So Shameless, Truly the Scumbag Gu Changge—This Is Simply Bullying Taken Too Far
So Shameless, Truly the Scumbag Gu Changge—This Is Simply Bullying Taken Too Far
The voice outside the cave residence was not the least bit unfamiliar to the two women.
Jiang Chuchu had been momentarily stunned, then quickly realized it was Gu Changge, a trace of delighted surprise appearing on her face.
But once she heard clearly that the voice outside was looking for Wang Zijin, the light in her eyes quickly dimmed again.
However, her expression soon returned to calm, leaving no trace of anything unusual.
“Gu Changge, how does he know I’m at your place?”
Wang Zijin raised her delicate brows, somewhat puzzled.
Still, her cave residence was very close to Jiang Chuchu’s, and whenever she had free time she would come over to visit—this was no secret.
Had Gu Changge gone looking for her first, found she wasn’t there, and then followed the trail over here?
“Young Master Changge is looking for you, so just go see what it’s about. Isn’t that fine?”
Jiang Chuchu said quite calmly.
“Mm, you have a point, but why do I feel like you’re a little unhappy, a little unnatural?”
Wang Zijin looked at her with a beaming smile, then her skirt fluttered, her figure flashed, and she was already outside the cave residence.
“Wang Zijin...”
Jiang Chuchu, whose emotions had already settled back into calm, furrowed her brows. She had originally not wanted to concern herself with whatever the two of them had to say.
But the moment she thought of Gu Changge standing right outside the cave residence, her heart simply could not settle.
And so, she moved her feet, her figure appearing at the entrance of the cave residence.
She did not show herself, merely watching Gu Changge, who stood beneath the serene bamboo grove outside.
He still wore that moon-white robe woven from Sacred Realm Silkworm King silk, tied with a simple pendant, making his figure appear all the more tall and slender, noble and natural, as handsome as jade.
In the distant areas, quite a few heavenly prodigies of the fairer sex kept glancing over, their eyes gleaming with unusual light, very curious as to why Gu Changge had come here today.
“Saintess Zijin.”
Seeing Wang Zijin come out, Gu Changge greeted her very naturally, the smile on his face utterly flawless.
“Brother Gu, what made you think of looking for me today? Let me guess—you definitely have some business, right?”
“This habit of yours of never visiting without a reason really needs fixing.”
Wang Zijin’s figure flashed as she appeared before him, facing him directly, smiling radiantly.
“Saintess Zijin, saying that makes us sound like strangers. Am I, Gu, really the kind of person who only comes looking for you when I need something?”
Hearing this, Gu Changge shook his head, looking quite helpless.
“Aren’t you? You damn scumbag.”
Wang Zijin muttered softly, but her words were so quiet that one couldn’t make them out without listening carefully.
Naturally, Gu Changge heard this sentence.
But he still acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, continuing, “Of course, this time I’ve come to find Saintess Zijin because there is indeed a matter I’d like to ask of you.”
Wang Zijin quietly rolled her eyes. When it came to shamelessness, she could only bow to Gu Changge—just a moment ago he was saying he wasn’t that kind of person.
And the very next moment, he had a favor to ask.
However, she was long since familiar with this personality of Gu Changge’s, so she wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Still smiling radiantly, she said, “Oh? I wonder what matter could stir Brother Gu into gracing me with his presence?”
Gu Changge sighed. “If this matter didn’t exceed my own capabilities, I wouldn’t have come to trouble Saintess Zijin. Saintess Zijin, do you still remember the black-robed man who ambushed you last time...”
The two figures walked off into the distance, side by side, talking as they went.
This scene caused Jiang Chuchu, inside the cave residence, to involuntarily clench her slender hands, her face turning slightly pale.
Wasn’t Wang Zijin the one who kept persuading her that Gu Changge was no good person? Yet now she herself was happily throwing herself at him?
“A black-robed man of the Sacred Lord Realm?”
Hearing this, Wang Zijin’s expression shifted slightly. This had happened at the Longevity Gu Family, and she still remembered that debt.
“Could it be related to the Successor of Demonic Arts?”
Her interest was immediately piqued.
Gu Changge nodded. “I’ve recently uncovered some clues.”
“Brother Gu, please speak.” Seeing how grave Gu Changge was, Wang Zijin’s expression also grew serious.
“Does Saintess Zijin know of the Demonic Heart Manipulation? It’s a method of controlling another person’s mind through certain means,” Gu Changge said.
