Impersonating the Successor of Mortal Palace, a Fellow Who Won't Shed a Tear Until She Sees the Coffin
Impersonating the Successor of Mortal Palace, a Fellow Who Won’t Shed a Tear Until She Sees the Coffin
“Everyone, withdraw.”
The smile on Gu Changge’s face finally vanished as he waved his hand, dismissing the troupe of songstresses from the hall.
“Young Master Changge...”
Jiang Chuchu frowned, not understanding Gu Changge’s actions, and wariness rose in her heart.
What she was uncertain of now was whether the Longevity Gu Family knew of Gu Changge’s identity as the Successor of Demonic Arts. And what exactly was their stance on it?
“At this point, Saintess Chuchu, there’s no need to keep playing dumb. It’s really quite tedious.”
Gu Changge spoke indifferently, carrying a hint of mocking amusement.
Compared to just moments ago, his demeanor was like that of a completely different person.
Hearing this, Jiang Chuchu froze, unable to maintain her composure.
From Gu Changge’s words, was he planning to lay his cards on the table?
A chill ran down her back as she suddenly sensed danger.
But before Jiang Chuchu could react, she felt Gu Changge make his move against her, a wave of his sleeve.
Terrifying spatial fluctuations surged forth!
The next moment, Jiang Chuchu’s vision blurred as a Space Rift abruptly appeared, extending continuously from beside her, rapidly expanding, and instantly enveloping her.
Weng!!
Her figure vanished into thin air, taken into Gu Changge’s Internal World.
The Space Rift quickly healed and disappeared, as if it had never existed.
“Delivering herself right to my doorstep—simply foolish.”
Gu Changge couldn’t help but laugh. Then, from the void before him, a breathtakingly beautiful figure stepped out.
It was none other than Yan Ji.
“How’s the imitation of her aura?” Gu Changge looked at her.
Within the inheritance of the Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being, there were quite a few disguise techniques, some even capable of concealing one’s Source.
Jiang Chuchu usually presented herself with a veil, even shrouding her true face in mist.
Imitating her aura and figure was truly simple.
Yan Ji didn’t even need to deliberately alter her appearance.
Hearing this, she nodded. “The secret technique bestowed by Young Master is truly profound. After observing for just a short while, I can already imitate it to eighty or ninety percent.”
As she spoke, a hazy radiance appeared over her body.
Yan Ji’s figure began to change, and soon she looked no different from the Jiang Chuchu of moments ago.
Even her voice and tone were indistinguishable.
Moreover, her own cultivation was at the Sacred Lord Realm—ordinary people simply couldn’t see through it.
Even a Perfect Prodigy would be unable to detect anything amiss.
Seeing this, Gu Changge nodded with some satisfaction. “With this, the Successor of Mortal Palace will be you from now on.”
The reason he had exchanged so many words with Jiang Chuchu was precisely to give Yan Ji the opportunity to observe from the sidelines, achieving a level of imitation indistinguishable from the real thing.
“But Young Master, can I really deceive the Mortal Palace like this?” Yan Ji was somewhat doubtful, though she herself held unwavering faith in Gu Changge’s schemes.
But if she truly faced the Cultivators of Mortal Palace, she felt she would still give herself away.
“No matter. You don’t need to return to Mortal Palace. You only need to move about in the outside world and let the world know of your existence. Leave everything else to me.” Gu Changge smiled with complete composure.
Hearing this, Yan Ji nodded.
She herself wasn’t skilled at acting and disguise—Gu Changge was asking rather a lot of her. However, Jiang Chuchu’s personality was easy to imitate, since she had always been a woman of few words with a placid temperament.
As long as she didn’t encounter those from Mortal Palace who were familiar with Jiang Chuchu, Yan Ji didn’t think she would reveal any flaws.
Afterward, Gu Changge’s figure vanished, appearing within the Internal World.
For Yan Ji to impersonate the Successor of Mortal Palace, there was still one thing missing—Jiang Chuchu’s Mortal Token.
