The Fellow Countryman Tool Who Refuses to Follow the Script
The Fellow Countryman Tool Who Refuses to Follow the Script
Gu Changge’s calculations were actually quite sound.
Right now, he didn’t actually need to do anything at all—he planned to simply sit back and enjoy the show.
Ying Shuang had hidden himself very well. Although he was an impostor, his expressions and mannerisms were such that, compared to the real Prince Ying, ordinary people likely couldn’t tell any difference.
Ying Shuang was no fool. After all this time, even a pig would have learned how to disguise itself.
During this period, none of the people around Ying Shuang had noticed anything amiss, which also spoke to the sophistication of his methods.
Gu Changge had anticipated this long ago, which was exactly why he planned to have Wang Zijin step in, making it difficult for Ying Shuang to keep up the act.
After all, expressions and mannerisms could be faked, but when it came to strength, he refused to believe Ying Shuang could match the original Prince Ying.
At a moment like this, anyone familiar with him would notice something was off about Ying Shuang.
So Gu Changge had already predicted Ying Shuang’s next move.
Using weakness as an excuse, he would conveniently inform the Sky Emperor Mountain crowd that his cultivation had recently gone awry.
Given Ying Yu’s personality, she must have suspected something strange about Ying Shuang before this.
And as long as Ying Shuang had any brains at all, he would surely claim that a cultivation mishap had caused parts of his memory to become jumbled.
Now, at worst, he could simply fob everyone off with the same excuse again.
And Gu Changge was waiting for exactly that.
After all, it could be a cultivation mishap—but it could also be switching to cultivate some other art or legacy.
As the Successor of Sky Emperor Mountain, for Ying Shuang to voluntarily abandon his original inheritance and switch to another art—once that basin of dirty water was splashed on him, Ying Shuang’s Fortuity points would surely suffer another heavy blow.
Gu Changge had no intention of harvesting Ying Shuang so quickly.
Before that, the Fortuity points on Ying Shuang needed to be squeezed dry first.
After all, the hat of “Successor of Demonic Arts” still needed to sit on Ying Shuang’s head a while longer.
Having finally found a scapegoat, Gu Changge had no plans to let him go before wringing out every last drop of his value.
Then, Gu Changge’s gaze once again turned over with keen interest.
Boom!!
Terrifying runic fluctuations, accompanied by hair-raising order of laws, cascaded down from all directions.
In an instant, it was as if countless stars had exploded there, the energy fluctuations horrifying to the extreme.
Numerous mountain ranges shattered, reduced to dust beneath that aura.
Wang Zijin’s sudden strike not only shocked the Sky Emperor Mountain party, but also left the many members of the younger generation near the Eternal Overcast Battlefield aghast.
They naturally recognized that these were people from Sky Emperor Mountain.
Among them, the one of extraordinary bearing, wreathed in immortal aura, was none other than Prince Ying, Ying Shuang—currently the prime suspect as the Successor of Demonic Arts.
Although Ying Shuang had rarely shown himself due to the Demonic Arts affair and had drawn no small amount of infamy lately, he was still the direct son of a Sky Emperor of an Ancient Royal Family lineage.
Sealed away since an era long past until now, his innate talent was peerless.
Many believed he would be one of the most powerful young beings of this generation.
His strength naturally went without saying.
Yet now, he had been instantly wounded at the hands of a woman in a blue dress, coughing up blood without end—this truly left everyone stunned.
Including Ying Yu, Ah Gu, and the others, all of them widened their eyes, utterly shocked, simply unable to believe it.
Quite a few among them were Ying Shuang’s former followers, their strength unmatched among their peers, and they all felt the scene before them was simply inconceivable.
Why had Ying Shuang’s strength become so weak?
He couldn’t even block a single strike from his opponent?
Or was it because he hadn’t reacted in time?
“Young Master...”
“Stop right there!”
Then, the crowd snapped back to their senses. They all brought out various artifacts, all kinds of powerful fluctuations erupting, radiant light illuminating the eight directions, as they struck at Wang Zijin to put a stop to all this.
“How can he only have this much strength?” Wang Zijin’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, somewhat surprised. Even she hadn’t expected Ying Shuang’s strength to be this weak.