Wang Zijin nodded. She had heard of such methods in both her previous life and this one.
Gu Changge saying this—could he be suspecting that someone in the True Immortal Academy had been controlled by the Successor of Demonic Arts?
“After thinking it over, I felt it best to inform Saintess Zijin first. After all, you’re the most reliable,” Gu Changge added.
Wang Zijin didn’t doubt his reasoning, snorting, “Well, I should thank Brother Gu for thinking so highly of me.”
Gu Changge smiled. “I’m not familiar with the other Ranked Disciples, and I can’t trust them either.”
Seeing him speak honestly for once, Wang Zijin felt somewhat pleased, and asked, “Then does Brother Gu have a suspect in mind?”
“No.” Gu Changge shook his head. “But it would be wise to stay on guard against the other Ranked Disciples.”
Wang Zijin nodded thoughtfully. In her view, Gu Changge must have discovered something, otherwise he wouldn’t speak this way.
And the first thing he did was come warn her to be careful.
This touched Wang Zijin a little—this stone-hearted fellow could finally take the initiative to care about someone for once?
Seeing her expression, Gu Changge smiled inwardly. His goal had been achieved.
Everything he said was to make his coming scheme against Heavenly Monarch Ziyang proceed all the more naturally.
After all, Wang Zijin was the Successor of Mortal Palace—besides himself, she was one of the most influential voices among the younger generation.
Saying this now was to inoculate her in advance. As a Transmigrator, her ability to fill in the blanks with her imagination was naturally far more terrifying than anyone else’s.
Back at the Gu Family, if not for her reverse-engineered imagination, Gu Changge would have had a much harder time dumping the black pot onto Ying Shuang.
Afterward, the two chatted about a few more things before Gu Changge escorted her back to Jiang Chuchu’s cave residence, though he showed no intention of taking his leave just yet.
“Brother Gu, won’t you come in and sit for a while~?”
Wang Zijin stared at him, asking with keen interest.
“Isn’t Saintess Chuchu inside?” Gu Changge asked with slight surprise.
“At this hour, of course she is,” Wang Zijin laughed.
“Then never mind. I’ll come visit Saintess Zijin another day when I have time.”
Gu Changge shook his head, then lingered no longer, transforming into a divine rainbow and departing.
Inside the cave residence.
On a crystalline, translucent jade bed over ten feet long, Jiang Chuchu sat cross-legged. She was cultivating, but she heard the sounds outside with perfect clarity.
Especially the conversation between Gu Changge and Wang Zijin—she hadn’t missed a single word.
“Knowing I’m in the cave residence, he wouldn’t even come in to sit for a while?”
Hearing those words, a trace of gloom and sorrow flitted through her eyes.
Back then, how cold and hostile she had been toward Gu Changge, never wanting to see that detestable face of his.
But now, it was Gu Changge who didn’t want to see her, avoiding her like a venomous snake.
This made Jiang Chuchu’s heart ache terribly.
And in the blink of an eye, several days passed. The Successor of Demonic Arts began to lie low, and everything seemed calm once more.
There were less than seven days left until the True Immortal Academy’s first entrance trial.
Whether Ranked Disciples or outer disciples, all were cultivating arduously—every day attending the elders’ sermons, observing the relic inscriptions of Sacred Emperors, and comprehending the scriptures of Quasi-Emperors.
Their cultivation naturally advanced by leaps and bounds.
Boom!!
At that moment, deep within a region of sprawling palaces, rosy light shot into the sky and blood vitality surged to the heavens. Immediately after, a terrifying golden dharma body appeared, like an ancient god that had existed since the creation of the world.
This aura was incomparably vast and mighty, blotting out the sky like a golden sun illuminating all directions.
For a time, many disciples and elders of the True Immortal Academy were stirred, looking toward that region in utter shock.
On a divine mountain wreathed in crimson clouds, the Phoenix Lady appeared, gazing into the distance with furrowed brows. “Prince Shen, being so high-profile?”
Even more young prodigies flashed into the sky, staring fixedly at that spot, their hearts unable to calm for a long time.
“This is Prince Shen’s aura. They say he’s been cultivating an ancient immortal art—could he have succeeded?”
“This aura has probably already surpassed the Sacred Realm level. It’s truly terrifying—worthy of an ancient freak said to have the Blood of the Gods flowing in his veins!”
“I heard Prince Shen caught the eye of an existence of unimaginably ancient seniority who intends to protect his path. That ancient being is said to have surpassed the Sacred Emperor Realm—he can be called an Emperor!”