That item was absolutely indispensable.
Meanwhile, within the Internal World, Jiang Chuchu’s expression was no longer as calm and composed as it had been at the start.
Gu Changge had suddenly struck, wielding terrifying spatial power, instantly creating a Space Rift that swallowed her whole.
Then, he trapped her within this mysterious, unknown world.
It all happened so fast that she hadn’t even been able to react.
When the scene before her eyes became clear again, she was already standing within a vast, boundless ancient forest.
As far as the eye could see, there were towering, majestic mountain ranges and ancient trees, jade-green lakes washed clean, embedded here and there like emeralds.
Spiritual energy drifted like mist, verdant greenery surged like tides.
In the distance, an ancient and grand Heavenly Palace seemed to stand at the edge of the sky, appearing incomparably vast and sacred—its pillars alone seemed capable of propping up the heavens and earth.
It was like an ancient celestial palace that had fallen into the mortal world.
“What exactly is this place? How did Gu Changge bring me in here?”
Jiang Chuchu’s brows knitted tightly, her heart unable to settle for the moment.
Here, she couldn’t sense the slightest trace of the outside world.
What was the deal with that grand and sacred Heavenly Palace before her eyes?
Could it be the ruins of an ancient Celestial Court?
Gu Changge actually controlled such a site?
Jiang Chuchu knew that in this world, there were many small-world-like artifacts that could be carried on one’s person. Some Absolute Beings could even personally create and refine them—truly mysterious and profound.
A world within a flower, a reincarnation within a grain.
All manner of wonders, mysterious beyond measure.
In one careless moment, she had fallen into Gu Changge’s trap.
Now Jiang Chuchu was certain—she had been trapped by Gu Changge inside such a Space Artifact.
“Since Gu Changge did this, it means the Longevity Gu Family doesn’t know his true identity. He can’t make a move against me within the Gu Family... He’s probably deceived the entire world...”
Jiang Chuchu frowned, murmuring in her heart.
Then, she found a spot and sat down cross-legged. Resplendent runes began to emerge from her body, radiance hazy and grand, ancient and majestic, like great sheets of light rain about to sprinkle down.
For a moment, this place seemed to become a land of Flying Immortals.
Thousands of auspicious rays, runes like a sea.
There were even terrifying sounds of heavenly thunder, crackling and popping, transforming into divine radiance within, taking on all manner of shapes.
Axes, halberds, hooks, forks; Blades, Spears, Swords, and Halberds; True Dragons extending their claws, divine phoenixes beating their wings, Black Tortoises splitting the earth, White Tigers roaring—all kinds of phenomena interweaving and spreading, surging violently.
These terrifying offensive forces continuously evolved and transformed, seeking to tear this space apart.
Hong!!
Jiang Chuchu’s Quasi-Sacred Realm aura began to emerge.
She knew that the power such a space could withstand had its limits. As long as she broke past that limit, this space would surely shatter in response, utterly unable to hold her.
The principle was clearly the same as those spatial barriers.
But the next moment, when her series of attacks all landed upon the void, they were like clay oxen sinking into the sea—unable to raise even a single ripple.
“How is this possible?” Jiang Chuchu couldn’t believe it.
Her full-powered attacks already carried the strength of the Sacred Realm—even the barriers of many Overworlds would struggle to endure and would be torn apart.
Yet within Gu Changge’s Space Artifact, they couldn’t achieve the slightest effect?
“Could it be that his Space Artifact is of a very high grade?”
Jiang Chuchu tried again, still to no avail. Never mind a single ripple—she even felt that the spatial barriers of the outside world couldn’t compare to this world.
“I don’t believe it. Am I really going to be trapped here by Gu Changge for the rest of my life?”
Jiang Chuchu brought out a crystalline, translucent mirror, about to make her move.
Weng!!
The void before her suddenly blurred, then split open.
“Stop wasting your effort. Unless I let you out, you’ll grow old and die in there for the rest of your life.”