He couldn’t even take one of her strikes.
By her perception, Ying Shuang should have at least been at the Quasi-Sacred Realm or above.
There was no reason for him to be this weak.
Even if he didn’t dare use the Taboo Demonic Arts, with Sky Emperor Mountain’s inheritance, he should have been more than capable of dealing with her strike.
“Is he feigning weakness?”
She shook her head lightly, her fair hand waving once more. A vast expanse of clear light emerged, exuding a powerful aura.
The heavens trembled, the eight directions resonated—at this moment, she was like a supreme female Immortal King.
All kinds of runes interwove, like two enormous Lunar Seals, pushed forward by her, pressing down to suppress Ying Shuang.
Boom!!
This single strike instantly caused the other Sky Emperor Mountain beings nearby to change expression, filled with dread, not daring to meet it head-on.
This already touched upon the Force of Law at the Sacred Realm level.
Only power of the same level could block it.
“You’re the Successor of Mortal Palace...”
At this moment, Ying Yu’s expression shifted slightly.
Immediately after, her jade hand rose, crystalline fingers pointing out through the void, radiance filling the sky as she employed a supreme technique to resist.
But it only held for a single breath before breaking—she was simply no match for Wang Zijin.
At this moment, she finally recognized Wang Zijin’s identity, her silver eyes filled with utter shock.
She had never imagined that, having just arrived at the Eternal Overcast Battlefield, they would encounter the Successor of Mortal Palace.
With strength that terrifying, unless her brother stepped in, none of them would be her match.
But right now, Ying Shuang’s condition seemed off—he remained entirely passive, continuously wounded and coughing blood, completely lacking the terrifying strength he once had as Prince Ying.
“So you’ve recognized me. Good.”
Wang Zijin’s face still wore a beaming smile, her blue dress fluttering, otherworldly and unmatched, yet her attacks showed not the slightest mercy.
As the Successor of Mortal Palace, there was nothing more natural than her dealing with a Successor of Demonic Arts.
At this point, no one could say anything against it.
“My brother has nothing to do with the Successor of Demonic Arts. Stop this at once—don’t hurt an innocent person!”
Ying Yu couldn’t help but cry out. Although she suspected Ying Shuang was hiding something from her, she didn’t believe he had anything to do with some Successor of Demonic Arts.
However, Wang Zijin’s expression barely changed as she said indifferently, “Just because you say he has nothing to do with the Successor of Demonic Arts doesn’t make it so. All the evidence points to him... If you want me to stop, fine—have your brother show some real strength.”
“At a time like this, is there still any need to feign weakness?”
As she spoke, her hands grew even more merciless.
Weng!!
Divine light bloomed across the sky, like great swathes of petals, gorgeous and crystalline. Even more runes emerged from within, as though taking root in a small world.
This was a vast and ancient divine art, evolving infinite mysteries. In a trance, the crowd seemed to see a gateway swing open.
Countless divine chains of order pierced out from within, causing the expressions of the Sky Emperor Mountain crowd to change drastically.
Weng!!
Someone instantly offered up Forbidden Weapons one after another, attempting to resist.
This power was too terrifying—simply not something ordinary people could withstand. As the Successor of Mortal Palace, Wang Zijin’s strength was truly excessive.
Even Gu Changge, watching from afar all this time, felt that Wang Zijin’s strength was quite impressive.
At the Quasi-Sacred Realm, yet displaying power that would make Sacred Realm beings wary.
Truly worthy of being a fellow Transmigrator.
“Waah...”
Facing this terrifying strike, Ying Shuang’s expression changed. He tried to resist—a blurry, majestic figure, its aura swallowing the Eight Wastelands and four seas, emerged behind him.
At this moment, Ying Shuang’s face held none of the calm confidence he’d had when entering the Eternal Overcast Battlefield—it was entirely dark and ugly.
At this point, how could he not understand? Wang Zijin had been waiting at the entrance precisely for his arrival.
But in the end, he was not the original Prince Ying.
In just an instant, radiance erupted, like countless stars exploding, terrifying energy rampaging through the area.
The next moment, Ying Shuang spat out blood again. His body flew backward, his whole body in agony, quite a few bones broken.
