This was not the first time Chen Yan had experienced something like this.
His disguise might have been quite effective before ordinary Immortal Cultivators.
But almost every time, the great experts of the Immortal Ascendant Realm saw right through it.
Whether it was Mister You or Saint Bai,
Or Shen Xuanwei of Kunwu Continent, or Pu Wenyu, who stood before him now,
They were all the same.
Chen Yan had indeed weathered countless storms.
But had these men's own experiences been any less magnificent and turbulent?
The original Chen Yan had been nothing more than an utterly ordinary Immortal Cultivator, someone who accomplished nothing throughout his life and could only die beneath a great tree in the Falling Sword Mountain Range.
Only through repeated reincarnations and repeated reloads had Chen Yan gained the chance to stand on the same level and match wits with these Immortal Above Realm Great Experts, men who had risen above countless quadrillions of living beings across untold ages.
Chen Yan knew perfectly well that Pu Wenyu wanted to use him.
As for the grand pie in the sky Pu Wenyu had dangled before him, nonsense like "I wouldn't mind lending you a hand," Chen Yan would not believe it so easily.
Back in Kunwu Continent, Shen Xuanwei had already deceived him once.
He had known that Shen Xuanwei was not the real True Lord Wuxiang, and that Shen Xuanwei was certainly plotting something, yet Chen Yan had still chosen to turn the scheme to his own advantage.
That was because Chen Yan had never imagined Shen Xuanwei would be so insane.
He had used the entire Kunwu Continent as a bargaining chip to attain sagehood, striking that deal with an unknown, mysterious being.
Chen Yan had to admit that Shen Xuanwei had played him.
So