Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 102: Too Clean, Not Good
"Chu King of Hell, giggle... Chu Yang, you really have some skills!" Wu Qianqian covered her mouth, laughing so hard in front of Chu Yang that she nearly trembled.
Thinking of Chu Yang's nickname, Wu Qianqian couldn't help but feel amused. At the same time, deep down, she also felt a hint of subtle frustration and a strong sense of admiration.
Chu Yang was a year younger than her, yet he had achieved something she could only dream of. With just his own strength, and under the identity of an unknown person, he had become the imperial seat of the Butian Pavilion!
To put it into perspective, this was a position her father, Wu Yunliang, could only dream of but had failed to attain despite years of effort. Yet, Chu Yang accomplished everything in just half a month!
Of course, her father's sect background was different from Chu Yang's solitary nature; Tie Butian would not take risks. But... wasn't Chu Yang also from the Sky Tower? Wasn't the crown prince afraid that Chu Yang was an invisible man from the Sky Tower?
Why was there suspicion towards her father but not towards Chu Yang?
These were all things Wu Qianqian was confused about, but she would never voice them.
Ever since she learned that Chu Yang had come, then heard people constantly talking about him, and finally met him in person, even formally inviting Chu Yang with the courtesy of a state guest... at that moment, Wu Qianqian felt like she was in a dream, truly admiring this former junior disciple to the point of being awestruck.
Although Wu Qianqian had observed every step Chu Yang took clearly, that was merely hindsight analysis. If someone else had been in his place, Wu Qianqian absolutely did not believe there was anyone in this world who could do better than Chu Yang!
But the subsequent developments surprised Wu Qianqian even more. In just one night, he transformed from a newcomer to the Butian Pavilion into the imperial seat! Then, he smoothly integrated the Butian Pavilion, making everyone, including several martial sovereigns, obedient!
Others might not know Chu Yang's strength, but how could Wu Qianqian not know? Chu Yang only had the cultivation level of a martial artist!
A martial artist leading a large group of martial masters, martial sects, and martial sovereigns... yet no one dared to defy him, and instead, he became an object of admiration...
Such things left Wu Qianqian dazzled. Moreover, due to Chu Yang's deliberately low-profile aura, he had never revealed any martial prowess, leaving everyone with the impression of a "bookish scholar who knew no martial arts"!
But even more outrageous was: how could these martial artists, who were all unruly individuals, allow this "bookish scholar" to rise above them? Their admiration only grew, and they remained submissive to him.
Until recently, it became even more ridiculous. This guy had become the “Chu King of Hell," a name so fearsome that even children were too scared to cry at night!
Wu Qianqian was truly a bit dizzy.
"Hmm? You should call me Chu Imperial Seat." Chu Yang rolled his eyes. He could only roll his eyes because even in the room, he wore that fierce mask.
This was not for show; it was for a purpose.
Currently, he didn't have enough strength, so mystery was essential. After all, sometimes the combination of mystery and authority can become a powerful force. People worship gods, but who has seen a god? If a god appeared every day... then it wouldn't be a god anymore...
And Chu Yang was currently creating a god. He was making himself into a god!
Moreover, he was actively spreading rumors that “Chu King of Hell did not know martial arts." Although he was unsure of its effectiveness, it could to some extent numb his enemies. So, if he faced danger, the possibility of safely escaping would be much higher...
"Chu Imperial Seat? I think I'll still call you Chu King of Hell." Wu Qianqian sat opposite him, tilting her head and laughing, seemingly very interested in Chu Yang's fierce mask.
In fact, Wu Qianqian knew in her heart; whenever she was in front of Chu Yang, if he was in a good mood, her feelings would be more relaxed. Even with this strange mask, he would still make her feel like a gentle spring breeze. But if Chu Yang was in a heavy mood, then not only could she not laugh so recklessly, even her breathing would unconsciously become tense.