If It Were Changge, What Would He Do? Call Me Master, Let Me Hear It
If It Were Changge, What Would He Do? Call Me Master, Let Me Hear It
“It seems this Jiang Yang isn’t so stupid after all. He actually didn’t take the bait. With all the arrangements I’ve made, are they really going to go to waste?”
Within a grand and ancient complex of buildings, in the central courtyard.
Yue Mingkong stood with her hands clasped behind her back, dressed in a simple, plain-colored robe with wide sleeves, her face veiled. Within her cold, clear eyes, many emotions flickered past, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
It had already been a full three days since she sent someone to deliver the letter to Jiang Yang.
Yet Jiang Yang hadn’t shown the slightest reaction.
The people Yue Mingkong had sent to keep close watch on Celestia Holy Land hadn’t seen Jiang Yang leave either. He remained holed up inside, refusing to show his face.
This was somewhat beyond her expectations.
By all reason, when Jiang Yang saw someone from the Beyond coming to seek him out at this time, shouldn’t he be overjoyed, then happily rush to the appointment and step into the trap she had long since laid?
But he didn’t.
Jiang Yang’s caution was truly worthy of his identity as the Reincarnation of the Mortal One.
This made Yue Mingkong sigh softly in her heart. Things had become somewhat thorny.
She began to think seriously.
If it were that fellow Gu Changge, what would he do at a time like this?
Given that guy’s personality, even facing the Reincarnation of the Mortal One, he would definitely dare to make a move, without caring about anything else.
However, Yue Mingkong didn’t want him to take risks.
She would shoulder this grudge herself first, letting Gu Changge develop in peace for a while.
“Changge’s usual methods are always meticulous and flawless. If it were him, he probably wouldn’t run into the kind of problem I’m facing... Compared to him, I really am still far behind.”
Yue Mingkong couldn’t help shaking her head.
“By now I’ve probably already alerted the enemy, making the Reincarnation of the Mortal One vigilant ahead of time. And whether that mysterious Exalted Immortal is friend or foe is still unclear. Things have become increasingly difficult.”
She murmured softly, “Could it be that at this point, my only option is to lead people to attack Celestia Holy Land and destroy it?”
Then, Yue Mingkong rejected this possibility.
Because the founder of Celestia Holy Land back then was the Celestia Sacred Emperor. The many methods left behind by a Sacred Emperor Realm being would surely far exceed imagination.
And Jiang Yang was hiding on Celestia Holy Land’s territory, refusing to come out.
She had secretly descended to the Overworld. If she launched a massive assault on Celestia Holy Land, it would inevitably cause a huge commotion. Then, if Cultivators from the Mortal Palace rushed to this world, her existence and whereabouts would surely be exposed.
“If I knew the secret arts of the Mortal Palace, perhaps I could make Jiang Yang believe...”
In the end, Yue Mingkong thought of the only solution.
But the Mortal Palace’s inheritance had always been mysterious, passed down only to its Successors.
How could she possibly know its secret arts?
“Forget it. I’ll try one more time. If Jiang Yang still doesn’t come, then I’ll have no choice but to unleash the Dark Turmoil and topple Celestia Holy Land...”
At this thought, Yue Mingkong’s expression abruptly turned cold and profound, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
By now, she had secretly taken control of several Forbidden Areas and Mystic Mountains in the Sky Domain. Unleashing the Dark Turmoil to ravage the world was merely a matter of a single word from her.
At that time, with the Dark Turmoil as cover, she could well conceal her goal of toppling Celestia Holy Land.
After all... the Dark Turmoil would inevitably sweep through all the powers and living beings of the Sky Domain. No one would be spared.
The price of such a thing might be enormous, dragging all living beings of the Sky Domain into it, causing unparalleled catastrophic disaster and leaving the land strewn with corpses.
But from the moment she chose to stand by Gu Changge’s side, she no longer cared.
Then, with a wave of Yue Mingkong’s jade hand, the maid behind her respectfully presented paper and brush.
She began to write, arranging a meeting place with Jiang Yang under the identity of a Mortal Palace Cultivator.
At the same time, following the rune he had left on Yue Mingkong’s hand back at the birthday banquet, Gu Changge quickly located where she was.
With his methods, he still had to bypass quite a few watchful eyes before finally approaching the residence where Yue Mingkong currently lived.
This left Gu Changge somewhat satisfied. It seemed Yue Mingkong was still very cautious, not having grown careless just because she’d come to the Overworld.
Then, Gu Changge casually found a pavilion nearby, and his figure appeared within it.
It was less than three hundred li from Yue Mingkong’s residence.
At this time, he certainly wouldn’t go looking for Yue Mingkong and expose his own whereabouts.
Gu Changge was still waiting to reap the benefits as the fisherman. Besides, if Yue Mingkong learned that he had also come to the Overworld, he would inevitably have to explain things to her again, arousing her suspicion.
He had finally managed to get Yue Mingkong to lower her guard against him.
Gu Changge had no intention of ruining that just like that.
“It seems Yue Mingkong still plans to give Jiang Yang one final notice... He didn’t believe it the first time, so what use is a second time? Doing it this way, without the slightest evidence to show for it, Jiang Yang won’t believe it.”