Gu Changge’s figure walked out from within. Sensing Jiang Chuchu’s actions, he couldn’t help but frown and speak indifferently.
“Gu Changge...”
Jiang Chuchu stared at him, boundless wariness and apprehension rising in her eyes.
Hong!!
The next moment, having suffered a great loss, she struck first, attacking Gu Changge!
Since she couldn’t break this space’s barrier, then as long as she slew Gu Changge, she could naturally leave.
At this moment, a vast expanse of purple qi appeared behind Jiang Chuchu, and faintly, a Daoist figure emerged—resplendent with treasure-light, illuminated by immortal radiance.
Holding a horsetail whisk, it swept forward, and heaven and earth seemed about to split apart!
The power of the Quasi-Sacred Realm was displayed without reservation!
“Who gave you the confidence to attack me?”
Gu Changge let out a derisive laugh, paying it no mind.
With a wave of his sleeve, a clear light sprinkled down, transforming into a surging moon wheel that came crashing down.
At the same time, his Sacred Realm cultivation was unmistakably revealed—so powerful that Jiang Chuchu’s expression changed drastically, unable to maintain her earlier calm.
The instant Gu Changge’s moon wheel smashed down, it obliterated the whisk’s power and, undiminished, descended upon her to suppress her!
“You actually broke through to the Sacred Realm long ago...”
“You’ve hidden it far too deeply!”
Jiang Chuchu’s back was covered in cold sweat as she executed extreme speed—a very fearsome movement technique.
Cultivated to its peak, one could cross countless spaces in a single step. She intended to quickly dodge Gu Changge’s casual strike.
Her talent was already powerful to an unknowable degree; she had thought she could steadily suppress Gu Changge.
But she never expected the gap between their cultivations to be so vast!
At the same time, Jiang Chuchu brought out a Dao Seal.
Light shone from within, accompanied by Dao sounds and zen chanting. Vast purple qi blotted out the sky, forming a great seal bearing an extremely ancient character—“Dao”!
Rules and order interwove, dense and numerous. This single strike was enough to blast an ordinary Sacred Realm cultivator to death!
But the next moment, Gu Changge casually flicked a finger. A strand of Sword Qi rang out, wrapped in the aura of Geng metal, as if transforming into a Bronze Celestial Sword, falling toward Jiang Chuchu!
Peng!
The Dao Seal she had brought out was instantly pierced through by this sword, reduced to a cloud of dust.
Jiang Chuchu, wounded by the backlash, spat out a mouthful of blood with a wah, her qi and blood roiling.
In terms of strength, she simply couldn’t be Gu Changge’s match.
If they were at the same realm, that would be one thing, but Gu Changge was a whole major realm above her.
Moreover, from beginning to end, Gu Changge hadn’t used his full strength—like a cat toying with a mouse.
“At this point, do you still not understand the gap between us, Saintess Chuchu?”
Gu Changge spoke indifferently, exuding dismissive contempt, in no hurry to suppress Jiang Chuchu.
Within the Internal World, unless one’s cultivation far exceeded Gu Changge’s, escape was impossible.
The next moment, a divine light of black and white burst forth from Gu Changge’s eyes. Time flowed, then perished and was reborn; the void twisted, forming a Sword of Reincarnation!
“A reincarnation divine ability...”
Jiang Chuchu’s expression shifted slightly as she brought out a Sacred Realm robe, but it too was quickly torn apart by the black-and-white divine light, unable to resist for even a single breath.
She spat blood again and was sent flying. At the same time, Gu Changge reached out with a palm that covered heaven and earth, its immense force surging, causing Jiang Chuchu’s expression to change rapidly.
Hong!
Between her brows, radiance suddenly bloomed, and a mysterious palace appeared.
Strange Dao sounds emerged, as if a peerless female immortal sat cross-legged within, radiance hazy, resplendent and dazzling.
She was the reincarnation of an ancient immortal—this saying was not without foundation.
Gu Changge also sensed a trace of danger.
Weng!!