“Sss! In this day and age, even if he hasn’t achieved the Dao, he must at least be a Quasi-Emperor. This is too horrifying—the True Immortal Academy actually hides such an old monster.”
At this moment, many disciples were stunned, recalling the recent news as they looked toward that direction in dread.
This phenomenon lasted a long time before slowly dissipating.
“Prince Shen, you are not my match.”
Inside a bronze palace mottled with rust.
A grey-robed man with an indistinct face noticed this scene and gently shook his head. “In this life, my only opponent is Gu Changge.”
“I hope this trial will give me some pleasant surprises.”
Huala-la!
As he spoke, a blurry, vast phantom of a world suddenly emerged behind him—divine peaks towering, immortal trees boundless.
Among them stood a colossal tree propping up the four poles of heaven and earth, hung with the sun, moon, and stars, and Chaos Energy, rumbling thunderously.
Meanwhile, on the other side, inside a tall and ancient pavilion.
A man with an ordinary, unremarkable face stood dumbstruck, staring in disbelief at the many ancient tomes before him.
“The epoch I once lived in was buried in the River of Time, called the Forbidden Epoch by the world.”
“All worlds dare not seek its name, dare not even mention it... No one knows what happened back then...”
“All realms destroyed, eternity collapsed, the Great Dao shattered, order utterly ruined... Why? Why...”
The man was none other than Qin Wuya, who had emerged from the Wondrous Stone. These past few days, several elders had brought him in to question him about many things.
He had long since prepared his responses, muddling through everything without exposing his identity, arousing not the slightest suspicion.
Afterward, he requested access to the relevant ancient texts, wanting to learn about this era, and the elders agreed.
As a result, Qin Wuya pored through countless ancient tomes, yet found not a single record of the period he came from.
Whenever any record of it appeared, an unfathomable, terrifying power would descend between heaven and earth to erase and destroy it—enough to make one’s hair stand on end and one’s whole body run cold.
He had thought he had merely arrived a few hundred years in the future.
That his former sect, his shifu, his Dao Partner, his junior brothers, his little junior sister—they were all still there, still waiting for his return.
But he never imagined that this accidental fall into the Nine Realms would cost him countless years.
And it was only with the help of that white-clothed girl named Xing Zu that he learned even these few fragments.
It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him—he froze on the spot, unable to react for a long time, completely unable to believe it.
“What exactly happened back then, that everything became like this? Even how many epochs have passed since then is unknowable...”
The corners of Qin Wuya’s mouth were bitter. He felt the heavens were toying with him—giving him the chance to go to the Nine Realms, achieving what countless Cultivators dreamed of.
Yet in the end, it was all like a dream of Nanke, turning to bubbles and illusion.
“I will definitely uncover the truth of what happened back then, and find my sect, my shifu...”
“If they’re gone, then I will avenge them!”
But soon, Qin Wuya recovered from this blow and grew calm, his fists clenched tight.
He had the confidence for this.
Moreover, his three hundred years of tempering in the Nine Realms had made his state of mind far surpass that of ordinary people.
So it didn’t take long for him to calm down and know what he needed to do next.
Those truths—he would have to excavate them himself, and take his revenge!
Afterward, Qin Wuya rose and left the ancient pavilion, intending to go witness this era anew—this incomparably brilliant golden age.
However, not long after leaving, amid mountains bathed in surging rosy light, Qin Wuya spotted a purple-robed man whose expression was one of utter shock, excitement, and exhilaration.
The man seemed to have been waiting there for him all along.
For some reason, he felt faint traces of familiarity from this purple-robed man.
“Who are you?”
Qin Wuya frowned and took the initiative to ask. During this time, he had already learned the language of this era and could communicate without issue.
Subconsciously, he took the man for one of those young prodigies looking to make a name by challenging him.
“S-Senior Brother...”
Yet what made Qin Wuya’s whole body tremble, his eyes going wide in disbelief, was that the form of address the man used was actually—Senior Brother?
That form of address?
How long had it been since he’d heard it?
Besides back in the Borderless Sect, who else would call him that? In this life, no one knew his identity, and he had never mentioned it to anyone.
Could it be...
Thinking of this, Qin Wuya’s voice trembled too, turning excited, exhilarated, yet somewhat disbelieving, afraid this was all his hallucination.
“Y-You... you’re...”
“It’s me, Senior Brother! I’m Ah Yang!”
Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s voice trembled like never before, excited, exhilarated, and shocked to the extreme.
He truly never imagined this person really would be the Senior Brother who had vanished back then. That face was so familiar.
Even after all this time, it hadn’t changed in the slightest.
Their Borderless Sect’s Senior Brother—in this life, they were actually meeting again, and in such a manner.
“Ah Yang... you’re actually Ah Yang...”
“I truly never thought I’d see you again in this life!”
At this moment, Qin Wuya could no longer restrain himself. His eyes nearly reddened as he strode forward, gripping Heavenly Monarch Ziyang tightly and looking him up and down.
The junior brother Ziyang of back then—who had his little schemes, but was not bad at heart, and had always admired their little junior sister.
“Junior Brother, what exactly happened back then? Where are our sect, our shifu?”
Afterward, the two reminisced and rejoiced in their reunion, and gradually calmed down from their excitement.
Having confirmed each other’s identities, their hearts surged with emotion and boundless joy.
Qin Wuya asked the question he cared about most.
But hearing this question, Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s expression changed drastically, turning somewhat pale as he hurriedly said, “Senior Brother, mind your words! Some things cannot be spoken aloud—they can’t even be written down or passed on...”
Hearing this, Qin Wuya fell silent for a while, thinking of those ancient tomes he had examined earlier—it seemed to be the same.
Within ancient history lay great terrors!
Some things were called taboo—things that could not even be mentioned.
“But Senior Brother, rest assured. As long as we don’t touch upon that matter, I can tell you about everything else.”
Heavenly Monarch Ziyang then exhaled and continued.
“From what I currently know, besides my successful reincarnation, little junior sister also reincarnated successfully. Shifu and senior sister—if nothing went wrong—should be the same...”
“So Senior Brother, you needn’t worry too much. All of us will definitely be reunited.”
Hearing this, Qin Wuya also exhaled in relief, a smile appearing on his face once more.
“You said little junior sister also reincarnated? Then where is she now? Why haven’t I seen her?” he asked.
“Well...”
At this, Heavenly Monarch Ziyang was somewhat at a loss for words. He weighed his phrasing. “Little junior sister’s current state seems a bit off. She hasn’t remembered the past yet.”
“Hasn’t remembered the past?”
Qin Wuya was taken aback, then smiled. “No matter. We’ll just wait for her to recover her memories, or we can help her.”
“With those words from Senior Brother, I can rest easy.”
Heavenly Monarch Ziyang also exhaled in relief.
Rumble-rumble!
“Hm? What’s that sound?”
Suddenly, Qin Wuya frowned, sensing a huge commotion not far away, accompanied by a chorus of screams. The earth shook and mountains trembled—even the nearby peaks quivered.
“Not good!”
“Someone is attacking my subordinates!”
Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s expression changed abruptly, turning gloomy. He recognized the screams of his followers.
Earlier, to prevent anyone from disturbing him, he had ordered his followers to guard the surroundings and let no one intrude.
“Who is so overbearing and arrogant?” Qin Wuya’s frown deepened as his figure flashed into the high sky.
Not far away, a young man with an indifferent expression stood with his hands behind his back, looking down from on high like a young Immortal Emperor.
Behind him likewise followed a great host of followers, vast and mighty, their momentum soaring to the heavens.
“Tell Heavenly Monarch Ziyang to get out here!”
Accompanying these words.
He immediately struck out with a palm, five-colored divine light swirling around it, Divine Chains of Order flickering in and out of sight—immeasurably vast, divine light surging like a divine disc.
Within heaven and earth, a golden palm appeared, slamming downward like the hand of a god.
Enormous and full of might, incomparably terrifying, making hearts tremble with fear, impossible to resist!
Boom!
The mountain ranges below collapsed directly, reduced to ash!
These followers of Heavenly Monarch Ziyang were prodigies and geniuses from the various skies of the Beyond, powerful enough to sweep through a region unopposed.
Yet now they were incomparably terrified, despairing!
Pu-pu-pu...
One after another they resisted desperately, life-saving treasures exploding, but to no avail—the gap in strength was too great; they were as weak as ants.
Then their bodies burst into clouds of blood mist one after another, their divine souls fleeing wrapped in tatters, leaving deathly silence in all directions!
“Damn it! This Gu Changge is actually so arrogant and overbearing! He’s bullying us too far.”
“I have no grievance or enmity with him!” At this moment, Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s expression was exceedingly grim.