before them was no different from looking at a fool.
“Has this Ye Chen gone mad? He actually ran into the great hall to say such things?”
“Although his strength is quite decent among the inner Sect disciples—I even heard an Elder wanted to take him in as a direct disciple—but now, it seems that’s out of the question.”
Someone couldn’t help but sneer.
“I think he truly doesn’t want to live anymore. If he angers that young lord, our entire Supreme Stygian Holy Land will probably suffer for it.”
The direct disciple beside him spoke with some anger, worry in his heart.
If Ye Chen’s actions just now caused that mysterious young lord to become displeased...
Then it probably wouldn’t just be Supreme Stygian Holy Land that suffered.
The entire Eastern Barren would suffer for it.
So he wished he could personally strike Ye Chen dead on the spot.
The Elders and disciples of the great powers who had come to observe the ceremony were also all in a mood to watch the excitement.
Of course, many of them regarded this inner Sect disciple named Ye Chen as nothing more than a monkey.
A mere inner Sect disciple—was there nothing better he could do?
He just had to go and talk back to the current Supreme Stygian Archbishop.
“Your name is Ye Chen, is it? I remember you. You come from a small place in the Qing Domain. You survived the Hundred Dynasties War, and only then were you able to join my Supreme Stygian Holy Land...”
“And now, you tell me that you wish to cast aside your identity with Supreme Stygian Holy Land?”
At this moment, a middle-aged man who had been seated at the head of the great hall spoke.
As his eyes opened and closed, strands of golden light flickered; his aura was as deep as an abyss and vast as the sea, utterly soul-stirring. Divine light flowed over his body, carrying a terrifying majesty that commanded awe without anger.
Clearly, this was a supreme expert.
He was none other than the current Honoured Noble of Supreme Stygian Holy Land.
The moment he spoke, the entire great hall fell silent.
The guests from the various powers who had come to observe also stopped talking.
Weng!
Ye Chen felt a powerful pressure bearing down on him, and sweat trickled down his forehead.
But at a time like this, he would not back down.
Besides, he had a powerful trump card of his own.
“Honoured Noble, I merely wish to seek justice for the Saintess. I cannot simply watch her fall into a pit of fire...”
Ye Chen’s words rang out forcefully, righteous and awe-inspiring.
As he spoke, his gaze drifted involuntarily toward a woman at the front of the hall.
That woman was beautiful, with exquisitely perfect features.
Her eyes were like autumn waters, her brows like distant hills.
Her dark hair was soft and smooth, her lovely face fair and crystalline, shimmering with a moving luster.
Dressed in flowing white robes, she exuded an otherworldly, transcendent air—an ethereal and serene temperament that was difficult to put into words.
She was like a fairy from the Nine Heavens who had accidentally fallen into the mortal world.
Facing everything happening in the great hall, her expression remained calm from beginning to end.
“A pit of fire? How dare you...”
Hearing these words, the Supreme Stygian Archbishop’s face immediately darkened with anger.
At this, many people began to understand, their expressions turning strange, tinged with mockery.
After all that talk, Ye Chen’s outrage amounted to nothing more than this: the Saintess he had admired for so long was being sent by the Honoured Noble to another man’s side, and he was bitter and resentful about it.
Although many young disciples felt the same displeasure and jealousy, none of them dared to wear it on their faces like Ye Chen did.
And they were far from stupid.
After all... that young lord’s identity was such that even the Honoured Noble himself treated him with utmost respect, not daring to slight him in the slightest.
And at this very moment, many people’s gazes turned in unison toward the young man who had been sitting behind the seat of honor all along, sipping tea with lowered eyes, as if he cared nothing for anything happening around him.
Gu Changge!