So far, the top evildoers from various factions have yet to truly make a move. Most are waiting for the right moment or trying to gather more resources to boost their strength in a short time.

Battles with peers are inevitable.

However, no one has ignited this fire yet, making the situation somewhat stiff.

The evildoers of the thirty-six sects in the Imperial Province, the top figures of the Eighteen Veins of the Western Border, and the powerful figures from places like the Pear Blossom Palace of the Southern Region are all acting in secret, waiting for the critical moment to strike.

Chen Qingyuan couldn’t wait any longer. He planned to let this fire spread across the Ancient World, ensuring no one could escape.

If you all don’t fight, how am I supposed to make money?

Chen Qingyuan decided to urge Zhangsun Fengye to challenge his peers, using three Fortune Green Lotuses to bet against someone else’s single lotus to attract attention.

“Me? That’s not a good idea!”

Zhangsun Fengye wasn’t as thick-skinned as Chen Qingyuan and couldn’t bring himself to say such provocative words.

“That’s easy. I’ll give you some silk pouches. When the time comes, just throw them at those people.”

The pouches contained written challenges. Chen Qingyuan believed that any hot-blooded young man who saw them wouldn’t be able to stay calm. Even if they didn’t want to fight, they would have to.

“Let me see what you’ve written.”

Zhangsun Fengye opened a pouch and his expression changed. “These words are way too arrogant!”

Although the challenge didn’t contain any insults, every sentence was filled with disdain and extreme provocation.

One part read: “If you don’t dare to fight, then stay hidden in a corner. After the Hundred Veins Banquet, go home in disgrace. If you ever encounter me, Zhangsun Fengye, remember to avoid me. Otherwise, I’ll make you eat dirt and lose all face.”

“If it’s not arrogant, how can it incite public anger?”

Chen Qingyuan said.

“But aren’t you just causing trouble for me?”

Zhangsun Fengye shivered at the thought of facing all the evildoers in the future.

“Are you scared?” Chen Qingyuan mocked. “If you can’t handle this, how will you protect my junior niece in the future?”

“Stop using Miss Liu as a shield every time.”

Zhangsun Fengye gritted his teeth.

“I like it,” Chen Qingyuan laughed. “Besides, you fall for it every time, so you can’t blame me.”

“If I get hurt, you’ll be fully responsible.”

Zhangsun Fengye glared at Chen Qingyuan.

“That won’t happen. I believe in you.” Chen Qingyuan patted Zhangsun Fengye’s shoulder, full of trust.

“Get lost!” Zhangsun Fengye snorted. “Knowing you is the worst luck I’ve had in eight lifetimes.”

“Hey! I remember you once said that following me was comfortable and you could make money lying down. What changed?”

Chen Qingyuan had to defend himself.

“Back then, I didn’t have to do anything and spirit stones just came in. Now I have to fight for my life. Of course, I’m not happy.”

Zhangsun Fengye grumbled while collecting all the pouches Chen Qingyuan handed over.

He might complain, but he still did what needed to be done.

Besides, Zhangsun Fengye actually wanted to test himself against the top evildoers of this era, believing it would be the best way to hone his skills.

In the following months, Zhangsun Fengye traveled to various corners, specifically seeking out the evildoers.

“Are you the Holy Son of the Qianchen Sect?”

On a raging river, Zhangsun Fengye saw a young man sitting cross-legged on the water and shouted.

The young man, dressed in purple, slowly opened his eyes. He was handsome and had an extraordinary aura. “Yes.”

Qianchen Sect was one of the thirty-six top sects in the Imperial Province.

This young man was the Holy Son of the Qianchen Sect, named Feng Chen.

“I am Zhangsun Fengye, here to challenge you!”

With that, Zhangsun Fengye threw a pouch over and then turned to leave without hesitation.

This wasn’t a good place to fight. Zhangsun Fengye had to leave before Feng Chen read the challenge. It wasn’t that he was afraid of fighting, but there was no profit in fighting here, making it a waste.

Moments later, after reading the challenge, Feng Chen’s eyes turned sharp, and the river beneath him surged, raising waves hundreds of meters high.

“Interesting.”

Feng Chen clenched the pouch, his gaze turning cold as he looked towards the ancient star of Yanchang.

A few days later, on a thousand-meter-high mountain peak.

Zhangsun Fengye stood at the summit, staring closely at a man in black.

The man in black was eight feet tall, with slightly dark skin and a stern face. He was from the Eighteen Veins of the Western Border, named Fu Dongliu.

“I’ve heard of you. What brings you here?”

Fu Dongliu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes empty, his voice cold.

“A challenge.”

Zhangsun Fengye threw a pouch and left.

Opening the pouch, Fu Dongliu found a challenge letter inside.

Curious, Fu Dongliu read the letter. As he read, he couldn’t control his emotions.

“Boom…”

The ground beneath him cracked, causing the entire mountain to tremble.

Zhangsun Fengye did this many times.

Although he knew that issuing challenges was extremely dangerous, he still did it. This was partly due to Chen Qingyuan’s guidance and partly because of his own nature.

Zhangsun Fengye’s second personality was quietly changing his main personality, craving battles and even hoping that someone among his peers could kill him.

Provoking his peers was both dangerous and thrilling, making Zhangsun Fengye enjoy it.

“This is the last one.”

Today, Zhangsun Fengye arrived in a remote corner of the starry sky and saw a white warship drifting slowly.

The warship was luxurious, with a plaque reading “Pear Blossom Palace.”

Pear Blossom Palace was a dominant force in the Southern Region, with a foundation stronger than any top sect in the Imperial Province.

Because Pear Blossom Palace had absolute control in the Southern Region, it had countless resources and could cultivate many powerful figures.

“I am Zhangsun Fengye from the Northern Wilderness, here to challenge the Heaven’s Pride of Pear Blossom Palace.”

Zhangsun Fengye, worried about being trapped, transmitted his voice from a distance.

“What audacity.”

The women of Pear Blossom Palace were immediately enraged upon hearing this.

Whoosh!

Zhangsun Fengye threw a pouch and quickly fled without looking back.

The pouch floated in the dark, cold starry sky, attracting the interest of the Heaven’s Pride from Pear Blossom Palace.

Someone tested it and found no tampering, deeming it safe. They then opened it.

Moments later, scolding voices erupted from the warship, echoing for a long time.

“Report this to the Senior Sister and let her decide.”

The women didn’t dare to act rashly and reported everything to the Holy Maiden Wang Shutong, who was in seclusion.

Wang Shutong was only doing some simple training and had told the disciples before entering the room that they could report any unsolvable trouble.

“Adjust the warship’s direction. Target—the ancient star of Yanchang.”

Wang Shutong’s expression was calm. After a moment of contemplation, she gave the order.

“Yes!”

The disciples of Pear Blossom Palace received the order and fully powered the warship.