Su Chen slowly descended from the sky, landing directly in the heart of the city near a bustling street. He didn't bother going through the main gate—there was no need for,when no one knew or cared who he was.
Night had already fallen, but the city was still brightly lit. Lanterns lined the streets, illuminating the crowds that flowed like rivers between stalls and shops. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, incense, and the chatter of countless voices.
Most of the people here were clearly not locals. Young cultivators in travel-worn robes and merchant caravans filled the roads.The upcoming Thousand Peaks Pavilion disciple selection had drawn everyone and their grandmothers here. If you weren't a local, you were either here to sell trash disguised as treasure, or to buy it, thinking you'd just found the key to immortality.
"Hey! Fellow Daoist! Come take a look! These spiritual fruits can let a mortal break through their shackles and step into the cultivation path—just ten spirit stones each!"
"Don't go that way, young master! Look here, this scripture—written by a forgotten ancestor sage—it'll help you soar to the heavens! Limited offer, just three hundred low-grade spirit stones!"
"You there! Yes, you! Eat this candy and you'll feel like you've ascended! Taste so good you'll forget your wife!"
Vendors yelled across each other, voices full of fake sincerity and even faker smiles. Some were already arguing, tugging at sleeves, pulling at potential customers like wolves fighting over scraps. One man even tried to advertise a rock shaped vaguely like a turtle, claiming it was a 'spiritual pet in disguise.'
Su Chen strolled past it all, completely ignored.
No one tried to sell him anything. No one dragged him into a stall. It was as if he didn't exist.It was like he was invisible. The outsider aura was completely hiding his presence…ever since his cultivation had risen, the effect had only grown stronger. Now, even a Nascent Soul stage cultivator wouldn't notice him unless he allowed it—or unless the person had a particularly rare physique or special perception.
His eyes wandered, taking in the sights with idle curiosity. Swords. Pills. Talismans. Rusted artifacts that probably weren't worth the storage ring they were being sold in.
He paused in front of one stall that was selling a chipped cauldron and a sword missing its hilt.
"Tch. If there were some chosen son of luck in my place, that broken sword would have a hidden immortal spirit sealed inside," he muttered to himself. "And the cauldron? Definitely some ancient alchemy treasure from ten thousand years ago. But since I'm not, it'd just be a waste of spirit stones."
He walked past the stall without a second glance.
Then suddenly—ding.
A crisp chime echoed in his mind. Clear, mechanical, and slightly smug.
After a long period of time… the system had finally spoken.
[Ding! Host, a Son of Luck has been detected.]
Su Chen's eyes narrowed.
"A Son of Luck, huh..." he muttered, eyes gleaming with a strange mix of curiosity and caution. "Tch, probably time for some options."
He wasn't exactly excited. In fact, he looked mildly disappointed.
But he knew this damn system too well.
"When does it ever give me normal choices? It's always during some life-and-death nonsense," he grumbled under his breath. "Can't even get something peaceful…"
A faint blue, half-transparent screen appeared in front of him with a soft flicker. He focused his gaze on it, and a description panel slid open, revealing the identity of the so-called Son of Luck.
[Son of Luck: Ye Chen]
[Background: Son of the Supreme Elder of the Thousand Peaks Pavilion and the former Holy Daughter of the Supreme Sword Sect (Upper Realm).]
[When Ye Chen was born, his mother was forced to return to the Upper Realm due to pressure from her sect, leaving behind only a pendant and a vague promise. Despite having poor talent, Ye Chen was never abandoned—his father, the Supreme Elder, supported him unconditionally, even as others mocked and ridiculed him.]
[For most of his youth, Ye Chen lived without ambition—until he caught a glimpse of the Celestial Fairy, the woman of his dreams. He believed himself unworthy and kept his feelings buried.]
[But a few months ago, everything changed.]
[Qin Ruqing, Holy Daughter of the Heavenly Maiden Sect (Upper Realm), approached him. She told him of a hidden tomb belonging to a God Transformation stage expert—promising he might find a treasure that could awaken his potential.]
[What she didn't tell him… was that the so-called tomb was actually the resting place of the Love Supreme.]
[Ironically, that was where Ye Chen's true journey as a Son of Luck began.]
[Inside the tomb, a protective formation activated unexpectedly, saving his life and teleporting him into a secret chamber. There, he discovered an ancient inheritance left behind by a Sage Realm cultivator—containing not only treasures, but the origin of a supreme physique:
Primordial Sword Embryo Physique — one of the top sword physiques in the entire cultivation world.]
[Now, the wheel of fate has begun turning for Ye Chen... and the world may never be the same.]
"Fuck, this classic cultivation story and protagonist rise plot… again?" Su Chen stared at the system screen, deadpan. He rubbed his forehead like he was getting a headache from sheer déjà vu.
While scanning through the details of the so-called Son of Luck, a memory suddenly slapped him across the face.
"Wait a minute… Ye Chen? That name sounds familiar—ah, right! That young master who was doing some ghop…ghop… business in that camp near Brightfire Expanse!"
"I thought that surname fit the protagonist standard… but the system didn't show him as a Son of Luck back then. Looks like… now he's become one."
He let out a long breath and rubbed his chin.
"Huh… I'll keep a low profile in the Thousand Peaks Pavilion."
His lips curled into a faint smirk.
"Since there's a protagonist Ye Chen… and his Celestial Fairy… hehe… then there must be a villain too."
A faint chuckle escaped his throat.
"Full-time enjoyment in life. So cool..." he thought, giggling to himself.
He tried to search for Ye Chen using his sensing technique, but surprisingly—he couldn't sense anything.
"Then there must be a villain."
He nearly cackled aloud.
"Full-time drama. Free entertainment. Life is beautiful!"
He tried to search for Ye Chen using his sensing technique, but surprisingly—he couldn't sense anything.