64: Holy crap! Which treacherous subject is trying to harm me?!

Ling Qingzhu's warmth and fragrance seemed to still linger on that shadow recording stone.

Su Ying held it, returning to the VIP Room with a mind full of confusion.

She completely failed to grasp the deeper meaning behind the Yaochi Saintess's final words.

"Do not forget the elegance of that day"?

Su Ying racked her brain but could not find an answer.

During these fifteen days, His Highness the Divine Son had clearly been sleeping on the Flying Boat the entire time.

Sleeping... what kind of elegance could there be in that?

Could it be that His Highness's sleeping posture was very handsome?

She shook off these strange thoughts and respectfully presented the shadow recording stone.

At this moment, Su Chen had already slumped back onto the soft couch.

He was like a pile of boneless mud, letting the technicians do as they pleased while he hummed a tuneless song.

The satisfaction of getting rid of a major trouble made his entire body feel relaxed and comfortable.

"His Highness the Divine Son, the Yaochi Saintess has already left."

Su Ying's voice pulled him back from his state of bliss.

"Mm, it's good that she's gone." Su Chen's voice was lazy and carried a nasal tone.

"However, before she left, she asked me to hand this over to you."

Su Ying handed the shadow recording stone over.

"She also said... she hopes you will not forget the 'elegance' of that day."

Su Chen finally deigned to lift half his face from the pillow.

He glanced at the shadow recording stone in confusion.

"The elegance of that day?"

He looked completely bewildered.

"Which day? What kind of elegance do I have?"

[This woman definitely has something wrong with her head.]

[Acting all mysterious, speaking in riddles.]

[My greatest elegance is being able to sleep for twelve watches a day. What's so special about that? Is she trying to steal my sleeping technique?]

Su Chen complained wildly in his heart, but he still curiously took the shadow recording stone.

It felt warm to the touch and was rich in Spiritual Qi; it was top-quality goods.

[Tsk, a Saintess really is a rich woman.]

[Whatever, let's just see what she's up to.]

Su Chen nonchalantly injected a trace of spiritual power.

Buzz—!

A light screen was suddenly projected into the air of the VIP Room.

The first image on the light screen was the Star Gazing Platform of the Myriad Dao Auction House, suspended high in the sky.

Su Chen's expression remained lazy, and he even let out a yawn.

[Pfft, I thought it was some kind of treasure, but it's just a recording of the auction.]

[What's so...]

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

The next second.

On the light screen, the space around the Star Gazing Platform suddenly collapsed inward, and a pitch-black singularity was born out of thin air.

Immediately after, a white-robed figure strolled out from that distorted Void Realm as if taking a leisurely walk in a courtyard.

The yawn on Su Chen's face froze halfway.

He saw it.

The person on the light screen was wearing white clothes no different from his own and a jade hairpin of the same style.

The most crucial thing was that face!

That face, so handsome that even he couldn't help but look in the mirror every day, was clearly his own face—Su Chen's face!

The expression on Su Chen's face shifted from confusion, solidified inch by inch, and turned into a blank stare.

He subconsciously sat up straight and waved his hand to dismiss the technicians behind him.

On the light screen, that "other self" lazily walked to the edge of the Star Gazing Platform, leaning against the railing with eyes that were wicked and domineering, looking down on all living beings.

That mysterious entrance and that kingly aura instantly ignited the entire auction.

Countless gasps and exclamations were clearly audible even through the light screen.

Su Chen's mouth was slightly agape.

[Who... is this?]

[An illusion? Which wicked person used my face to edit a video just to prank me?]

The scene shifted.

That "other self" actually appeared like a ghost outside the window of the Yaochi Holy Land's VIP Room, separated from the astonished Ling Qingzhu by only a single pane of glass.

Then, Su Chen heard it.

He heard that bastard wearing his face speak in a magnetic voice that gave him goosebumps, full of doting and playfulness, saying to Ling Qingzhu word by word:

"My... bullied... little... wife."

The blank stare on Su Chen's face instantly shattered, turning into pure horror.

His eyes widened, and his pupils constricted violently due to the extreme shock!

Before he could even recover from this earth-shattering address.

The "other self" on the light screen spoke again to Ling Qingzhu, whose Dao Heart was on the verge of collapsing, using an even gentler and more doting tone.

"What's wrong?"

"Who bullied our family's Qingzhu? Tell your husband."

"Husband will take care of it for you."

BOOM—!!!

At this moment, Su Chen felt as if the top of his skull had been blown off.

No, he felt as if he had been blasted from the inside out by a World-Destroying Divine Thunder, reduced to the most primitive Chaos!

His brain went blank; he stopped thinking.

What did he just see?

What did he just hear?

Husband?

Bullied little wife?

Who exactly was this guy with his face, talking such smooth nonsense?!

What on earth was he doing?!

Su Chen's worldview was, at this moment, completely and ruthlessly crushed into dust!

He watched helplessly as the "other self" on the light screen acted with high spirits, playing the entire audience like a fiddle.

He saw Ling Qingzhu so infuriated by his "other self" that she fled through the window.

He saw Wang Teng and Qin Feng so enraged by his "other self" that they spat blood on the spot.

He saw tens of thousands of Cultivators in the audience prostrating themselves before his "other self," shouting that the Divine Son was invincible.

His inner world completely collapsed.

“HO—LY—CRAP—!!!”

A wretched scream rang out, as shrill as if a hundred female ghosts were collecting debts at the same time.

The sound tore through the quiet of the room and shot straight into the clouds!

He shot up from the soft couch like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Who is this guy?! Who the hell is this?!"

Su Chen pointed at the light screen in the air, his fingers trembling violently from agitation, his handsome face flushed red with extreme shock and anger.

"Which treacherous subject wants to harm this sovereign?!"

"Who?! Who exactly is out there using my face to do such wicked things?!"

It's over!

It's all over!

The perfect "low-key," "salted fish," and "indifferent" persona he had painstakingly cultivated!

His beautiful future of being isolated from the world, just eating and sleeping!

At this moment, it had all been kicked into a bottomless abyss by that flamboyant Imposter on the light screen!

Not even a scrap was left!