25: Chapter 25 External Doubts: Is the Young Master of the Xu Family Only Able to Rise to Power Through Women?

Beiyuan, a land of extreme cold covered in ice and snow.

The folk customs here are fierce; cultivators mostly cultivate their physical bodies and advocate absolute strength. In this bitter cold land, the most dazzling star is none other than the Ancient Family—the Wang Family.

Recently, anomalies have frequently occurred in the skies above the Wang Family.

There are phantoms of golden war chariots crushing the firmament, four auspicious divine beasts roaring in the clouds, and even a domineering aura of "I alone am supreme," which sweeps in all directions every morning as the sun rises.

That is the sign of the Wang Family's young master, Wang Teng, emerging from seclusion.

"Have you heard? Young Master Wang Teng has been in seclusion for ten years this time. It's said he has already mastered the legendary 'Ancient Chaos Emperor Scripture,' and his cultivation is close to the Great Perfection of the Dragon Transformation Realm!"

"That's natural! Young Master Wang Teng is said to have the potential of a Great Emperor. When he was born, a crane came with jade in its beak; he is destined by fate!"

"In comparison, that Young Master Xu of the Eastern Wastelands' Ancient Xu Family, Xu Chen, is simply a joke. I heard his position as 'Young Master' was purely due to being born well, plus... ahem, plus his exceptional skills in bed, coaxing two peerless goddesses to secure his position."

"Shh! Mind your words! The Xu Family is, after all, a clan of two Emperors..."

"What's there to fear? This is Beiyuan! Moreover, for this Heavenly Prodigy Assembly, Young Master Wang Teng has already spoken out, intending to reveal that gigolo's true face in front of the world!"

In taverns and tea houses, similar discussions rose one after another.

With the push from those with ulterior motives, Xu Chen's titles of "eating soft rice hard" and "the number one pretty boy in the cultivation world" spread almost throughout the entire Three Thousand Dao States.

And at the center of the vortex of public opinion, atop a ten-thousand-zhang snow peak of the Wang Family.

A young man wearing golden battle armor, extraordinarily heroic, stood with his hands behind his back. Brilliant golden light swirled around him, and as his eyes opened and closed, it seemed as if stars were being extinguished; his aura was terrifying.

It was exactly Wang Teng.

"Young Master."

An old servant of the Wang Family stood respectfully behind him, saying in a low voice, "The news has been spread. Now the outside world is looking forward to you suppressing Xu Chen at the Heavenly Prodigy Gathering."

"It's just... that Xu Chen is, after all, the son of The Longevity Emperor. If we go too far, will it..."

"Hmph!"

Wang Teng snorted coldly, and the surrounding wind and snow instantly froze.

"So what if he's the son of a Great Emperor?"

"In my life, I, Wang Teng, respect neither heaven nor earth; I only believe in the fist in my hand!"

"If Xu Chen truly has ability, he should stand out like a man and fight me, instead of hiding behind women and relying on devouring their Yin Essence to increase his cultivation."

Speaking of this, a thick flash of jealousy passed through Wang Teng's eyes.

Su Qingge, the Tai Chu Saintess.

Luo Hongyi, the Demon Sect Empress.

These two women, either one was a dream partner candidate for him. Especially Luo Hongyi, she was a powerhouse at the Great Power level, yet she was actually defiled by that trash Xu Chen?

How could he, a prodigy who prided himself on having the potential of a Great Emperor, endure this?

"Pass down my decree."

Wang Teng's gaze was like lightning as he looked toward the Eastern Wastelands.

"At the Heavenly Prodigy Assembly in three days, I, Wang Teng, will await Young Master Xu's presence at the Wen Dao Platform."

"If he doesn't dare to come, or can only hide under a woman's skirt to beg for mercy..."

"Then this 'Young Master of the Imperial Clan' title, I think it's better to smash it and hang it at the entrance of Yi Hong Yuan as a sign instead!"

...

Eastern Wastelands, Changshang Immortal Island.

The chaos of the outside world did not affect Xu Chen's good mood.

Or rather, this was exactly the effect he wanted.

"This Wang Teng is truly a qualified hype man."

Xu Chen sat inside the Nine Dragon Carriage, looking at the latest intelligence in his hand, a playful smile on his lips.

"Making such a big scene, as if afraid others won't know he wants to step on me to rise."

"Unfortunately, he doesn't know there's a tactic called 'killing with praise'."

Beside him, Su Qingge and Luo Hongyi sat on his left and right.

Because Su Qingge was pregnant, she wore a loose moon-white dress, yet it still couldn't hide her transcendent aura. She was peeling spirit fruits, her brows slightly furrowed, clearly very dissatisfied with the rumors outside.

"Husband, this Wang Teng is too much."

Su Qingge handed a peeled spirit fruit to Xu Chen's lips, her tone slightly cold, "What does he mean by hiding under a woman's skirt? How can a frog in a well like him understand Husband's talent and brilliance?"

"Exactly!"

Luo Hongyi had an even more explosive temper; today she had changed back into her signature bright red dress, which further accentuated her seductive and domineering aura.

"Husband, when we get to the assembly, there's no need for you to act."

Luo Hongyi rubbed her hands together, her eyes filled with killing intent, "I'll go up and whip him to death directly! Let him know what true 'soft rice' is—it's a dish he won't be able to eat in his entire life!"

Seeing his two wives being so protective, Xu Chen felt a warmth in his heart and reached out to pull both of them by their shoulders.