Then, Gu Changge noticed a Cultivator leaving the area, heading in the direction of Celestia Holy Land.
This scene fell into his eyes, and he couldn’t help but laugh.
That Yue Mingkong was as dense as ever, still trying such a shallow trick.
But soon, Gu Changge remembered his own purpose.
He hadn’t come here to mock Yue Mingkong, but to lend her a hand.
Wasn’t it just a lack of concrete evidence of someone from the Mortal Palace?
That was simple.
...
Weng!!
The next moment, Gu Changge’s figure appeared in the Internal World.
“Gu Changge, what are you doing here again?”
Jiang Chuchu, still sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, abruptly opened her eyes. Dressed in white robes of otherworldly transcendence, her three thousand strands of black hair cascading down, her skin snow-white and delicate like flawless jade.
On her pure, breathtakingly beautiful face, her delicate brows were tightly furrowed, her gaze icy as she stared fixedly at the man before her, as if trying to see right through him.
“I’m coming to my own world. Do I need to give you a reason?”
Gu Changge let out a dismissive chuckle.
Then he walked up to her on his own, stopping just a foot away from her.
His expression looked down at her from above, carrying a hint of the satisfaction of someone admiring his own possession.
That gaze made Jiang Chuchu’s whole body uncomfortable. She felt that at this moment she was no longer a person, but had become one of Gu Changge’s personal belongings.
This made her brows furrow even tighter, her expression growing colder still.
If she couldn’t beat Gu Changge, she would probably have already struck out by now, fighting him to the death.
Every additional day she was trapped here, the unease in her heart grew stronger.
Gu Changge had already extracted quite a bit of information about the Reincarnation of the Mortal One from her. Although none of it involved the Reincarnation’s whereabouts,
it still left her uneasy.
Because Gu Changge’s demeanor exuded utter indifference, as if he had already completely cornered the Reincarnation of the Mortal One, with everything under his control.
During this time, Jiang Chuchu had come to understand Gu Changge quite well, and the more she did, the more uneasy she became, even developing a trace of fear she shouldn’t have.
This great demon bore the title of the most dazzling number one of the current younger generation, the power and influence behind him simply beyond imagination—and yet he was the most deeply hidden Successor of Demonic Arts.
No matter who it was,
realizing all this at this moment would be unbearable—their soul trembling, even their heart bursting, terrified beyond measure.
That she could face Gu Changge this calmly was already a great show of courage and nerve.
“What?”
“Aren’t you my possession now? The way you’re looking at me... makes me uncomfortable.”
Seeing Jiang Chuchu fall silent, as if he could see through what she was thinking, Gu Changge let out a faint laugh. “If you keep looking at me like that, you might regret it in a moment.”
Hearing this, a chill ran down Jiang Chuchu’s back. She gritted her teeth, forced by Gu Changge’s overwhelming pressure,
and had no choice but to lower her head, no longer meeting his gaze.
“That’s more like it. Be obedient, be sensible. Call me Master once or twice, let me hear it. Maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll consider letting you out...”
Gu Changge looked at her, a faint smile still on his face.
With a casual wave of his hand, a stone table and chairs appeared behind him, a tea set made of jade arranged upon it.
Then, he sat down at his ease.
Hearing Gu Changge’s words, Jiang Chuchu’s body trembled, feeling somewhat humiliated.
“In your dreams!”
Call him Master?
Those were words she would never utter even if beaten to death, especially not to a great demon like Gu Changge.
As for letting her out?
She would never believe Gu Changge’s words. At this point, unless Gu Changge had gone stupid, he would never release her from this place.
“Perfect timing. I’m a bit thirsty.”
Yet at this moment, Gu Changge acted as if he completely didn’t care about her expression, smiling faintly to himself. “Shouldn’t Saintess Chuchu show off her tea-making skills at a time like this?”
“I just wonder if I’ll have the fortune of drinking a cup?”
Hearing this, Jiang Chuchu gritted her teeth and glared at him with icy fury.
As the Saintess of Mortal Palace, her status was transcendent, revered by all clans—when had she ever brewed tea for anyone?
But under Gu Changge’s still-casual, composed demeanor,
she didn’t dare refuse!
After all, compared to brewing tea, there were other, far more humiliating things she absolutely did not want to experience again.
Brewing tea was already a minor matter.
Since Gu Changge wanted to drink, then she’d brew it for him. So what?
Thereupon, Jiang Chuchu began clumsily pouring water and brewing tea for Gu Changge. It was obvious this was truly her first time doing such a thing—she had simply never learned before.
After all, she was the reincarnation of a True Immortal, born destined to stand high above all. When had she ever learned these skills of serving others?
Soon, the tea was brewed.
A mist curled up, carrying a faint, elegant tea fragrance.
“This tea...”
Gu Changge glanced at the tea she had carefully brewed, shook his head, and said somewhat disappointedly, “What a waste of my eight-hundred-thousand-year-old Five Spirit Tea Leaves and Tree Heart Spring.”
