Chapter 5: A Public Humiliation of Epic Proportions

Chapter 5: A Massive Social Death Scene

Wang Ye?

Du Rulong stared at the ancestor beside him with a dull expression, thinking to himself that as expected of the ancestor, he always used a pseudonym when traveling, never implicating the Qingyun Sect.

"Wang Ye..."

Chen Ping'an felt sweat forming on his palms as he suddenly remembered this particular alias. Over his ten thousand years of wandering the world, he had created many such identities, and "Wang Ye of the Wudang Sect" was one of them. He had used this name several times, but Chen Ping'an swore to the heavens that the old woman before him was definitely not his ex-girlfriend.

"Master!"

In the center of the square, a stunning girl in green robes stared at the old woman's back in shock, her mind reeling in indescribable disbelief. She never imagined that the heartless man who had once abandoned her master was actually the ancestor of the Qingyun Sect. Originally, she had infiltrated the event to help her master purge the scum, but upon seeing the true face of this Qingyun ancestor, she couldn't muster a shred of killing intent. In fact, a voice in her heart urged her to betray her master and throw herself into the ancestor's arms.

"Progenitor, someone is causing trouble!"

From the back mountain, Qin Jian emerged, sword in hand, filled with fury and ready to charge to the rescue. The Progenitor’s expression shifted violently, and he waved a hand sharply: "Wait! This person is also at the Divine Void Realm, and her sword intent has enveloped our ancestor. If we intervene, the situation may spiral out of control..."

The other ancestors fell silent, their expressions filled with indignation. Damn it, if anyone dared to touch a single hair on the ancestor's head, the Qingyun Sect would see them torn to pieces and their bones ground to dust!

However, it was not the Qingyun Sect members who were truly indignant, but the hopeful beauties gathered in the square. Seeing their idol being held captive by a hideous old crone and berated as a "scumbag," the fury of these young girls erupted. Regardless of the old woman's cultivation level, they began to curse at her one after another.

"You dead old hag, why don't you look in a mirror? Do you think a face like yours is worthy of the ancestor?"

"Exactly! You aren't even fit to carry his shoes!"

"Get out of the Qingyun Sect immediately!"

"Get out!"

The roar of a thousand people was thunderous and spectacular. Amidst the crowd, Ning Yao offered a cold smile.

"This is getting interesting..."

Although she had never sought a romantic partner, she held the ancestor's public display of taking concubines in deep contempt. Now that someone was causing trouble, she hoped this absurd spectacle would be ruined.

The old woman’s eyes turned blood-red, and tears welled up. She let out a hollow, bitter laugh: "Heh, after you left, I searched everywhere for the Wudang Sect, but could never find it. So, the name 'Wang Ye' was fake all along..."

Chen Ping'an: "..."

At this moment, he was speechless. If she had only mentioned the name, he wouldn't have been surprised, but the fact that she knew Wang Ye was from the Wudang Sect pierced his psychological defenses. This woman was definitely his ex-girlfriend... or her mother. Perhaps the daughter was dead, and the mother was traveling the world seeking revenge on this "Wang Ye of Wudang."

Just as Chen Ping'an’s imagination ran wild, the old woman reached out and made a light gesture, revealing a face as beautiful as a painting. This small, palm-sized face was breathtakingly exquisite—features as sharp as if carved by a blade, brows like ink paintings, lips red and teeth white, with skin as smooth and delicate as if it would break at a touch. She possessed an indescribable, ethereal aura. Standing there with her sword, skin like snow and grace like jade, she looked like an immortal. Bathed in the morning sun, her body seemed to emanate a faint, holy light, her white dress fluttering in the breeze like a celestial being untainted by the mundane world.

"Ah, how beautiful..."

Du Rulong, standing closest, was mesmerized, thinking to himself that such a beauty was the only one worthy of the ancestor's peerless appearance.

"Ah..."

The entire square erupted in gasps. No one expected the supposedly hideous old woman to be as beautiful as a fairy. Her transcendent beauty eclipsed every other woman present.

"Xiao Ying, is that you?"

Chen Ping'an’s eyes widened, staring in disbelief at the beauty in white. Oh no, it wasn't her mother. It was her. This was a disaster; his ex-girlfriend had actually caught up with him at his concubine-selection ceremony. Wasn't this a textbook case of social death? He no longer possessed his immortality; trapped by her sword intent, he could be killed at her whim.

"Wang Ye, I... I... I searched for you so bitterly..."

Looking at the familiar, handsome face that now bore a few more traces of weariness, the surging hatred in Fu Hongying's heart was suddenly replaced by an indescribable bitterness, and beneath that bitterness, a strange sense of heartache.

Back then... he was like jade, a gentleman without peer. Even when the sky fell, that peerless man would never have frowned, even if he were just a mortal. What had he gone through over the years to become so world-weary? For years, she had hated him, wanting nothing more than to kill him; yet, now that they were face to face, her feelings were inexplicably beyond her control.

Chen Ping'an: "..."

His lips trembled, but he didn't know what to say, fearing that one wrong word would provoke the girl into killing him.

"Ding! Detected that ex-girlfriend Fu Hongying has appeared. The System Purity Value has been activated. As long as she forgives the host, you can earn Purity Points. The scale ranges from 1 to 100. Reaching 60 points will grant corresponding rewards."

Just as Chen Ping'an was panicked and helpless, the system spoke up on its own.

"What if she doesn't forgive me? Won't I just die?" Chen Ping'an was uneasy. He didn't dare gamble; Fu Hongying was clearly emotional, and one wrong word could trigger her to kill him. "System, I'm just a mortal. Don't you have a starter pack after activating?" he asked, unwilling to give up. He wasn't a novice; he knew that systems carried by transmigrators usually provided a starter pack to help them survive the initial stages in a new world.

System: "Wait, let me check. It seems there is one."

Chen Ping'an felt a headache coming on. This system really didn't treat him like a human; it was a total scam.

"Ding! Starter pack detected. Does the host wish to open it?"

"Open it!" Chen Ping'an was filled with anticipation.

As the saying went, anything produced by the system was a精品. He had no trump cards to deal with the furious Fu Hongying, so if the system was even slightly generous, he could survive this crisis.

"Starter pack opened!"

"Reward 1: One Innate Sacred Body Dao Seed. Note: This is one of the strongest Dao seeds in the world. It is highly attuned to the heavens and earth and excels in comprehending various laws. Once refined, cultivation speed will skyrocket."

"Reward 2: Three Resurrection Cards. Note: If the host dies, this card will automatically activate to revive you. You can choose to revive in place or at a random location in the Profound Sky World, and you can choose to revive instantly or after seven days."

"Reward 3: Three Common Vajra Shield Cards. Note: Once activated, a Vajra Shield forms around the body, impenetrable by anyone below the Saint Realm."

"Reward 4: Three 'Nice Guy' Cards. Note: When an ex-girlfriend says 'You are a nice guy,' this card activates, allowing the host to increase cultivation by one minor realm."

"All rewards are stored in the system inventory and can be used at any time."

After hearing the system's report, Chen Ping'an was pleasantly surprised. With these rewards, he could easily overcome his current predicament.