He's Really Not Bad at Naming, His Positioning Just Seems Like a Smooth-Sailing Protagonist
He’s Really Not Bad at Naming, His Positioning Just Seems Like a Smooth-Sailing Protagonist
Subduing the entire Divine Crocodile Clan hadn’t actually cost Gu Changge much effort. After all, under the terrifying control of the Entanglement Immortal Art, he could decide the life or death of even the clan’s three Sacred King Realm Ancestors with a single thought.
At worst, he could just kill a few more people later to create a greater deterrent, making the rest even more fearful and unwilling to entertain thoughts of rebellion.
Naturally, Gu Changge wasn’t afraid of them harboring rebellious intentions.
Even if they did, it didn’t matter.
What he wanted was merely a blade to fight and conquer for him.
If this blade broke or snapped, he could simply replace it with a new one. He didn’t care about these forces—he could discard all of this at any time.
In Gu Changge’s eyes, the various clans of the Celestial Ancient Continent were the best tools.
At least in terms of bloodline talent, they were uniquely blessed, far surpassing the many Human Cultivators and living beings of the outside world.
Therefore, Gu Changge planned to spend this period training a terrifying army within the Celestial Ancient Continent, one that would conquer the various heavens for him in the future—capable of slaying Sacred Emperor Realm beings above and sweeping through the Ten Thousand Worlds below.
Weng!!
Soon, having received Gu Changge’s orders—
“We greet our Master!”
The three remaining Sacred King Realm Ancestors of the Divine Crocodile Clan all knelt before Gu Changge, calling out respectfully.
They believed themselves to be controlled by Gu Changge’s Slave Mark, never once imagining that the problem lay in that Immortal Scripture they had gone to such painstaking lengths to obtain from the Black Hawk Family.
No matter who it was, even if they racked their brains at this moment, they could never guess that the root of all this was actually that Immortal Scripture.
And even if they figured it out, they probably wouldn’t dare believe it.
This only showed how meticulous and astonishing Gu Changge’s methods were—describing them as flawless wouldn’t even begin to cover it.
“I’m not one to slaughter the innocent either. As long as you serve me faithfully, there will naturally be benefits for you...” Gu Changge said casually, making empty promises as his gaze swept across those before him.
“Select all the clansmen above the True Enlightened Realm who are brave and skilled in battle.”
“From this day forth, you shall be known as the Divine Crocodile Army.”
Gu Changge spoke with a meaningful smile of keen interest.
At the same time, with a wave of his sleeve, light descended as he bestowed upon them a cultivation technique called the Life-Creation Art.
He himself couldn’t be bothered to come up with some lofty, grandiose name—as long as it was memorable and easy to distinguish, that was enough.
“Yes, Young Master.”
Although the three Sacred King Realm Ancestors knew Gu Changge most likely harbored ill intentions, who among them would dare refuse at this point?
Behind them, the dense, tide-like masses of Divine Crocodile clansmen wore incomparably bitter expressions as they accepted this technique before Gu Changge’s very eyes.
It was called the Life-Creation Art?
But if it truly lived up to its name, why would Gu Changge hand it over to them?
The clansmen below the True Enlightened Realm secretly rejoiced in their hearts, breathing sighs of relief.
Currently, there were numerous experts within the great hall—just the Sacred Realm beings who had shown themselves numbered as many as thirteen.
In Gu Changge’s eyes, this was still a force not to be underestimated.
Subsequently, the entire Divine Crocodile Clan received their Ancestors’ command: from this day forth, the Divine Crocodile Clan would submit to Gu Changge.
And they began selecting members for the Divine Crocodile Army!
The entire clan, top to bottom, would serve at Gu Changge’s disposal.
This order immediately shocked the whole clan.
Many clansmen were initially stuck in shock and confusion, completely unable to understand what had happened or why they all had to obey Gu Changge’s commands.
But since these were the Ancestors’ words, naturally no one dared defy them.
As for Gu Changge, they were certainly no strangers to him.
Across the entire Celestial Ancient Continent, which clan didn’t know of Gu Changge’s terrifying reputation?
None of them had expected that, in the end, they would actually have to submit to Gu Changge.
