Hard Work Is Useless, Except for Moving Yourself

"Um?"

Upon hearing the Artifact Spirit's voice, Lu Changzhi's expression shifted, quite surprised:

"System, did you teach this?"

"Master, it's High-Tier Artifact Spirit."

The system said:

"Do I need to teach you something like this?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Changzhi's lips curled into a smile.

"Not bad, Ruling is teachable."

During the period of unified communication by one person.

A brief silence fell over both the Emperor Dao and the surrounding area.

Almost everyone was so shocked that they were speechless.

When the stone chair flew towards the starting point of the Emperor Dao, many people had some idea of what was going on.

But predictions are ultimately just guesses.

"This is truly..." Someone let out a long sigh, their expression quite complex.

"That's a bit outrageous. Could you please...?" "Isn't that a bit too polite?"

"Holy crap!" someone exclaimed, their face contorted in disbelief.

"We were just saying that the Liu Clan's imperial prince seemed to be losing his way in the Emperor Dao, and then... this happened so suddenly!"

"Damn, I just told that Emperor Body to get lost, and he immediately came to my backside. Just how attractive is this imperial son of the Liu Clan?!"

On the other side.

The Yue Clan's high-ranking members wore unusually solemn expressions at this moment.

There was a hint of worry mixed in with it.

"Really."

Yue Peng let out a long breath and gave Lu Changzhi a deep look:

"This imperial prince of the Liu Clan did it on purpose from beginning to end."

I'm not afraid of those who are arrogant and domineering; I'm afraid of those who can hold back.

As it turned out, his concerns were valid.

The Liu Clan's chosen one, whom everyone hoped for, was indeed deliberately hiding his true identity.

What made him even more wary was the attitude displayed by the stone chair.

Telling Lin Xie to "get lost" was truly disrespectful, while taking the initiative to step forward was genuine flattery.

The contrast is so stark, the implications of which are self-evident.

This imperial prince of the Liu Clan is likely to surpass Lin Xie in many aspects.

Is Lin Xie weak?

Absolutely not weak!

Liu Clan.

Liu Xun looked into Lu Changzhi's eyes and subconsciously widened them slightly.

His usually impassive face now showed a visibly increased look of disbelief and doubt.

He even sent someone in to tell Lu Changzhi not to get involved.

As a result, although it hasn't moved, the chair has moved closer to it on its own.

This is far beyond my expectations!

But why?

Liu Xun was puzzled.

Why would a chair choose another chair?

Many members of the Liu Clan who were unaware of Lu Changzhi's imposter identity now wore expressions of pride and smugness.

"Reaching the end, what's so extraordinary about it? You still have to walk it yourself."

"True extraordinary fortune comes naturally, and all things arrive spontaneously!"

Within the Emperor Dao.

Qin Li turned her head to look at where Lu Changzhi was.

His expression was quite calm, conveying more of a sense of "as expected".

There is a master here, so this chair must be either devoid of sentience or have very poor sentience.

Otherwise, how could it have been Lin Xie's turn?

"This chair..."

Mu Fan glanced at the stone chair, his expression amused:

"It's not just for sitting on your ass, it's also for sucking up to big shots, and it's perfect for showing off. It's really a great thing."

Amidst the shock of all parties...

Lin Xie, who was near the third gate, was still one of the most shocked people.

Unlike the others who were shocked, he was also burning with anger.

"Blind as a bat!"

Lin Xie's breathing was slightly rapid at this moment.

He had struggled to the very end; he had summoned the true form of the stone chair, only to find himself about to sit on it, and the chair rolled away.

That's fine, after all, it's Emperor Artifact. My cultivation level hasn't returned to its peak yet, so I might have a bit of a temper, but as long as I'm reasonable, it's understandable and acceptable.

But what he couldn't accept was that after rejecting him, the stone chair turned around and went to sit behind someone else!

Moreover, that person was someone I originally intended to use as a stepping stone!

Therefore, enduring it is not an option.

But it was those words, that tone!

A situation can be hurtful and make people feel uncomfortable, but this situation is far more than just hurtful.

The sight of the scene evoked painful memories, reopening old wounds.

In his previous life, when he was still young, he had a childhood sweetheart.

There was also a couple whose family was better off than his.

He and that girl had a very good relationship and feelings for each other.

Qingmei was more talented, which made him very happy and attentive. He considered her needs in everything and worked hard for her at all times.

Perhaps because she was too busy with her cultivation, she often appeared somewhat aloof.

But he still took the initiative to offer her warmth.

After all, cultivation is not easy, and we shouldn't be too demanding of others.

After all, there were times when she would happily thank herself for what she had done for her.

Back then, he thought that once he reached a certain level of cultivation and wasn't so busy anymore, they could return to how things were before.

Until one day...

Qingmei suddenly told her that she was pregnant and needed a medicinal herb from a certain place to nourish her, but she couldn't go there.

He went without hesitation.

It wasn't until an accident occurred during the process of retrieving the medicine, and the cat was beaten half to death but managed to stay there, that it suddenly realized while healing its wounds in the hole:

It seems that holding hands isn't enough to get a woman pregnant.

His injuries had mostly healed, and he went to confront the perpetrators immediately.

But unexpectedly, he ran into his rival, his childhood sweetheart.

He had almost forgotten about these things.

But some memories seem impossible to forget with the passage of time.

He forgot what his rival had said, but he always remembered Qingmei's sympathetic words:

"Effort, besides impressing yourself, is of no use whatsoever."

Qingmei gave him two choices.

They can choose to forget, and if they don't know about these things, they can still get along as before.

Either cut ties completely, live peacefully as strangers, and never expect her to treat you kindly again.

He didn't dwell on it too much.

He rose up in anger and struck back in fury.

Their skills were slightly inferior; they were half-dead, then half-dead again, and nearly all of them died.

That was the first time he understood that anger and hatred could truly be transformed into the driving force to keep moving forward.

However, that experience was something he really didn't want to experience again.

After burying the two men and their relatives with his own hands, he secretly vowed never to fall into that situation again.

He did indeed do it.

But now...

I never imagined that a chair would put me in such a predicament.

The difference is that one is a green plum, and the other is a chair.

But what they have in common is that both are under the opponent's control, toying with each other!

This is not a sore spot, but a wound.

How can we tolerate this?

This is intolerable!

Suddenly, many people in the Emperor Dao turned their heads sharply, looking in shock at where Lin Xie was.

At this moment, a faint crimson color appeared on Lin Xie's body.

His black hair moved without wind, and his robes rustled.

An aura of terror began to rise steadily, and from its center, it swept outwards in all directions.

"This aura!"

A young man's pupils contracted slightly, and he murmured softly:

"He's almost on par with my father, at least at the Emperor Venerable or higher!"