The Underwear King’s Name Resounds – Chapter 83: Someone Not to Be Offended

Qi Liantian had truly been terrified out of his wits by Luo Xingchen. He even felt that it was useless to avoid stepping into the territory of the Supreme Qi-Gathering Sect. As long as he remained in the Northern Xuan Continent—no!—as long as he stayed on the Nine Provinces, there was always a chance he would encounter that dreadful figure, Luo Xingchen, again. The only solution was to seclude himself in cultivation and ascend as soon as possible! Only by ascending to the Immortal Realm could he truly escape Luo Xingchen’s grasp.

Thus, after delegating the affairs of the sect to the remaining elders, Qi Liantian immediately shut himself away in isolation. Unfortunately, he was still young and naive. He had no idea that the Immortal Realm had become Luo Xingchen's holiday destination, and that Luo Xingchen visited it every month.

Nevertheless, when this news spread, it caused quite a stir across the Northern Xuan Continent. Many had heard about the Hidden Night Sanctuary submitting to the Supreme Qi-Gathering Sect and even offering compensation. But they never expected the shadow the Supreme Qi-Gathering Sect had cast over Qi Liantian, the Sanctuary Lord, was so immense. They were shocked to learn he had been frightened into seclusion.

For a time, all forces within and beyond the Northern Xuan Continent were forced to reassess the Supreme Qi-Gathering Sect. This colossal dragon, which had lain dormant for nearly a hundred thousand years—only now did they realize, it was as though they were hearing of it for the very first time.

…

Another dull, unremarkable day passed. Night fell. Near midnight, Luo Xingchen sat at the bedside, rubbing his hands together, and summoned the system panel.

“Damn system, give me something good tonight!”

Luo Xingchen felt that since its upgrade, the system seemed to have developed a masochistic streak. The more viciously he cursed it, the more it seemed to enjoy it—and the better the rewards it offered. Therefore, before each lottery draw, he had to give it a thorough scolding. That way, his chances of winning something worthwhile increased. Of course, this might just be wishful thinking on Luo Xingchen’s part.

Midnight arrived. The lottery began!

“Draw, draw, draw! Give me something!”

“Congratulations, host, you have received foul-smelling air!”

Luo Xingchen: “???”

What the hell was this?!

Before, he'd received plain air; now, it was foul-smelling air?! What kind of twisted joke was this?

Crucially, Luo Xingchen could actually see this new item in his inventory. Previously, when he'd drawn air, there was nothing at all. Now, there was a distinct item: foul-smelling air.

Driven by curiosity, Luo Xingchen retrieved the foul-smelling air from his inventory. The moment he did, an indescribable stench filled the room. Even with his current level of cultivation, Luo Xingchen could not endure the odor. He almost retched.

System, you truly are a bastard! May you die like a dog!

Luo Xingchen cursed loudly and fled the room. He could not take it; he truly could not.

What made him want to kill the system was that, even after some time had passed and he returned, the stench lingered. He opened the window, turned on the air purifier—nothing helped. The smell remained as strong as ever.

The room was uninhabitable. Luo Xingchen moved to another room to sleep.

…

The stench persisted until the afternoon of the next day before finally fading. But if one sniffed deeply, a faint trace of it still remained. It truly was an enduring stench.

Luo Xingchen couldn’t help but curse the idiotic system once again in his heart.

By evening, the smell had completely disappeared; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t detect it anymore. Luo Xingchen finally felt somewhat better. Yet, upon entering the room, he still felt an odd sense of discomfort.

“Little Bu Liu.”

Luo Xingchen summoned Little Bu Liu.

“Clean this room thoroughly, inside and out; replace everything you can.”

“Yes, Master!”

Little Bu Liu commanded the robots to start cleaning.

Luo Xingchen went to another room and lay on the bed. He wasn’t interested in the storyline, nor in seeing how powerful the protagonist was; he was there to learn the protagonist’s ways of showing off. He would surely find them useful in the future.

Time slipped by.

Midnight approached once again.

It was time for the lottery.

“Lottery, confirm draw, start now!”

Luo Xingchen didn’t bother with any further nonsense and initiated another draw.

“Congratulations, host, you have received foul-smelling air!”

The exact same system notification echoed in Luo Xingchen’s mind as the night before.

He froze.

He saw, once again, a colored mass of gas appear in his inventory.

“System, damn you! @#￥%……&*!!!”

Having learned from last time, Luo Xingchen didn’t take the foul-smelling air out of his inventory. He’d already experienced it, but there were plenty of others in the world who hadn’t. He decided to save it. When the opportunity arose, he’d let others have a taste.

Luo Xingchen made a thoroughly unkind decision. After all, such suffering shouldn’t be his alone.