A Grand Flask appeared, letting down streams of jet-black radiance, seeking to suppress the deity within Jiang Chuchu’s brow.
That deity was about to open its eyes, boundless divine light condensing within.
The Eight Barren Demon Halberd abruptly appeared in Gu Changge’s hand.
Demonic qi surged to the heavens!
His gaze was cold as he directly swept it horizontally, instantly cleaving apart the deity’s divine light!
This scene caused Jiang Chuchu’s face to turn pale, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth—her spiritual sense had clearly been wounded.
Gu Changge was too strong. That strike just now had clearly surpassed the level of the Sacred Realm, even reaching the Sacred Lord Realm.
That murderous weapon of his was truly bizarre.
Jiang Chuchu knew that with her own strength, she could not possibly be Gu Changge’s match.
“Open your heart and mind, let me plant a Slave Mark, and perhaps you’ll have a way to survive.” Gu Changge’s voice was very flat.
“Dream on. Not unless I die. But if you kill me, Mortal Palace will surely notice, and when that happens, your identity will definitely be exposed.”
She spoke, knowing that at this point, as long as Gu Changge wasn’t a fool, he couldn’t possibly kill her.
The moment the Life Talisman she had left in Mortal Palace shattered, it would surely draw Mortal Palace to investigate. They would then learn she had come to the Longevity Gu Family, and no matter how much Gu Changge tried to cover it up, he would find it difficult.
“Quite clever, knowing you still have value.”
“Rest assured, I won’t kill you for now.”
Gu Changge spoke casually, completely disregarding Jiang Chuchu’s words.
“Hand over your Mortal Palace token.”
“The Mortal Palace token?”
Jiang Chuchu’s expression froze. What did Gu Changge want that for? Was he planning to have someone impersonate her?
It had to be said, she was very clever, guessing Gu Changge’s purpose so quickly.
“Impossible. The Mortal Token is a matter of great importance. I cannot give it to you.”
Jiang Chuchu calmed down and sat cross-legged where she was. From her ring, a small exquisite pagoda emerged, faintly radiating a layer of golden light that enveloped her.
“Although I won’t kill you, I can show you that there are things that would be worse for you than death.”
Gu Changge spoke indifferently, intending to coerce Jiang Chuchu.
At this point, it was indeed inconvenient for him to kill her, and keeping her alive still had its uses.
Planting a Slave Mark or using the Demonic Manipulation Urn would inevitably touch her Knowledge Sea.
Just now, Gu Changge had already sensed the forbidden, mysterious palace within Jiang Chuchu’s Knowledge Sea.
Hidden within it was a vast and dangerous power.
Although Jiang Chuchu couldn’t wield it, that didn’t mean it was useless to her.
If Gu Changge rashly invaded her Knowledge Sea, he might touch that palace, causing Jiang Chuchu’s death.
It was a troublesome situation—he couldn’t kill her, nor could he plant a Slave Mark or use the Demonic Manipulation Urn.
After all, if Jiang Chuchu died, it would inevitably cause Gu Changge no small amount of trouble.
On the other hand, it would also make it difficult for Yan Ji to continue impersonating her, affecting Gu Changge’s subsequent plans.
So Gu Changge decided to settle for the next best thing—the so-called boiling a frog in warm water. For now, he would make Jiang Chuchu understand the enormous gap between their strengths, sparing her any thoughts of escape.
Anyway, trapped within the Internal World, she couldn’t go anywhere.
Everything was up to Gu Changge’s word. Whether to release her or not was merely a matter of a single thought.
Hearing this, Jiang Chuchu’s eyes turned icy cold as she looked at Gu Changge, knowing what his words meant.
She didn’t think such a thing was beyond Gu Changge.
“I’ll give you three breaths to consider.” Gu Changge said indifferently.
Jiang Chuchu herself certainly didn’t want to die, nor did she want to submit to him.
But before that, as the Saintess of Mortal Palace, she surely held her reputation and chastity in great importance.