This news was simply too unexpected.
Afterward, word spread from the Divine Crocodile Clan’s upper echelons that Gu Changge was the chosen successor of the Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being.
Back then, their Founding Ancestors had followed the Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being, so following Gu Changge now was only natural and proper.
For the sake of face, they naturally couldn’t admit that all of this had been forced upon them by Gu Changge’s Slave Mark.
And just like that, the enormous Divine Crocodile Clan was entirely subjugated by Gu Changge within three days, and he began training this army.
However, under Gu Changge’s deliberate control, this news had yet to spread.
Gu Changge had other plans—he was waiting for this blade to deliver a fatal blow to the entire Celestial Ancient Races at the critical moment.
Afterward, Gu Changge set off, bringing the three Sacred King Realm Ancestors of the Divine Crocodile Clan with him toward the territory of the Ancient Flying Serpent Clan.
The Black Hawk, Ancient Flying Serpent, and Divine Crocodile Clans appeared united on the surface, but in truth, there was no shortage of friction and competition between them in secret.
That said, these three clans were the most powerful and ancient among the clans left behind by the Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being back then.
The other clans were ultimately a notch weaker compared to them.
Even across the entire Celestial Ancient Continent, few clans could rival these three races in power.
Soon, several terrifying pressures descended like collapsing heavens, tearing through space and crashing down upon the Ancient Flying Serpent Clan’s territory.
“Young Master, this is where the Ancient Flying Serpent Clan resides,” one of the Divine Crocodile Clan Ancestors said respectfully, having led Gu Changge here.
At this point, they were certainly unwilling to be the only clan submitting to and following Gu Changge—they absolutely had to find a way to drag their old acquaintances down with them.
Better a fellow daoist dies than this poor daoist—why should this poor daoist die while the fellow daoist gets to live?
This was, in fact, the attitude of the various clans and Dao lineages nowadays. If you could drag one more down into the water, why not?
It also saved Gu Changge considerable effort.
In an instant, the entire Ancient Flying Serpent Clan was thrown into a massive uproar!
Soon, within the main hall, numerous Ancient Flying Serpent Clan elders and higher-ups gathered.
The atmosphere was grave and tense. Everyone looked at the young man in the center, their solemn expressions tinged with reverence.
The moment Gu Changge descended upon this place, they had actually sensed it—especially with the three Divine Crocodile Clan Ancestors at his side. His purpose was self-evident.
“Our entire clan is willing to serve the Young Master, through fire and water, without hesitation.”
All the Ancient Flying Serpent higher-ups spoke thus at this moment—quite cleverly.
If resistance were truly possible, why would the Divine Crocodile Clan act this way?
Anyone with half a brain could figure out something was wrong here.
They weren’t stupid—they had to be smart about this, to avoid pointless casualties at a time like this.
Hearing this, Gu Changge smiled faintly and nodded. “Very good. You’re quite sensible, saving this Young Master some time.”
The assembled Ancient Flying Serpent clansmen were silent as cicadas in winter.
Afterward, within the Ancient Flying Serpent Clan, Gu Changge likewise established an Ancient Flying Serpent Clan Army, specifically selecting experts above the True Enlightened Realm and bestowing upon them that same Life-Creation Art.
Gu Changge really wasn’t bad at naming things—he just couldn’t be bothered to think too hard about it.
Though these forces had yet to be revealed, they already possessed the embryonic form of something terrifying.
After all, to put it bluntly, the Feathered Clan, the Black Hawk Family, and now the Divine Crocodile and Ancient Flying Serpent Clans had all become Gu Changge’s servants.
With a single word from him, he could set these clans to slaughter for him, beginning a bloodbath from the Celestial Ancient Continent itself!
And in the blink of an eye, several more days passed.
Gu Changge estimated that the time he had left the Great Elder to give the Celestial Ancient Dragon Clan for consideration was just about up.
So he issued a single command, and the experts of the Primal Celestial Temple stationed at Supreme Peak boarded the Primal Celestial Battleships, tore through space, and came rumbling forth, descending outside Dragon Island!
An army at the gates!
Upon receiving this news, countless Cultivators and living beings were shaken by Gu Changge’s sudden move.
