65: Damn imposter! How dare you betray my Xianyu Avenue?!

Su Chen felt that it wasn't him who was crazy, but the entire world.

Like a wild cat with its tail on fire, he paced frantically around the luxurious private room, his mouth repeating the same delirious mutterings over and over.

"It's over... it's all over..."

In his mind, the future was no longer warm jade beds and afternoon naps.

Instead, it was replaced by a fast-paced montage of countless disaster movies.

From this day forward, Su Chen's public image in the Xuanyuan Continent would no longer be that of an ideal salted fish who was "unremarkable, mediocre in Aptitude, and useless except for his face."

Rather, he was now a... supreme show-off with a wicked gaze and world-shaking aura, a master of the Space Dao who publicly teased the Saintess and forced a Prodigy to spit blood!

What the Hell is this!

[I've painstakingly disguised myself for eighteen years!]

[Do you think it was easy for me?!]

[To maintain my 'ignorant and incompetent' trash persona, I ignored the rooster's crow every day and barely opened my eyes until the sun was high in the sky!]

[I rejected the earnest teachings of all the Elders, and I used every top-tier Cultivation Technique as table leg paddings and pillows!]

[I put in so much effort and sacrificed so much precious sleep time just to create this perfect environment of peace and quiet where no one bothers me!]

[Now, it's all been ruined by this Imposter!]

The more Su Chen thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more his heart filled with grief and indignation.

It was the immense grievance of having a cabbage patch he'd painstakingly cultivated for eighteen years suddenly uprooted overnight by a hyperactive wild boar!

What he was angry about wasn't that someone was impersonating him at all.

If someone impersonated him to handle social gatherings, deal with trouble, and take care of mundane affairs on his behalf, he wouldn't even have enough time to set off firecrackers in celebration!

What he was angry about was that this Imposter's performance was simply too abysmal! It was atrocious!

Of all things to pretend to be, you just had to act like one of those overbearingly arrogant Long Aotian-type characters!

What does that kind of persona entail?

It's a natural magnet for trouble! It's the primary target for every villain's KPI! It's walking pheromones that attract a bunch of inexplicable women!

This Imposter isn't helping him!

This is practically putting him on a spit and roasting him over a fire fueled by the wood of the entire Xuanyuan Continent!

"His Highness the Divine Son, please... please calm your anger..."

Su Ying, Su Zhi, and the others watched their Divine Son in his disheveled state, with bloodshot eyes and on the verge of collapse. Their faces turned pale with fear, and they hung their heads, wishing they could bury them in the carpet.

They had also finished watching the contents of the shadow recording stone, and their hearts were similarly in a state of turmoil.

The person in the images had the exact same appearance and aura as the Divine Son, even imitating his innate lazy charm to perfection.

However, that heart-trembling, overbearing style of action and that wicked gaze that people dared not look at directly... made him seem like a completely different being from the salted fish Divine Son they spent every day with.

Could it be that Your Highness... really has some second personality they didn't know about?

"Calm down? How can you ask me to calm down?!"

Su Chen stopped abruptly and grabbed a handful of his own hair, feeling as if he was about to tear his scalp off.

"Do you know what this means?"

He pointed at the shadow recording stone that was still looping "his" glorious deeds—no, his social death evidence—and roared at Su Ying and the others.

"It means that from today on, I'll never be able to sleep peacefully again!"

"In the future, there will surely be countless blind fools who, jealous of me being 'too much in the spotlight,' will come looking for trouble twenty-four hours a day!"

"And there will definitely be countless self-righteous women who, infatuated with my 'overbearing style,' will cry out wanting to have my babies!"

"My peace and quiet!"

"My Salted Fish Dao!"

"It's all ruined! Completely ruined!"

In Su Chen's voice was the mournful cry of an entire salted fish Universe collapsing.

He finally figured it all out.

Why that showy peacock Wang Teng acted like he'd swallowed gunpowder the moment they met.

Why the eyes of those people inside and outside the Drunken Immortal Tower looked like they'd seen a ghost.

After all that, it turned out this damned Imposter had been out there maxing out all his aggro and charm points for him!

Meanwhile, he, the real deal, was still foolishly sleeping and drooling on the Flying Boat, completely oblivious to the impending storm!

Sleeping on a ship, yet a disaster falls from the sky!

And it's a massive scapegoat's pot heavy enough to crush him into the eighteen levels of Hell, never to rise again!

[This damned Imposter!]

[If you're going to show off, can't you at least be professional about it? Learn from me!]

[Just find a place, lie down elegantly, and ignore whoever talks to you. If someone asks, just say 'Don't bother me, I'm sleepy.' How simple is that workflow? How high-end?]

[You just had to do space teleportation and say things like 'Husband will handle this for you.' Do you think you're in a play?!]

[Too diligent! This Im-pos-ter is simply too diligent! It's outrageously diligent! It's a heinous crime to be this diligent!]

[No! I absolutely cannot tolerate such an 'involutionary' Su Chen existing in this world! This is the ultimate betrayal and insult to my Salted Fish Dao!]

An unprecedented sense of survival crisis completely ignited the fire of Su Chen's fighting spirit.

This was no longer a matter of whether his persona was collapsing.

This was a battle of Daoist orthodoxies! It was a matter of life and death!

He had to find this Imposter immediately, right now!

And then... make him understand what the real "Su Chen" is like!

"Investigate!"

Su Chen turned abruptly and grabbed Su Ying's shoulders tightly, shaking her hard. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were shot with blood.

"Investigate for me!"

"Immediately! Use all of the Su Family's intelligence forces in the Heavenly Capital! Turn this city upside down!"

"And drag out that bastard who's using my face to ruin my reputation everywhere!"

"I'm going to catch him... and make him go to all my future social engagements on my behalf!"

Halfway through, Su Chen realized he'd spoken his true thoughts and quickly changed his tune.

"No! I mean grind his bones to ashes! Let him know the miserable consequences of impersonating This Divine Son and trampling upon my Salted Fish Dao!"

Su Ying was shaken until she was dizzy and almost vomited on the spot, but she still suppressed her churning blood and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes! Your Highness! This subordinate will do so at once!"

Just as the private room was in a state of chaos and Su Chen was like an ant on a hot pan, so anxious he was about to spontaneously combust...

Su Zhi, who had always been in charge of intelligence work, walked in from outside.

Her footsteps were light, but each step felt like it was treading on Su Chen's frayed nerves.

Her expression was exceptionally complex.

It was a mixture of shock, doubt, and a hint of strangeness.

In her hands, she held something that had just been urgently delivered through the Great Xia Divine Dynasty's highest-level secret channel—

A gold-stamped invitation.