Wang Zijin’s palm struck his body, the terrifying force like a Celestial Spirit transformed into a Mystic Mountain crashing down upon him.
“Still going to keep feigning weakness? It seems I underestimated your capacity for endurance.”
Wang Zijin frowned. She truly hadn’t expected that even at this point, Ying Shuang would still refuse to fight back, still continuing to feign weakness.
During her time cultivating at the Mortal Palace, she had learned about the ultimate techniques of many orthodoxies and inheritances, and Sky Emperor Mountain’s divine arts were by no means limited to this level.
So she couldn’t understand why Ying Shuang would choose to feign weakness—and in front of everyone, no less.
This was nothing short of slapping Sky Emperor Mountain’s face.
That he could actually endure such humiliation...
On this point, she could only say: truly worthy of the Successor of Demonic Arts. Such a temperament far surpassed many of the Young Prodigies she had encountered.
Thinking of this, Wang Zijin’s expression grew even colder, though she still chose to stop.
“Young Master, are you alright?”
The rest of the Sky Emperor Mountain party hurried over to support Ying Shuang.
But Ying Shuang’s state was truly miserable—covered in blood, hair disheveled, who knew how many bones broken.
The shock this scene caused was simply too great. Many of the younger generation who had found other entrances into the Eternal Overcast Battlefield were stunned.
They could hardly believe the person before them was the legendary Prince Ying—against this mysterious woman, he had no power to fight back at all.
But even more people fixed their gazes on Wang Zijin, seemingly trying to see through her.
“Who exactly is Prince Ying’s opponent? How is she this strong?”
“From the looks of it, she seems to be the legendary Successor of Mortal Palace—that very mysterious Gifted Lady of the Wang Family...”
“No wonder.”
“This strength is truly terrifying. She must already have the power of the Sacred Realm.”
“But doesn’t Prince Ying seem a bit too weak?”
They discussed animatedly, quite astonished by it all.
As members of the same younger generation, outstanding figures in their own regions, they naturally knew the elites of the various races well.
Among those present were quite a few Young Prodigies of the ancient myriad races. Though their cultivation fell short of the ancient freaks, at the same realm their strength was still nearly unmatched anywhere, bearing an invincible air.
Prince Ying’s performance today left them wide-eyed, completely beyond their expectations, utterly unacceptable.
That was a leading figure of the younger generation of the ancient myriad races—how could he lose so humiliatingly?
Gu Changge watched with keen interest as the System’s notification sounded once more in his mind.
Ying Shuang’s Fortuity points were still declining.
Although he hadn’t personally suppressed Ying Shuang, using the tool Wang Zijin instead, it didn’t hinder him from reaping Fatums and Fortuity points.
In just this short while, Ying Shuang’s Fortuity had suffered considerable losses.
After all, the younger generation nearby were all prominent figures from various sides, representing different orthodoxies and powers behind them.
Among them were even quite a few ancient freaks hiding in the shadows.
Just like him, they had not shown themselves.
“Do you think this has to do with the recent rumors? Didn’t they say Prince Ying is the Successor of Demonic Arts? Maybe he’s simply showing weakness to the enemy to clear himself of suspicion. Though if that’s the case, it feels rather unnecessary...”
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At once, many began speculating, their gazes full of doubt.
“Well? Want to keep fighting? This is my strength. Are you a little disappointed...?”
However, at this moment, Ying Shuang stood up with the support of several followers. But completely contrary to the anger and gloom everyone expected—
At this moment, he was perfectly calm, his gaze utterly serene, without the slightest hint of the exasperation everyone imagined.
As if he had anticipated all of this long ago.
Even the few Sky Emperor Mountain ancient freaks who had been somewhat suspicious of him just now now wore uncertain expressions, feeling that perhaps there was some deeper meaning to Ying Shuang’s actions?
Otherwise, why would he wear such an expression?
“Brother...”
Ying Yu looked at Ying Shuang in astonishment, suddenly feeling he had become unfathomable.
The humiliation just now seemed as if it had been deliberate on his part.
Was he really showing weakness to the enemy?
“He sure can put on an act.”