Gu Changge, who had vanished for so long, had actually returned to the Celestial Ancient Continent once more, seemingly intent on stirring up boundless bloodshed!
Weng!!
In an instant, streak after streak of divine rainbow light rushed over, converging outside Dragon Island.
“I’ll have to trouble the Great Elder, then.”
Gu Changge wore feathered robes of white, radiance interweaving across them. His figure appeared aboard an Ancient Battleship as he smiled faintly at the Great Elder stationed here.
“I hope you’ll honor our agreement,” the Great Elder couldn’t help but sigh, utterly helpless against Gu Changge.
This scene made countless Cultivators and living beings suck in cold breaths, horrified—it seemed the Great Elder had indeed been coerced by Gu Changge.
Meanwhile, within Dragon Island, light soared into the sky. Within the protective Grand Array, all the clansmen knelt in prayer, and heaven-shaking dragon roars rang out.
...
At the same time, in the Sky Domain, billions upon billions of miles away from Boundless Heaven.
Clouds and mist swirled, mountain ranges rose and fell, the landscape was beautiful, emerald lakes glistened like jade—a breathtaking, magnificent sight.
White clouds stretched endlessly as a single rider left all others in the dust.
Across the firmament, a red-cloud, flame-inlaid carriage was being pulled at breakneck speed by nine of the finest Pegasi.
Behind it followed a squad of powerful knights clad in armor, riding various terrifying fierce beasts, their momentum fierce and their blood qi powerful and astonishing.
The carriage rolled across the sky like churning silver snow, its commotion tremendous and quite spectacular.
Faint fluctuations resembling various powerful Divine Chains of Order flickered across the carriage’s body.
The aged coachman wore an expression of utter calm, handling everything with effortless ease... All of this served to display the nobility and extraordinariness of the person within the carriage.
The many nearby Cultivators who saw this all chose to give way, not daring to approach.
From this display alone, everyone knew the person in the carriage was either wealthy or noble—someone they couldn’t afford to provoke.
“I already told you to stop following us! Go back and tell your Young Master to stop wasting his efforts—Xiaojie isn’t interested in him at all.”
“If he doesn’t know what’s good for him, don’t blame Xiaojie for taking action.”
At that moment, the carriage’s curtain was suddenly lifted, and out popped the head of a little maid with bright eyes, white teeth, and braided hair.
The little maid looked about eleven or twelve years old, quite clever and lovely in appearance.
Her brows furrowed as she looked at the knights following behind, speaking with displeasure.
“Xiu Er-guniang, this was the Young Master’s order—there’s nothing we can do about it! Please don’t make things difficult for us. Once we’ve escorted Saintess Zijin out of the Sky Domain, we’ll head right back. We absolutely won’t linger a quarter-hour longer.”
Among the knights behind, the leader was a rather burly middle-aged man clad in golden battle armor, who smiled bitterly upon hearing this.
“It’s that annoying Zhao Tianxing again. Why won’t he just give up?”
Hearing this, the maid named Xiu Er’s expression turned thoroughly unpleasant.
Toward the Young Master behind these knights, she was annoyed to the extreme.
The reason was simple.
Seated within the carriage was none other than one of the current Successors of the Mortal Palace, Saintess Zijin.
She was also the Xiaojie whose daily life Xiu Er had always been responsible for attending to.
And the master behind these men was the Young Master of the Immortal Zhao Clan of the Sky Domain, Zhao Tianxing—a Young Prodigy renowned throughout the Sky Domain.
Zhao Tianxing had somehow learned that her Xiaojie was leaving the Mortal Palace, and had specially dispatched knights to escort her, determined to play the flower-protecting knight.
This was something they couldn’t dodge no matter how hard they tried.
These people had thick skins, escorting them all the way to the Sky Domain’s border—by now they were nearly within the territory of the Inner Domain.
This matter had made Xiu Er’s attitude toward Zhao Tianxing utterly foul. Before, she had been somewhat polite because of his status.
Now she had no pleasant expression for them whatsoever.
Moreover, Xiu Er knew that the Xiaojie behind her surely held Zhao Tianxing in low regard as well—she was absolutely sick of him.
