After the Villain Gave Up, the Female Lead Started Chasing Him

Chapter 5: This Guy Might Have a Masochistic Streak:

[Host: Fang Chen]

[Age: 20 years old]

[Cultivation: 6th stage Emperor Realm]

[Talent: Innate Dao Body]

[Secret Techniques: Profound Heaven Emperor Scripture, Limitless Divine Path, Hua Xuan Heaven-Shrouding Scripture, Eternal Thought, Heaven and Earth Seal Technique…]

[Divine Weapons: Primordial Divine Sword, Soul Heaven Seal…]

Fang Chen had reached the 6th stage Emperor Realm and possessed one of the strongest physiques in the world—the Innate Dao Body!

His cultivation techniques included the Profound Heaven Emperor Scripture and Limitless Divine Path, both at the Emperor level.

His secret techniques were at least Saint-grade, and his divine weapons were also at the Saint level.

Among them, the Primordial Divine Sword was unrivaled in offense, ranking among the top Saint-grade weapons.

The Soul Heaven Seal could protect the soul and was effective both defensively and offensively.

With such treasure, techniques, and power, even when facing a 7th stage Enlightenment Realm expert, Fang Chen had nothing to fear.

In the entire Tianxuan World, among the younger generation of peerless talents in the same realm, very few could stand against him.

“With such a background and foundation… why would anyone go groveling over a brainless woman?”

Fang Chen muttered to himself.

He could never understand why the original owner of this body, with such deep resources,

a powerful background, peerless talent, top-tier cultivation methods, and divine weapons—

a true elite in every sense—would stoop so low.

He was like the ultimate rich, handsome genius of the Blue Star—unmatched on every front.

Yet even with all of that, he still went crawling after a woman who didn’t even love him. That was utterly pathetic.

With such favorable conditions, not pursuing the great Dao was a waste.

Even if he couldn’t reach the Emperor Realm, becoming a Saint Realm powerhouse would still be an incredible achievement.

In this world where the strong ruled, strength was everything. Without it, you were nothing.

“I’ve been slacking off for a few days, and my cultivation has already risen by one stage. At this rate, it won’t take long to break through to the 7th stage Enlightenment Realm.”

Fang Chen did some mental calculations.

Normally, once a cultivator entered the 6th realm—Emperor Realm—progress would slow significantly.

But in just three days, he had advanced one full stage. That was almost unheard of.

And the longer he slacked off, the faster he seemed to improve.

Reaching the Emperor Realm might not even be his limit anymore.

The ten cultivation realms were:

Qi Condensation Realm, Spirit Origin Realm, Divine Sea Realm, Heavenly Origin Realm, Divine Origin Realm, Emperor Realm, Enlightenment Realm, Void Return Realm, Saint Realm, and Emperor Sovereign Realm.

Each realm had nine stages.

The first three stages were considered the early phase, the middle three the mid-phase, and the last three the late phase.

Fang Chen had now reached the 6th stage Emperor Realm, placing him in the mid-phase of the Emperor Realm.

One more breakthrough and he’d step into the late phase.

With this cultivation, he was undoubtedly among the rarest of prodigies in his generation.

“I remember the first time Xiao Yunting had a big breakthrough in cultivation, it was because I ordered people to suppress him.”

“He ended up encountering a fateful opportunity and gained strength from it.”

“That even made him famous in the Heavenly Cloud Holy Land, helping him secure a foothold there.”

“But now that I’m not suppressing him, let’s see how he’s going to rise in power.”

Fang Chen pondered to himself.

After Xiao Yunting entered the Heavenly Cloud Holy Land, his early growth had a lot to do with Fang Chen.

Rather than suppression, it had been more like sending him golden opportunities.

And in the end, Xiao Yunting turned around and slapped his face.

It was all effort with no reward.

Now that Fang Chen had fully committed to slacking off, he was curious to see how Xiao Yunting could rise without his “help.”

No one was ordered to mess with Xiao Yunting. Even the Holy Son made no effort to suppress him.

There was no rejection or exclusion just because Xiao Yunting had been brought in by Lin Luowei.

He was simply treated like a regular disciple.

Xiao Yunting had now been in the Heavenly Cloud Holy Land for about half a month, cultivating steadily without any trouble.

But it was too peaceful—so peaceful that Xiao Yunting started to feel uneasy.

“Master, I don’t know why, but something feels off,”

Xiao Yunting said in his heart.

“What feels off?”

Elder Ming was puzzled.

This kind of peaceful cultivation—wasn’t that a good thing?

“I can’t explain it, but it just doesn’t feel right. It shouldn’t be this calm.”

“Master, didn’t the rumors say the Holy Son of the Heavenly Cloud Holy Land was deeply infatuated with Lin Luowei?”

“Any man who got close to her would be targeted and suppressed by him. I was brought here by Lin Luowei herself, and we’re quite close.”

“Under normal circumstances, the Holy Son should be excluding me or suppressing me. But half a month has passed, and no one has done anything. It’s just too strange, and I feel really uncomfortable.”

Xiao Yunting furrowed his brow and analyzed the situation step by step.

He also felt something strange—like many important things were slipping away from him.

Over the past few days, this feeling had made him irritable, as though some unseen force was pulling him further and further from what should be his.

He had no idea what was going on.

After hearing him out, Elder Ming laughed and said,

“My disciple, this is just because your cultivation is too boring, so you’re overthinking things.”

“Think about it from the Holy Son’s perspective.

If he heard that Lin Luowei brought back some regular disciple—someone with no outstanding talent or strength—would he care?”

“Let me tell you. That man has a powerful background and unmatched talent. He has everything.

To someone at his level, normal disciples like us are no different from ants. He wouldn’t even bother to glance your way.”

In Elder Ming’s heart, he suspected Xiao Yunting had some sort of masochistic streak.

Other people, knowing the Holy Son liked Lin Luowei, would try to stay far away.

But Xiao Yunting, who had been brought in by Lin Luowei and was close to her, actually wished to be suppressed and excluded by the Holy Son.

If that wasn’t a masochistic mindset, what was?

Xiao Yunting opened his mouth to argue but had nothing to say.

Elder Ming’s words… kind of made sense.

Being called an ant made him feel terrible, but it was the truth.

Right now, he couldn’t compare to the Holy Son in any way. Not even close.

So it made sense that the other party wouldn’t pay him any attention.

If the roles were reversed, he probably wouldn’t care about such an insignificant insect either.

Sensing Xiao Yunting’s frustration, Elder Ming quickly comforted him:

“Don’t get discouraged. This is actually your opportunity. The more the other side underestimates you, the more time you have to rise.”

“Once you rise, you’ll slap them all in the face.”

“Sure, you may not be able to match those top prodigies in talent right now—but you’ve got me.”

“And more importantly, you’ve got time. As long as you follow my training and cultivate diligently,

you’ll absolutely surpass the Heavenly Cloud Holy Land and trample them underfoot.”

“And that Holy Son isn’t irreplaceable either.

Once you surpass him, once you crush him beneath your feet—you just might become the next Holy Son…”

To pull Xiao Yunting out of his slump, Elder Ming began reinforcing his confidence.