Gu Changge, his figure hidden in the shadows, couldn’t help but chuckle faintly at the sight.
This Ying Shuang did have a bit of cleverness—he really fancied himself a master of showing off.
At a time like this, he was actually putting on airs instead.
But did he have the capital to show off?
He should know that the Wang Zijin standing before him was a Transmigrator, not some native prodigy.
“What are you putting on an act for in front of me at a time like this?”
Hearing these words, Wang Zijin was slightly taken aback.
Then she couldn’t help but laugh, a faint smile on her stunningly beautiful face. Though she wore a veil, it still left quite a few young men staring blankly.
To think such a flawless being existed in this world.
Truly worthy of being the Successor of Mortal Palace.
Wang Zijin wasn’t the least bit angered by Ying Shuang’s attitude.
Whatever Ying Shuang was planning, at this point he had already lost so humiliatingly, yet he still dared to act all high and mighty before her?
Putting on this unfathomable act.
Wang Zijin detested such pretentious posers the most.
So the moment her words fell, she struck again.
A seal streaked across the sky, transforming into a towering divine mountain, from which billions of strands of divine light of law and order cascaded down, pressing down toward Ying Shuang.
Seeing this, Ying Shuang—whose expression had been perfectly serene, thinking his flash of inspiration had stabilized the situation—saw his face change.
He had never expected Wang Zijin to completely refuse to follow the script at this moment, striking directly without even asking a single question.
This caught Ying Shuang somewhat off guard.
At a time like this, shouldn’t Wang Zijin be frowning and asking what was going on?
Then he would maintain this unfathomable demeanor, bluff her first, and make her lose interest in attacking him.
But now, that divine mountain condensed from law and order was already pressing down, about to smash onto his head.
“Young Master...”
The Sky Emperor Mountain crowd’s expressions changed drastically. They tried to strike out against this blow, but couldn’t withstand it—in just an instant, they were sent flying by the divine mountain, coughing blood.
Ying Shuang, bearing the brunt of it, was in an even more miserable state—half his body simply exploded.
Were it not for his remarkably powerful Physique, this strike would have left far more than just these injuries.
“If you intend to keep feigning weakness, then I’ll gladly oblige you...”
Wang Zijin’s expression carried a faint smile, yet the words she spoke made everyone from Sky Emperor Mountain change color.
Could it be that, having just entered the Eternal Overcast Battlefield, they would already have to leave?
Without even securing a spot at the True Immortal Academy?
At this moment, they actually hoped Ying Shuang would make a move and drop this unfathomable act of weakness.
“Young Master, stop hiding it. Strike now, quickly!”
“If you don’t act soon, Sky Emperor Mountain’s face will be utterly lost—we might even lose our spot at the True Immortal Academy...”
They all spoke up one after another, hoping Ying Shuang would quickly bring out his true ability and stop acting like this—it was simply too humiliating.
“Brother, what are you still hiding at a time like this...” Ying Yu was also extremely anxious, shouting at Ying Shuang.
She felt that since Ying Shuang had spoken as he did just now, it meant he had some plan.
“...”
Hearing everyone’s words, Ying Shuang truly had unspeakable grievances. If he really had a way, why would he take a beating without fighting back, ending up in such a miserable state?
Although he had learned quite a few of Sky Emperor Mountain’s inherited ultimate techniques during this time, compared to the original Ying Shuang who had accumulated decades of experience, he simply couldn’t measure up.
How was he supposed to contend with Wang Zijin?
However, just as the Sky Emperor Mountain crowd’s expressions grew even paler, faint ripples spread through the void.
Immediately after, a young figure stepped out from within.
“Saintess Zijin, why not give Gu some face and stop for now?”
“From what I can see, there may be some misunderstanding in this matter.”
It was none other than Gu Changge. Wearing a somewhat surprised expression, he swept a glance over Ying Shuang and the others, then stood before them and spoke to Wang Zijin.
“Gu Changge!”
“It’s him!”
“He’s actually come to the Eternal Overcast Battlefield too?”
Seeing Gu Changge, the expressions of the young beings nearby changed drastically, shocked and apprehensive, obvious awe flashing through the eyes of many.
None of them had expected Gu Changge to suddenly appear here.