Several times before, she hadn’t been able to hold back from striking, leaving Zhao Tianxing heavily injured.
Yet the more that happened, the more Zhao Tianxing refused to give up, dead set on pursuing Xiaojie—he was practically a masochist.
For this kind of clingy, sticky nuisance, the young lady behind her was naturally fed up to no end as well.
If Zhao Tianxing’s father hadn’t personally stepped in to plead for leniency, Zhao Tianxing would have long since been beaten half to death, likely unable to get out of bed for months.
“Zhao Tianxing doesn’t dare show his own face, so he sent the lot of you instead. If it weren’t for the young lady’s kind heart, you’d all have been slapped to death by now,” Xiu Er said displeasedly.
At this point, she paid no mind whatsoever to Zhao Tianxing’s status as the Young Master of the Zhao Clan, her little face full of discontent.
This kind of behavior—being “protected” all along the way when it was really just stalking—disgusted her.
One could well imagine that it must have disgusted the young lady behind her to the utmost degree as well.
“Our Young Master is, after all, the Young Master of the Immortal Zhao Clan, yet Saintess Zijin has never given him the time of day. Our Young Master acted out of goodwill, fearing that Saintess Zijin might meet with mishap on the road, and had us escort her all the way here.”
“Even if this earns us no merit, we’ve at least put in the hard work, haven’t we?”
“Miss Xiu Er, along this journey, how many hidden dangers did we nip in the bud? Do you truly not see any of that?”
Hearing this, the group of knights all spoke up one after another, complaining in discontent.
“Even now you still can’t take a hint, so don’t blame me for saying something ugly. The young lady has so many suitors in the Sky Domain—where exactly does your Young Master even rank among them?”
Hearing this, Xiu Er’s expression darkened, her voice carrying a chill.
She looked very young, but her cultivation was anything but weak.
She even bore a special spirit physique and had been personally taught by the young lady—her strength was actually quite formidable.
At the little maid’s words, the knights’ expressions all shifted, looking both ugly and furious, yet they could only forcibly suppress their anger.
No matter what, they had escorted her all this way—even if it earned no merit, it had cost them considerable time and energy.
Yet they couldn’t get so much as a pleasant look in return.
If it weren’t for the fact that the other party was a Successor of Mortal Palace, an exalted status not to be provoked, they would have wanted to teach her a lesson right then and there.
Especially this little maid, who, relying on Saintess Zijin backing her, kept popping out to mock and ridicule them, making their tempers flare.
Of course, they had no idea of Saintess Zijin’s true origins.
Even within the Mortal Palace, very few people knew of the power behind Saintess Zijin.
The elder who had brought her to the Mortal Palace to cultivate back then had never mentioned the matter either.
“Get lost. I despise people who moralize others into submission the most. While I’m not yet angry, you still have a chance to leave this place.”
At that moment, a melodious, heavenly voice suddenly rang out from within the carriage.
Only, this calm voice carried a chill—with a hum, runes surged forth like a sea, vast and billowing, ice-blue like frozen crystals.
In an instant, waves of icy light emerged between heaven and earth.
Astonishing frigid qi swept out in all directions, making the firmament tremble, divine energy surging and roiling as if it could drown the world.
It was like a terrifying ice storm was about to descend upon this place.
“Saintess Zijin, you...”
Seeing this, the knights’ faces all changed, their skin crawling with cold, a terrifying chill rising up their backs.
This was the first time Saintess Zijin had spoken on this entire journey—before this, she had treated them as nothing but air, completely ignoring them.
It was clear she was truly about to lose her temper.
This made their expressions grow even uglier, and they felt both unwilling and baffled.
What did “moralizing others into submission” mean? Their minds were a complete blank.
They simply couldn’t fathom why their goodwill would displease this Saintess so.
What they feared was the Mortal Palace behind Saintess Zijin, not her own strength.
Saintess Zijin’s true strength, in their eyes, was quite mysterious—she rarely ever made a move.
The power she had displayed seemed even more unfathomable than that of the other Successor, the one hailed as the reincarnation of a True Immortal.
