69: The true and false divine children are about to meet!

Inside the Listening to Rain Pavilion, the flow of air became viscous and heavy.

Although the "Divine Son of the Su Family" in the waterside pavilion remained silent, sipping his wine with a lazy posture, that invisible aura was like a vast net, enveloping everyone within.

The favored daughters of heaven present all felt as if they had become goods being scrutinized.

This feeling caused a thin layer of frost to cover the pretty faces of these proud and arrogant individuals.

Just as this subtle confrontation was about to be broken.

BOOM!!!!

A massive explosion blasted through the boundary of the Listening to Rain Pavilion!

The courtyard gate, made of ten-thousand-year-old divine wood and capable of withstanding a full blow from a Great Saint, was shattered from the outside by an unreasonable, colossal force!

Countless wood splinters, wrapped in Daoist Runes, shot out in all directions!

This terrifying turn of events caused all the favored daughters to spring from their seats in shock, their beautiful eyes filled with disbelief as they all looked toward the entrance.

Who was it?!

Who had the heaven-defying audacity to break into the Royal Villa, at the banquet of the Divine Son of the Su Family, in such a manner?!

Under dozens of suspicious and uncertain gazes.

A white figure stepped in through the golden wood chips flying in the air and the afternoon sunlight.

The newcomer was dressed in white, but it was full of wrinkles, his hairpin was crooked, and his entire body radiated a towering 'waking-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed' rage that screamed, 'I didn't sleep well, so you all have to die.'

Behind him followed four stunning women with faces as cold as frost and overflowing with killing intent.

In an instant, the Listening to Rain Pavilion fell into a dead silence.

Everyone's breathing stopped at this moment.

Their eyes jumped frantically in comparison between the exasperated 'Su Chen' at the door and the composed 'Su Chen' in the waterside pavilion.

Identical white clothes.

Identical jade hairpins.

Identical... faces so handsome they would make even gods and Buddhas feel Mortal desires!

Two?

There were actually two Divine Sons of the Su Family?!

This realization was like a heavy hammer shattering the worldview of everyone present.

What kind of Cultivation Technique is this?

"You... who are you?"

A princess of the Imperial Dynasty emboldened herself to point at the Su Chen at the door, her voice trembling with extreme shock.

Su Chen didn't even spare her a glance.

From the moment he stepped into this place, his eyes turned into two sharp swords, nailed firmly onto the Imposter leisurely sipping wine in the waterside pavilion!

Fury! An unprecedented fury almost erupted from his eye sockets!

[Found you!]

[It's this bastard who's using my face, ruining my reputation, and destroying my salted fish Dao!]

[Fine! You wear my clothes, sit in my seat, and even want to hit on my... bah! You even want to open a harem for me?!]

[If I don't beat you back to your original form today, I'll write my name, Su Chen, backward!]

In Su Chen's mind, the inner monologue had already turned into a crimson red representing destruction.

Meanwhile, inside the waterside pavilion.

Ye Linghan looked at the Su Chen at the door, who was shaking with rage like a groundhog whose ancestral grave had been dug up; within her exotic phoenix eyes, laughter was almost overflowing.

Interesting.

Truly too interesting.

She slowly set down her wine cup and stood up.

Ignoring the Saintesses and princesses who had completely turned to stone around her.

In her world, only the 'Little Liar' at the door, who made her fingers itch with anticipation, remained.

Moving with lotus steps.

Step by step, she walked out of the waterside pavilion.

Her pace seemed slow, yet it carried a rhythm of Shrinking the Earth into Inches; every step was like treading on a person's heartstrings, elegant yet deadly.

She walked right toward Su Chen's murderous gaze, unhurriedly arriving before him.

Two identical 'Su Chens.'

Just like that, in the center of the Listening to Rain Pavilion's courtyard, under the ghost-seeing gazes of dozens of favored daughters of heaven, they officially met.

One was fuming with rage, full of the aura of the mundane world, like a Mortal coming to catch an adulterer.

One was wickedly lazy, eyes full of playfulness, like a demon god looking down on all living beings.

This scene was so eerie that even space began to distort.

"Who... exactly are you?!"

Su Chen stared fixedly at the face right in front of him that belonged to himself, every word sounding as if it were crushed and squeezed out from between his teeth.

He could feel that this Imposter before him didn't have a single trace of illusion techniques on them.

That face and that body were his, Su Chen's.

But those eyes... those eyes full of predatory and demonic charm clearly told him that this was not him!

This sense of cognitive split made him shiver.

"Me?"

Ye Linghan looked at Su Chen's cute appearance—shocked, angry, and slightly cowardly—and let out a very low, delighted chuckle from her throat.

"Am I not just you?"

"My... other self."

BOOM—!

These words exploded in everyone's minds like a clap of thunder.

The Saintesses and princesses present watched the eerie interaction between these 'two Su Chens,' their worldviews shattered once again.

Other self?

What does that mean?