Seeing Jiang Chuchu’s clearly darkened, icy expression, he paid it no mind at all. He then raised the cup to his lips and drank it all in one gulp.
He clicked his tongue.
“Looks like you really don’t know how.”
“It’s a bit hard to drink, but not undrinkable. It’s passable.”
“But no matter, you can learn slowly from now on...”
Gu Changge nodded, delivering his assessment.
At this, the expression on Jiang Chuchu’s face froze. She hadn’t expected Gu Changge to actually drink it. She had thought this was just a method Gu Changge was deliberately using to humiliate her.
Otherwise, why would he make her brew tea?
Could it be that someone as shrewd and deep as Gu Changge had moments of foolishness too, actually thinking she knew how to brew tea?
Jiang Chuchu’s expression held a trace of obvious disbelief. She even felt the terrifying pressure around him inexplicably dissipate somewhat.
Gu Changge didn’t seem as frightening as she had imagined.
But soon, she processed the meaning of what Gu Changge had just said.
Learn slowly from now on?
Could it be he really planned to use her as a maid and slave?
This made Jiang Chuchu’s expression turn rather ugly.
“Gu Changge, what exactly is your goal? If you wanted to humiliate me, you’ve already gotten your wish.”
At that, Jiang Chuchu spoke up and asked.
Her expression went from somewhat angry, then slowly calmed down.
She didn’t know why, but in front of Gu Changge, she couldn’t maintain her former state of a heart as still as water, undisturbed by external things.
“Humiliate you? No, I’m not that bored.”
“I don’t understand why you always think of me as so terrifying. I merely came to see how you’re faring in the Internal World. I figured you’re all alone here, without even anyone to talk to, and that you must be a bit lonely.”
“So I simply thought I’d come chat with you for a bit, lest you go mad.”
Hearing this, Gu Changge looked at Jiang Chuchu and spoke with some regret and helplessness, putting on the appearance of someone deeply misunderstood.
“In front of me, drop the act of compassion. A great demon like you, cold and heartless—do you have even a shred of humanity left in your heart?”
However, Jiang Chuchu was unmoved, calmly meeting his gaze.
Those autumn-water-like eyes seemed to reflect Gu Changge’s true face.
“Humanity? What exactly have I done to make you think I have no humanity?”
“Could it be that stretching out my neck for the slaughter, waiting for others to come take my life, is what human nature is?”
Hearing this, Gu Changge let out a derisive laugh, looking quite disdainful of the notion.
Hearing these words, Jiang Chuchu was momentarily stunned, unable to refute them.
She fell into silence.
What Gu Changge said was very right. Could it be that he should do nothing at this point, just waiting for the Mortal One to come collect his life?
But soon, she felt that Gu Changge was just quibbling. As the Successor of Demonic Arts, he was destined for such a day.
This was a path he had chosen himself.
“But... that’s still no excuse for you to butcher the living.” At that, Jiang Chuchu spoke again, coldly.
“May I ask, Saintess Chuchu, with which eye did you see me butcher the living?”
“If, on the path of cultivation, whenever one encounters some fortuitous opportunity, one must always yield, never fighting, never contesting—then what are you even cultivating for?”
To this, Gu Changge merely let out a mocking laugh. “Everyone else wants to seize everything I have—my identity, my status. It’s just that I’m stronger than them, so they failed, and then they died. And everything you’ve witnessed is merely what happened after I survived...”
“Everything I’ve done has been for the sake of surviving.”
“Could it be that surviving is wrong?”
As he spoke, his expression gradually turned cold, exuding an aura that made Jiang Chuchu’s heart palpitate.
From Gu Changge’s words, she sensed a conviction completely different from anything before.
Was surviving wrong?
No, it wasn’t.
For a moment, she felt the Dao Heart she had cultivated for so many years beginning to waver.
Noticing the change in Jiang Chuchu’s expression, a strange glint flashed through Gu Changge’s eyes.
Then, he waved his hand and said with somewhat dampened interest, “Forget it. What I’ve said today, you probably wouldn’t understand anyway.”
Hearing this, Jiang Chuchu was slightly taken aback. She looked at him with a somewhat complicated expression and asked, “Why would you suddenly tell me all this?”
At this point, Gu Changge seemed too lazy to explain further. “Because I’m in a good mood.”
In a good mood?
Jiang Chuchu was stunned again. Why would Gu Changge be in a good mood? Hadn’t he been busy with the matter of the Reincarnation of the Mortal One during this time?
Or did he already have the whereabouts or clues of the Reincarnation of the Mortal One?
At this thought, Jiang Chuchu’s mind went weng, turning somewhat blank.
A terrifying chill once again shot up from her back, leaving her hands and feet cold.
Her head had been muddled by what Gu Changge said, but now she instantly became very clear-headed.
“In a good mood?”
And quickly, she reacted.
So Jiang Chuchu maintained her surface expression, showing no abnormality compared to before.
“Since you’re in a good mood, why not let me go?”
She spoke lightly. It was only a probing question.
She wanted to take the opportunity to fish for information, to find out what Gu Changge’s current attitude toward her was.
From that, she could also guess at the state of affairs in the outside world.