Chapter 122
“This is somewhat interesting!” Jiang Chen’s eyes twinkled as Moyuan’s unexpected arrival piqued his interest. If everything followed the original story, it would be dull, but Moyuan’s presence added some excitement.
“Finally, the Primordial Holy Son has arrived!” Seeing Jiang Chen, the crowd ceased their quarreling and turned their attention towards him.
“Are you the Primordial Holy Son? You don’t seem to have any distinct features!” The Lu Clan Holy Son examined Jiang Chen, speaking with a hint of arrogance.
Everyone was stunned by his statement, including the Pure Yang Holy Son and Bai Chen. The Lu Clan Holy Son’s arrogance was surprising. He held himself in such high regard that he didn’t even acknowledge Jiang Chen?
“Holy Son!” Lu Yuan tried to stop the Lu Clan’s Holy Son, tugging at his sleeve.
“What’s wrong? Am I wrong?” The Lu Cla’s Holy Son frowned, somewhat dissatisfied. Jiang Chen did appear quite ordinary without any distinguishing traits.
“Hahaha, I thought such fools were extinct after Cangwu’s death! But now, another one emerges!” The Pure Yang Holy Son laughed heartily.
The current Lu Clan’s Holy Son did indeed resemble the former Cangwu. Both shared the same arrogance, dismissing everyone else as beneath them.
However, Cangwu might have been slightly wiser, as he at least knew some boundaries and realities, and whom he couldn’t offend. He might have been a bit cowardly but had some sense.
The Lu Clan Holy Son seemed like a naive fool, unable to read the situation.
“Perhaps he has stayed in the Lu Clan for too long, without interacting with the outside world, and being invincible within his clan led him to underestimate others,” Zifu pondered aloud.
“This attitude is quite common among prodigies. Most of them are extremely self-confident and disregard others. I have discussed this condition with my disciples, which we call ‘Prodigy Syndrome.’ It often requires a setback to understand one’s real position.”
“Of course, if no one can defeat them, then they are indeed invincible!”
Whether it’s Cangwu or the Lu Clan Holy Son, most of these individuals, like the majority of prodigies, grew up in environments without rivals, leading to extreme self-confidence and an unshakable belief in their invincibility.
This naturally forms the so-called ‘Prodigy Syndrome.’ Once they face a stronger opponent and suffer a major setback, their mindset and Dao heart are often affected. The resilient ones recover quickly, while those with fragile Dao hearts may never recover.
However, if truly unchallenged, they embark on a path of true invincibility, establishing an unshakable Dao heart, looking down on all, unstoppable by anyone. But such people are few and far between throughout history.
“I guess the Lu Clan Holy Son never really ventured out into the world, always staying within the Lu Clan,” Bai Chen said softly.
“He’s just a greenhouse flower, easily shattered. Once he suffers a significant blow, he’ll doubt himself,” Jin Changhe said coldly.
He had seen too many self-important prodigies like this. Many of them were utterly defeated by him, completely shattering their Dao hearts, reducing them to mere mortals.
Some, of course, became more determined as a result, and he was among them, but he mentioned the latter, not the former.
“You all!” The Lu Clan Holy Son’s heart was filled with immense anger due to the mocking and taunting of the others.
A terrifying aura erupted, like a volcano about to burst. But the next moment, an immense invisible pressure spread, causing the Lu Clan Holy Son to feel an overwhelming sense of oppression. His body and soul seemed frozen, unable to move as if in a different dimension.
“Do not be so agitated; the Supreme Palace hasn’t opened yet. It’s unwise to waste your divine power here,” Jiang Chen advised calmly, with a smile. “If you strike now, you’ll fall into their trap.”
“Being mocked is not a big deal; everyone experiences it. Just ignore them!” Jiang Che said calmly, a slight smile on his face.
His tone was soothing, like a gentle spring breeze, making everyone feel at ease. However, this left Jin Changhe with a grim expression.
Ever since his loss, that incident had become a dark spot in his life, frequently brought up by others. This infuriated Jin Changhe, who was determined regain every face he lost in the Supreme Palace.
Meanwhile, Lu Family Holy Son heart pounded as he looked at the seemingly ordinary Jiang Che before him. He couldn’t fathom how Jiang Che, with just a trace of his aura, could suppress him so thoroughly.
In Jiang Che’s presence, he felt like an ant, utterly powerless. This realization shook Lu Jia Shenzu to the core. He had prepared himself to sweep through all challenges, including Feng Qingtian and Jiang Che, proving himself as the strongest.
Yet, under Jiang Che’s immense pressure, all his dreams and ambitions crumbled. Seeing him regain his composure, Jiang Che withdrew his aura.
“What if he loses?” inquired Pure Yang Holy Son mischievously. “Wouldn’t that shatter his Dao heart?”
“Losing is nothing serious; everyone loses at times,” Jiang Che replied nonchalantly. “If that meant seeking death, Jin Changhe would have done so already. The most important thing in cultivation is a resilient Dao heart. Only those who are unyielding can reach the pinnacle.”
Jin Changhe felt numb. Why was it always him being mentioned? Why not someone else?
“Wait!” Jin Changhe suddenly realized. Pure Yang Holy Son had deliberately brought this up, knowing Jiang Che would respond this way. It was all to mock him again.
“Damn Pure Yang Holy Son!” Jin Changhe seethed with anger and regret. Losing to Pure Yang Saint Child had become a constant source of ridicule.
Had he lost to Qin Ershi instead, at least Qin Ershi’s status would have spared him this constant humiliation. Unlike Pure Yang Holy Son, Qin Ershi wouldn’t constantly remind everyone of his defeat.