"Alright, don't be angry."

"Didn't I say? Going this time is specifically to slap faces."

"If they don't stretch their faces out, how can I slap them loudly?"

A glint flashed in Xu Chen's eyes.

"Besides, what I like to do most is to ruthlessly crush people's pride in the areas where they are most proud and confident."

"Doesn't he pride himself on having the potential of a Great Emperor?"

"Then I'll let him see what a true... second-generation Emperor is like!"

"Depart!"

Following Xu Chen's command.

Ang—!"

Nine True Dragons roared at the sky, pulling that extremely luxurious golden carriage as it crashed through the clouds.

...

Central State, Tianduan Mountain Range.

This is the venue for every Heavenly Prodigy Assembly.

Legend has it that in ancient times, two Great Emperors fought here, cutting the entire mountain range in half and forming a huge flat stone platform called the "Wen Dao Platform."

At this time, the Wen Dao Platform was already crowded with people.

Cultivators, prodigies, and old monsters from all over the Three Thousand Dao States packed the place.

Everyone's gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, looked toward the north and east.

North, that was the direction from which the Wang Family's Young Master Wang Teng was coming.

East, was the direction of the Ancient Xu Family's Young Master Xu Chen.

"He's here!"

Someone shouted.

In the northern sky, golden light shone for ten thousand zhang.

A bronze war chariot pulled by four "Golden Lions," which were Ancient Relic Species, came crushing through the void.

Upon the chariot, Wang Teng was in golden armor, his black hair dancing wildly, like a god of war descending to the world. With every step he took, his aura rose a level, making it difficult for the surrounding cultivators to breathe.

"Hiss! Such a terrifying aura! This is definitely the peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm, maybe even with half a foot in the Immortal Foundation Realm!"

"As expected of Young Master Wang Teng, who has the potential of a Great Emperor!"

"With such power, who among the younger generation can rival him?"

Amidst the crowd's exclamations, Wang Teng steered the chariot and landed steadily on one side of the Wen Dao Platform. His gaze was disdainful as he scanned the field, finally looking toward the east and letting out a thunderous cold shout:

"Xu Chen!"

"The auspicious hour has arrived, why haven't you appeared yet? Could it be that you're afraid?"

The voice rolled, echoing over the Tianduan Mountain Range, lingering for a long time.

However, the only response to him was the whistling mountain wind.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Ten breaths passed, and there was still no movement from the east.

Just as the people below began to whisper, and some even started to mock the Young Master of the Xu Family for indeed being a shrinking turtle.

"What's the rush?"

A lazy, somewhat teasing voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears without warning.

Immediately following.

A purple aura, even more dazzling and noble than Wang Teng's golden light, surged majestically from the east, covering half the sky.

Purple aura coming thirty thousand miles from the east!

Within that sky-filling purple aura, Nine True Dragons, each a thousand zhang long, pulled a shimmering golden carriage as it slowly emerged from the clouds.

Compared to Wang Teng's murderous entrance, Xu Chen's way of appearing was simply like... going out for a picnic.

The carriage did not land directly but hovered in mid-air.

The curtains were slowly drawn back.

Xu Chen, in a purple-gold robe, leaned lazily on a soft couch, his left arm around the cold and transcendent Su Qingge, and his right arm holding the seductive and peerless Luo Hongyi.

Su Qingge was even peeling grapes to feed him, while Luo Hongyi was massaging his legs.

This scene instantly dealt ten thousand points of critical damage to the single dogs below.

"Holy crap..."

Someone couldn't help but curse.

"This... is this the life of a soft rice man? I want to eat soft rice too!"

"Too arrogant! Too insolent! This is the Heavenly Prodigy Assembly, not his harem beauty pageant!"

Looking at this scene, Wang Teng's face turned green with anger.

He had spent ages posing and building up his momentum, only for the other guy to show up and instantly crush him with "extravagance" and "good fortune with women"?

"Xu Chen!"

Wang Teng roared, his long spear pointing directly at the sky, "This is the Wen Dao Platform, a place for discussing the Dao and martial arts! Not your den of pleasure!"

"Bringing two women up here, do you want them to fight for you?"

"If so, the face of your Ancient Xu Family has been completely lost by you!"

Facing Wang Teng's questioning, Xu Chen unhurriedly swallowed the grape Su Qingge handed him, and then slowly sat up straight.

He looked down at Wang Teng from above, as if looking at a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

"Wang Teng, oh Wang Teng."

Xu Chen shook his head, his tone full of pity.

"You keep saying I've disgraced my family and that I rely on women."

"But have you ever considered one question?"

Xu Chen pointed to the two peerless wives beside him, then to Wang Teng below.

"Being able to have the Tai Chu Saintess peel grapes for me, and the Demon Sect Empress massage my legs."

"This is also a type of strength."

"And it's... a strength you'll never be able to envy in your life."

"You call this soft rice?"

Xu Chen gave a light laugh, his gaze instantly becoming as sharp as a knife.

"This is called capability."

"As for the martial arts you mentioned..."

Xu Chen slowly stood up, leaped down from the carriage, and landed lightly on the Wen Dao Platform, standing opposite Wang Teng.

He didn't use any spiritual power, nor did he sacrifice any magical treasures; he just stood there with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering.

"I'm standing right here."

"No need for my wives to act."

"To deal with you..."

Xu Chen extended a finger and hooked it gently.

"One hand is enough."