67: A battleground? This is going to kill me!

Su Chen's vision suddenly went dark.

His body swayed violently; if he hadn't gripped the edge of the table tightly, he would have collapsed headfirst.

His chest heaved violently, and a "he-he" sound came from his throat, as if an invisible hand was choking him, and he was desperately gasping for air.

In his mind, only one thought was frantically crashing against his skull.

It's over.

I'm toast.

This time, it's completely and utterly finished.

[Gathering of Fragrances Banquet? Concubine selection?!]

[Was that Imposter's head kicked by a donkey, or caught in a door, or gored by a pig when he was a kid?!]

[What on earth does he want to do?!]

[Does he think I haven't drawn enough aggro yet? Does he want to make me the public enemy of every male Cultivator on the entire Xuanyuan Continent?!]

Inside Su Chen's heart was a category twelve doomsday tsunami.

He could even clearly "see" the scene.

The Listening to Rain Pavilion in the Imperial Villa.

A group of Saintesses, princesses, and peerless beauties, who usually looked down on everyone and were never convinced by anyone, were all gathered together.

And that Imposter, wearing his face, sat high in the main seat, pointing at the group of twittering women below with the look of someone picking out cabbages.

What was this?

This wasn't discussing the Dao.

Nor was it selecting concubines.

This was personally building an unprecedented, epic-level crematorium for him, Su Chen!

Just imagining it made Su Chen's scalp tingle and every pore on his body scream.

A group of women is a drama.

What kind of disaster movie would it be when dozens or hundreds of women gathered together?

Not to mention, it even included a delusional overthinker like Ling Qingzhu!

And a crazy fun-seeker like Liu Ruyan!

Plus that Imposter who feared only that the world wasn't in chaos and was fanning the flames everywhere... Su Chen didn't dare think any further.

He dared to bet his sleep time for the rest of his life that after this so-called "Gathering of Fragrances Banquet" ended, tomorrow's headlines in the entire Tiandu, and even the entire Xuanyuan Continent, would be—"Divine Son of the Su Family Two-Times Multiple Women, Causing All the Prodigies to Turn Against Each Other for Love, Blood Spilled at the Listening to Rain Pavilion on the Spot," a shocking scandal!

By then, the name Su Chen would be permanently welded to terms like "scumbag," "Sea King," and "humanoid walking cannon."

Wanting to sleep peacefully in the future?

He probably wouldn't even dare to step out of the door!

If he went out, he would be drowned alive by the spit of every Cultivator in the world!

How would the Holy Lands and Divine Dynasties behind those "abandoned" Saintesses and princesses look at him?

How would the Prodigies and Prodigies who admired those Saintesses and princesses look at him?

He would become the target of everyone!

A walking, super-multiplied trouble magnet!

[No! Absolutely not!]

[Even if I, Su Chen, jump down from this Drunken Immortal Tower and fall to my death here, I absolutely cannot let this damn 'Gathering of Fragrances Banquet' be held smoothly!]

[This is no longer a matter of a collapsed persona!]

[This is a matter of social death!]

[My great salted fish undertaking, my ideal of lying flat, absolutely cannot be ruined for no reason by an Imposter!]

A total catastrophe!

A cold chill rushed from his tailbone straight to the crown of his head, instantly freezing all his thinking capacity.

He knew he couldn't just sit and wait for death anymore.

He had to take the initiative!

He had to go to that Listening to Rain Pavilion and personally tear off that Imposter's painted skin in front of everyone!

He wanted to tell the whole world with the loudest voice of his life:

He, Su Chen, had no interest in women!

No interest in selecting concubines!

And even less interest in having a harem!

His only interest was sleeping!

"His Highness the Divine Son, what... what should we do now?"

Seeing the expression of the sky falling on her Divine Son's face, Su Ying also realized the seriousness of the matter and asked somewhat helplessly.

Su Chen didn't answer.

He forcibly suppressed his heart, which was pounding like a drum.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again—

In those peach blossom eyes, there was no longer the slightest bit of laziness, only a kind of ferocity from being pushed to a dead end.

That was an expression of mixed fear and determination that only a person with severe social anxiety would burst out with upon learning they were about to be dragged to a social party of ten thousand people.

He suddenly waved his hand, his voice hoarse with extreme anger.

"Prepare the carriage!"

He roared.

Immediately, he felt that taking a carriage was too slow—it was a slow bus to the crematorium.

What if those women had already started fighting by the time he arrived?

"No! No need to prepare the carriage!"

He snatched his wrinkled coat from the rack and threw it on like lightning, his movements as fast as a tornado.

"Fly there directly!"

"Su Ying, Su Zhi, Su Yue, and Su Tao! You four, follow me!"

He turned abruptly, and in those peach blossom eyes that were always sleepy, two flickers of black flame were now burning.

That wasn't Battle Intent.

Nor was it rage.

That was the most primitive and pure... desire for survival that a salted fish bursts out with to defend his sacred and inviolable right to sleep!

"I'm going to clean house!"

Su Chen gritted his teeth, every word sounding as if it were crushed by his teeth before being spat out.

"I'll let that damn Imposter know exactly how terrifying the anger of a salted fish is!"