Compared to the former two options, this was also the least likely to touch the forbidden palace within her Knowledge Sea.
Gu Changge could work from this angle to force out what he wanted, or the information he sought.
“You’re despicable, Gu Changge!” Jiang Chuchu could no longer maintain her composure, her eyes incomparably cold, teeth clenched tight.
Weng!!
Gu Changge said nothing, swinging his halberd down.
The golden ring of light before her immediately trembled with a hum, then layer upon layer of cracks appeared before it instantly exploded apart.
Jiang Chuchu’s face turned pale.
“My patience is poor.” Gu Changge said indifferently.
“I cannot give you the Mortal Token. You’ve trapped me here, wanting someone to impersonate me and deceive the world—Gu Changge, dream on!”
“I will not aid a tyrant in his evil.”
Jiang Chuchu looked at him coldly, wearing an expression of one who would rather die than yield.
Even if she shattered her own body and perished here,
she would not let this demon Gu Changge achieve his goal and bring calamity upon the world.
“Simply foolish. You brought this upon yourself.”
Hearing this, Gu Changge’s eyes darkened. His great palm reached out, demonic light surging to the heavens, Divine Chains of Order flickering in and out of sight, like a colossal Great Millstone of World Destruction, pressing down upon Jiang Chuchu.
Hong!!
In that instant, the entire void seemed suppressed by a force of hundreds of millions of jun, becoming utterly stagnant, as if frozen solid in place.
“Gu Changge, I won’t let you succeed!”
Jiang Chuchu’s face revealed coldness.
At this moment, all her power began converging toward the Spiritual Sea of her Dantian. Sheets of resplendent runes appeared, rules interweaving, as she prepared to detonate her own body.
At this point, the only thing she could do to cause trouble for Gu Changge was suicide!
Only through suicide could she draw Mortal Palace’s attention, prompting them to investigate and discover the problems with Gu Changge.
“Laughable. In my world, how could your life be yours to control?”
Seeing this, Gu Changge couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh, appearing quite contemptuous.
For someone unafraid of death, there were plenty of ways to deal with them.
Jiang Chuchu perhaps hadn’t figured it out yet—what Gu Changge was wary of was only the forbidden palace within her Knowledge Sea.
He worried about accidentally touching her Knowledge Sea, triggering that forbidden palace to riot, thereby causing Jiang Chuchu’s death.
And clearly, relying on Jiang Chuchu’s own power, it was fundamentally impossible for her to wield that forbidden palace’s power.
Unless she could break through that palace and shatter her own Original Soul, it was of no use whatsoever.
Truly one who won’t shed a tear until she sees the coffin.
As this palm descended, Jiang Chuchu’s expression changed directly, discovering that the rules and order she had painstakingly gathered were all scattered!
She couldn’t even commit suicide... it seemed even that was beyond her control!
“I’ll give you the Mortal Token, stop...”
Seeing that Gu Changge seemed to be going through with it for real, Jiang Chuchu’s expression changed drastically at this moment, turning deathly pale, completely unable to remain calm as before.
“Too late...”
Gu Changge’s expression was cold and indifferent, paying her no heed.
...
Outside the palace, Gu Changge’s figure walked out from the void.
“So this is the Mortal Token?”
He examined the golden token in his hand, upon which the Fortuity of the People seemed to converge.
Then, he handed it to Yan Ji beside him.
“Master, did you kill that Saintess of Mortal Palace?”
Yan Ji was rather curious about Jiang Chuchu’s fate.
“No, she can’t die just yet.”
Gu Changge shook his head. “A fellow who won’t shed a tear until she sees the coffin. Keeping her alive still has its uses.”
Within the Internal World.
Jiang Chuchu hugged her knees, her expression cold with a trace of bewilderment.
She looked at the Purity Mark on her right arm that she had kept for over twenty years—now already gone without a trace.
Every generation of Mortal Palace Saintesses was required to be of pure and chaste body.
“Gu Changge...” she practically ground out through clenched teeth.