But in the end, she was still just a junior—how could she contend with experts like them, who had cultivated for over a hundred thousand years?
That said, though they prided themselves on their strength, they truly did not wish to offend a transcendent power like the Mortal Palace.
Especially with the recent faint rumors that the Reincarnation of the Mortal One would soon return to the world...
“Scram. Tell Zhao Tianxing that if I catch him at this again, not even his father will be able to protect him.”
“These words—I, Wang Zijin, have spoken them. When the time comes, even if the Sky Emperor himself shows up, I’ll still take him down.”
The heavenly voice from within the carriage rang out again, carrying coldness and dominance.
The boundless frigid qi suddenly shifted, transforming into thousands of resplendent divine swords, ringing and clanging, their edges astonishingly sharp, as if they could slaughter all things.
These words made the knights’ faces change drastically. Though the phrasing was a bit of a tongue-twister, they understood its meaning well enough.
It meant that if their Young Master dared pester this Saintess again, he would likely face her ruthless attack, with no mercy shown.
“If you don’t want to die, then hurry up and scram.”
“If the young lady gets angry, the consequences will be very serious.”
At that moment, the old coachman who had been driving the carriage all along finally opened his eyes.
Within his profound gaze, a faint golden gleam flashed, like that of some kind of serpent.
He spoke indifferently, yet the pressure of the Sacred Lord Realm spread out, shaking this stretch of sky.
“This... that’s actually a Sacred Lord...”
“Sss!”
“How is this possible? This old coachman’s strength is actually that terrifying?”
This scene left the entire group of knights utterly shocked and dumbfounded, eyes wide, souls trembling, unable to contain their horror.
The next moment, coming to their senses, they mounted their steeds, no longer daring to linger, and hastily transformed into streaks of divine light, fleeing into the distance.
Before this, no one had ever told them that Saintess Zijin’s old coachman was actually a Sacred Lord Realm existence!
With such a being guarding her, their escort along the way had naturally been completely unnecessary!
Recalling their earlier attitude, every one of them felt a chill down their spine. If a Sacred Lord truly wished it, he could absolutely have kept every last one of them there forever!
Their whole bodies went cold, and they suddenly realized that this Saintess Zijin was far more mysterious than they had imagined.
“I never expected such a trivial matter would trouble Grandpa She.”
At that moment, after a stretch of silence, the voice from within the carriage sounded again, thanking the old man outside.
“It’s nothing. Miss shouldn’t get angry over such a trifle. It isn’t worth it.”
The old coachman driving the carriage smiled faintly at these words, his expression returning to one of breezy calm.
“It seems it’s just as I guessed—Grandpa She’s true cultivation is far from as simple as it appears on the surface...”
“He was merely hiding it all this time.”
Meanwhile, within the carriage, a breathtakingly beautiful woman in a water-blue dress had a flash of cunning pass through her lovely eyes.
It was as if she had discovered something extremely amusing.
As she spoke, her eyes couldn’t help but curve into crescent moons, making her look especially charming and lovely.
It had to be said—judging by appearance alone, this was a woman beautiful to the extreme.
Like an orchid in a secluded valley, like clear mist in the woods, utterly otherworldly, possessing a serene and moving beauty, yet also a cunning that seemed to see through everything.
She blended perfectly with the surrounding world, as if she were part of its spiritual grace.
It was a flawless feeling.
Black hair dancing lightly, long dress fluttering.
Not only was her face devastatingly beautiful, her bearing was also transcendent and refined.
She seemed untouched by mortal dust, making others feel inferior by comparison, as if all the beautiful things in this world would pale before her.
Any man who saw her would inevitably have two words surface in his mind: absolutely perfect!
This was none other than Wang Zijin, one of the two Successors of the Mortal Palace.
At this moment, she wore a satisfied expression, showing not the slightest trace of her earlier anger and coldness.
“Miss... what did you mean by that ‘moralizing others into submission’ thing you said just now?”
The little maid named Xiu Er pulled her head back in from outside and couldn’t help asking in puzzled curiosity.
Once again, she had heard a word from her young lady’s mouth that she couldn’t understand.
“Xiu Er, how do you have so many questions all day long?”
