The Secret Investigation Institute's C-Class Secret Agent

Shen Lian stood stunned for more than a dozen breaths before finally coming back to his senses. He quickly walked up to Chu Sheng and bowed.

"I am Shen Lian. Greetings, Senior."

"I did not realize earlier that Senior was such a peerless genius, and I showed you much discourtesy. I hope Senior will forgive me."

Chu Sheng glanced at him, his gaze narrowing slightly before he responded blandly, "Mm."

Shen Lian was slightly taken aback by the perfunctory reply, but he suppressed his discomfort and continued asking.

"May I ask, Senior, what sort of illusions did you encounter while climbing the Immortal Ascension Platform?"

"I didn't encounter any illusions. I just walked all the way up. Didn't feel anything."

Shen Lian was stunned again.

This man had encountered no illusions—could he truly be devoid of desires?

Could he have once been a Disciple of the Buddhist sect?

But judging by his unruly, restless temperament, he did not seem like it.

Seeing that Chu Sheng clearly had no desire to continue talking and had turned his attention back to the cultivators on the stairs, Shen Lian tactfully fell silent and stepped aside.

Over the next few hours, cultivators reached the summit one after another.

The moment Song Qing stepped onto the platform, he spotted Chu Sheng. He wanted to go over and strike up a conversation, but then recalled Chu Sheng's earlier words—"You're too noisy"—and ultimately stopped awkwardly, not daring to approach.

Standing to the side, Shen Lian noticed that Chu Sheng's gaze had remained fixed on a certain woman from beginning to end.

The woman had ordinary features and looked entirely unremarkable.

His confusion deepened, and he could not help walking up to Chu Sheng and asking in a low voice.

"Senior, I see that you have been staring