Chapter 020: Borrowing My Name to Show Off? Watching a Good Show

A scene of pure absurdity was unfolding before the mountain gates of the Taixuan Holy Land.

The various sects and ancient families, who had arrived moments ago with killing intent surging like a tidal wave, were now the picture of amiability.

Even the notoriously hot-tempered Old Emperor of the Great Sun Dynasty was being physically restrained by his advisors to prevent him from ruining the mood.

To an uninformed observer, it would look like a friendly family reunion.

“This is the beauty of absolute power,” the Taixuan Holy Lord mused, watching the invaders squirm.

“As long as Qingge remains in Young Lord Gu’s favor, who in the entire Eastern Wilderness will dare to look me in the eye? They will detour three miles just to avoid blocking my path!”

The thought sent a jolt of excitement through his veins.

On the surface, he maintained his arrogant, smug facade. But internally, his mind was crystal clear.

He knew that without Gu Changge sitting in the palace like a living god, the Taixuan Holy Land would be nothing more than a pile of rubble by now, carved up by these hungry wolves.

His gratitude—and fear—toward Gu Changge were boundless.

He understood the rule of the game: What Gu Changge gives, Gu Changge can take away.

“If you wish to pay your respects to Young Lord Gu, you must demonstrate sincerity,” the Holy Lord announced, his voice dripping with condescension. “He is not someone just anyone can meet.”

With a cold laugh, he turned into a streak of divine light and shot back toward the sect’s interior, leaving the leaders of the major powers standing awkwardly at the gate.

He had to ask permission first. He couldn’t just use the Young Lord’s name to posture forever without checking in.

…

Inside the palace.

Gu Changge raised an eyebrow upon hearing the Holy Lord’s request.

“Borrowing my name to show off to the neighbors? He has guts.”

Gu Changge was mildly amused. He hadn’t expected the old fox to be so brazen. However, he couldn’t be bothered with such trivialities.

“Let him handle it,” Gu Changge waved a hand dismissively. “Let him play his role.”

Right now, he was waiting for the real show to begin.

I just hope Su Qingge doesn’t disappoint me.

…

Outside the mountain gate.

“Damn it! Look at Su Taixuan’s face… I want to rip it off!”

“What is he so proud of? He just got lucky and hugged a golden thigh!”

The gathered cultivators gritted their teeth in envy and rage. Yet, not a single one dared to cross the threshold.

Everyone understood the implication. For the Taixuan Holy Lord to be this arrogant, the “Young Lord” backing him must be a monster. One wrong move could bring annihilation upon their entire lineage.

Curiosity began to bubble up.

Who is this Young Lord?

Among the invaders were the “Young Supremes” of the various Holy Lands and Dynasties—proud geniuses who considered themselves the future rulers of the Eastern Wilderness. Today, their egos had been shattered.

A single young man, without even showing his face, had forced their elders to bow their heads?

“Unbelievable,” a young man with hair like spun gold muttered. “Could he be a genius from the Central State?”

He was the Holy Son of the Yangxu Holy Land. He had come here expecting a glorious battle to temper his Dao. Instead, he got… this.

He naturally assumed the “Young Lord” must be from the Central State—the spiritual heart of the continent, where ancient traditions bordered the legendary Upper Realm.

“It’s not that simple,” Zhao Tian, the Supreme Elder of the Yangxu Holy Land, said with a bitter smile.

Despite his sage-like appearance, he looked defeated. “Even the great powers of the Central State wouldn’t make Su Taixuan this confident. I fear… it is something far beyond that.”

He sighed, resigning himself to wait obediently at the gate like a common petitioner.

…

Meanwhile, inside the Sect.

Su Qingge returned to her personal palace, her expression troubled.

Gu Changge had left abruptly, without explanation.

Did I offend him? Was I too forward? Or not forward enough?

She racked her brain but found no answer.

Truly… accompanying a monarch is like accompanying a tiger.

She sighed, feeling a sense of helplessness. Gaining the favor of such an unpredictable man was harder than ascending to the heavens.

As for the invasion outside? She wasn’t worried in the slightest. She knew exactly what Gu Changge’s presence meant. Unless the invaders had a death wish, the Taixuan Holy Land was the safest place on the continent.

Suddenly, her expression sharpened.

“Someone is here.”

As the Holy Maiden, her cultivation was top-tier among the younger generation. She sensed the fluctuation in the air instantly.

A figure emerged from the shadows of the hall.

“Qingge…”

The man was disheveled. His face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, his hair a tangled mess. He looked like a beggar who had crawled out of a grave.

But his eyes burned with an intense, frantic emotion.

“Ye Chen?”

Su Qingge frowned, barely recognizing him.

Since his imprisonment, she had forced herself not to ask about him. She had promised Gu Changge she would cut ties, and she was a woman of principle.