Wang Zijin tapped the little maid on the forehead, wearing an exasperated expression.
As for Xiu Er’s name, she had picked it on a whim back then because she thought it was fun—she never expected it would be used for so many years.
Xiu Er herself had no problem with the name either.
She even thought it sounded lovely, carrying an air of clever grace.
“Miss, just explain it to me, please?”
“What is ’moralizing others into submission’? For example, suppose a man gives you a spirit pill, a sacred herb, or a cultivation technique, and then demands that you must marry him—would you be willing?”
Wang Zijin smiled faintly at the question and explained it thus.
In her view, weren’t those knights from before—and all her many suitors before them—exactly like that?
Forcing their things onto her, then demanding she repay them according to their wishes.
Regarding this sort of thing, Wang Zijin had only one thing to say to them: fuck you.
“Oh, oh, so that’s what it means. Then I definitely wouldn’t be willing.”
Hearing this, Xiu Er shook her head like a rattle-drum, her face full of unwillingness.
All along, her young lady knew many things that struck her as novel and strange, yet full of profound meaning.
So Xiu Er deeply admired Wang Zijin, feeling that her young lady was practically omnipotent.
“Miss, you know so much!” Xiu Er said with a face full of worship.
“Do I know a lot?”
Hearing this, Wang Zijin was suddenly slightly taken aback, her expression turning somewhat dazed.
For a moment she felt wistful—in the blink of an eye, more than twenty years had passed.
It wasn’t that she knew more; it was that the people of this world were far more simple-minded than the people she had encountered in her previous life.
Many things that were common knowledge in her past life had to be carefully explained several times in this world before people could understand them.
That’s right.
Wang Zijin was not actually a person of this world.
She came from an era of information explosion, from an azure-blue planet, having lived in an ancient nation with five thousand years of splendid cultural heritage.
In the terminology of her previous life, she was a Transmigrator.
She had been born into a wealthy family, her parents both successful people, wanting for nothing in food, clothing, or daily needs—a rich, fair, and beautiful girl everyone envied.
Yet heaven had also been cruel to her. When she was born into the world, she was afflicted with several incurable congenital diseases, leaving her body incomparably frail.
Until the age of twenty, Wang Zijin had lain in a hospital bed the entire time.
Her only happy days were spent learning about the outside world through the screen of the internet—she had once incarnated as the Supreme Keyboard God, battling mighty heroes from all sides, and had once had both parents in Zaun...
Speaking of which, there was probably no one in the world more of a shut-in than her.
In her whole life, she had only gone out a mere handful of times.
Then, on the day after her twentieth birthday, Wang Zijin left that world forever.
When she woke again, she had already become a baby girl of the Longevity Wang Family, a peak power of this world.
According to what Wang Zijin had learned, she should have transmigrated—and transmigrated into an incomparably terrifying fantasy world.
In this world, the strong could shake the universe with a raised palm and split the sky with a single breath, while even the weak could move mountains, fill seas, fly through the heavens, and burrow through the earth.
It was not one of those worlds where battle qi turns into horses.
Moreover, her talent was terrifying—this was not some cliché dog-blood plot she knew from her past life, like a useless Third Miss rising against the heavens...
In short, regarding her transmigration, Wang Zijin’s attitude was: since I’m here, I might as well make the best of it.
Compared to her previous life, this life felt far more real and natural to her. She would no longer lie in a hospital bed, only able to learn about the outside world through a screen.
In this world, Wang Zijin quickly discovered her own positioning, which seemed different from the usual trash-to-genius template.
She was born with an invincible physique, a darling of heaven and earth—whether in background or strength, she far surpassed most of her peers in this world.
She didn’t even get the various face-slapping comeback scenarios she had been secretly looking forward to.
At first, Wang Zijin had wondered whether she might have some fiancé who would fall from his pedestal overnight, and whether her role was to be the villainess who goes to break off the engagement.
But she quickly discovered there was none.
Because her talent was simply too great, practically no young prodigy could match her, so naturally there was no clichéd engagement-breaking plot either.
Her positioning, it seemed, was that of a protagonist whose journey was smooth sailing all the way?