Another sleepless night.

Unable to sleep, Luo Xingchen stayed up, continuing to study the art of showing off.

…

Qingyun Empire, Capital.

The Imperial Palace.

It wasn’t time for court, but Ye Tianyang, dressed in imperial robes, sat on the dragon throne. Beside him stood Li Minghao.

After several days as emperor, Ye Tianyang was thoroughly enjoying himself. He was utterly obsessed with his position—not just in name, but in physical reality. The dragon throne beneath him was so beloved that he could hardly bear to part with it, whether by hand or by seat. Not only during court, but at all hours, he insisted on sitting there, occasionally touching here or scratching there. He was utterly infatuated with this feeling, even wishing he could sleep on the throne.

“The feeling of ruling a nation is just so good,” Ye Tianyang said, grinning from ear to ear.

He then turned to Li Minghao.

“Minghao, do you think Ye Mingyue is a fool? To give up the throne for some worthless reputation—what was she thinking?”

“She claims she’ll return in three years, rally the people, and throw me off the throne so she can take my place… Ha! Ridiculous!”

“With you by my side, Minghao, it doesn’t matter if it’s three years, thirty years, or three hundred years—she’ll never succeed!”

“From the moment I sat on this throne, it became mine for good!”

“Your Majesty, do not become complacent,” Li Minghao replied as usual. “Though you have ascended to the throne, Ye Mingyue’s reputation among the people remains extremely high. Thus, in these three years, you must not only cultivate diligently and increase your power, but also govern the nation wisely. Only with a prosperous realm will your position be truly secure.”

Ye Tianyang nodded, though his tone remained casual. “Don’t worry. With the two of us working together, the Qingyun Empire’s fortunes will surely flourish. Soon, the hearts of the people will be mine!”

Ye Tianyang was possessed by a mysterious confidence.

Seeing his manner, Li Minghao said nothing, his gaze sinking, lost in thought.

Just then, a eunuch arrived to report.

“Your Majesty, in the past two days, many unidentified cultivators have appeared in the capital. Their strengths vary, and there have even been some skirmishes. Guards sent to intervene have been injured.”

Ye Tianyang immediately flew into a rage.

“Outrageous! Investigate! Quickly, find out who these cultivators are! How dare they cause trouble on my—on Our territory? Are they tired of living?”

“Wait a moment!” Li Minghao stopped the eunuch.

Under Ye Tianyang’s and the eunuch’s puzzled gazes, Li Minghao asked, “What are their cultivation levels? Do you know their purpose in entering the city?”

The eunuch replied swiftly, “Their strengths range widely; the strongest are said to be at the Upper Third Realm, the weakest at the Lower Third Realm—some are Qi Refiners, some Spirit Gatherers. As for their purpose… reports say they’ve all gathered at a certain shop that sells underwear.”

“The fights broke out because they were competing to buy that underwear.”

At the mention of the underwear shop, Li Minghao and Ye Tianyang exchanged glances.

Ye Tianyang sighed deeply.

That was Luo Xingchen’s shop. Backed by the Supreme Qi-Gathering Sect—but not just them, the Fragrant Pavilion as well. And lately, thanks to the Hidden Night Sanctuary’s submission, the Supreme Qi-Gathering Sect was at the height of its power. No one dared offend them.

Least of all Qingyun Empire, which was already dependent on the Supreme Qi-Gathering Sect.

After a long sigh, Ye Tianyang spoke.

“Let it be. If they’re just buying underwear, leave it alone. As long as they don’t go too far, let it pass. Send word.”

“The Supreme Qi-Gathering Sect… our little Qingyun Empire cannot afford to offend them.”

The eunuch said nothing more; he too knew the Supreme Qi-Gathering Sect’s reputation.

After the eunuch left, Ye Tianyang could not help but sigh again.

“I never expected—truly never expected—that even as emperor, I’d have to swallow my pride like this.”

Ye Tianyang was deeply dissatisfied, confiding in Li Minghao.

“I’d barely enjoyed my new position, and now this mess arises. Isn’t the emperor supposed to be the supreme ruler? Why must I still bow to others?”

Li Minghao looked around, then spoke seriously. “Your Majesty, be cautious with your words, especially regarding a sect like the Supreme Qi-Gathering Sect. One misstep could mean disaster.”

Ye Tianyang slumped on the dragon throne, muttering, “I know, but I’m not resigned. Why should I, as emperor, not be free to do as I please? Is it simply because this world is ruled by the strong?”

“Exactly. Here, the strong reign supreme,” Li Minghao replied solemnly. “Without strength, no matter your status, before powerful cultivators, you are nothing but an ant.”