Volume One, Chapter 33: Sending the Maid to Attend the Martial Arts Tournament in Her Place-Reencarnei como vilã, só quero ficar de boa, mas minha família é poderosa demais(Espere por mim com uma tigela de mingau.)

"Fame?" Gu Changsheng scoffed, a trace of mockery in his voice. "Is that something you can eat or drink? Why would I need such a thing?"

"..." Uncle Fu was momentarily speechless. The realm of the Progenitor was truly beyond his comprehension. In the eyes of the Progenitor, fame was likely less significant than a speck of dust. He prepared to give up and seek another way.

Beside them, Ye Qingxian’s eyes brightened slightly at the mention of the "Martial Arts Tournament" and "Sword Dao." As she tended to the garden fence every day, her heart was clear, and she had been yearning for an opportunity to test the insights she had gained.

She stepped forward, bowed gracefully to Gu Changsheng, and spoke in a voice both cold and firm: "Young Master, if this causes you trouble, I am willing to compete on your behalf. I will not tarnish your reputation."

Gu Changsheng turned his head and glanced at her. A maid taking his place in some martial arts tournament? That idea... actually didn't sound bad. He wouldn't have to leave, and it would settle the matter with Uncle Fu. It was perfect.

"Oh, that’s fine," Gu Changsheng replied casually, not giving it a second thought. "You go then. Just don’t bring me any trouble."

With that, he adjusted his pillow to a more comfortable position, closed his eyes, and muttered, "Honestly, it’s just one thing after another all day long..."

Seeing that the Young Master had "agreed," both Uncle Fu and Ye Qingxian felt a surge of joy.

*As I expected!* Uncle Fu thought to himself. *The Progenitor is testing Ye Qingxian! He isn't truly lazy; he is using this opportunity to gauge the insight of this nominal disciple. Sending her to compete is both a tempering and a stroke of fortune! Every decision the Progenitor makes holds supreme, profound meaning!*

Ye Qingxian was moved to tears. She knew the Young Master was giving her a chance to see a wider world and to verify the supreme sword principles she had grasped from the garden fence.

Only Ji Ruxue, watching Ye Qingxian’s excitement and then the nearly asleep Gu Changsheng, felt her lip twitch slightly. She couldn't shake the feeling that the truth of the matter might be... slightly different from what Uncle Fu and Ye Qingxian imagined. It seemed the Young Master was truly just trying to avoid a hassle.

The Myriad Worlds Prodigy Tournament was not held in any of the Nine Heavens or Ten Earths, but in a special dimension called the "Void God Realm." This realm was jointly opened by several eternal dynasties, its space-time stabilized by supreme power. The strength of its laws far exceeded that of ordinary worlds, capable of withstanding the aftershocks of battles between Immortal Kings. Ordinary cultivators required tokens and had to traverse ancient teleportation arrays spread across the heavens, spending vast resources and months or years to arrive.

However, for the Gu family, concepts like "distance" and "space" held little meaning. Once it was decided that Ye Qingxian would compete, Uncle Fu began preparations for their "journey."

He did not activate any teleportation arrays, nor did he tear the void. He simply walked to a corner of the courtyard where an old, dried-up well stood. He bowed toward the well and asked respectfully, "Young Master, the journey to the Void God Realm is long. Which 'path' would be most appropriate for us to take?"

This was not a genuine request for guidance, but a ritual—a sign of respect for the Progenitor's will. In his eyes, although the Progenitor appeared indifferent, his omnipresent Daoist aura had already paved the way for everything.

Lying on his recliner, Gu Changsheng was annoyed by the interruption. He didn't even open his eyes and replied dismissively, "A path? Just take whatever path is there... just find a crack and crawl through it, won't that work?"

He intended only to get Uncle Fu to leave him alone and handle it himself. But to Uncle Fu, these words were equivalent to a decree containing the supreme laws of space.

"Find a crack and crawl through..." Uncle Fu whispered, a flash of brilliance in his eyes. He understood! The Progenitor meant that there was no need to follow worldly, established "paths." Instead, one must strike out on their own, creating a "shortcut" to the source where no path existed! This was both a travel guide and a profound initiation into the Great Dao!

Uncle Fu’s gaze fell upon a bluestone slab beside the well that had cracked over the years. On the stone was a winding, inconspicuous fissure.

"This is it." Uncle Fu reached out a withered finger and tapped the crack lightly.

*Hum!*

There was no earth-shattering roar, no brilliant light. The ordinary crack in the stone seemed to come to life, extending toward the mouth of the ancient well. Then, within the deep darkness of the well, a spatial rift, perfectly aligned with the crack on the stone, opened silently. On the other side of the rift, it was no longer the dark bottom of a well, but a dazzling starry sky—the coordinates of the Void God Realm.

A "gap" that was absolutely safe, absolutely secret, and absolutely fast, "officially approved" by the Progenitor, had just been opened.

"Miss Ye, Miss Ji, please," Uncle Fu gestured.

Looking at the ordinary well and the unremarkable crack, Ye Qingxian and Ji Ruxue were once again stunned by the sheer power of the Gu family. Was this how the main branch traveled? Their words became law; they turned stone into paths. The so-called spatial barriers and dimensional shields were as fragile as window paper before a single impatient complaint from the Young Master.

The three of them stepped into the well and vanished instantly.

...

Void God Realm, Prodigy City.

The city floated in the center of the continent, forged entirely from divine metal and vast beyond measure. Within the city, celestial light swirled, and auspicious energy abounded. Prodigies of various races riding true dragons and phoenixes could be seen whistling overhead.

At the heart of the city was a massive teleportation plaza. Dozens of ancient arrays, reaching to the heavens, flickered constantly, transporting batches of contestants from across the myriad worlds. Every time an array lit up, it signaled the arrival of a powerful orthodoxy.

"Look! It’s the Nine-Dragon Divine Chariot of the Taiyi Dynasty! The team is led by their Third Prince, said to be born with nine true dragons accompanying him, possessing a natural Imperial Saint Body!"

"Over there! The Seven-Colored Phoenix Carriage of the Yaochi Holy Land! The one inside must be the Saintess of this generation; rumor has it she possesses natural Dao Eyes that can see through all illusions!"

"And the successor of the Tyrant Body Ancestral Star! My god, he crossed the void with nothing but his physical body—what a terrifying physique!"

The plaza was packed with cultivators from various realms who had come to watch. Every arrival of a top-tier prodigy sparked waves of gasps and heated discussions.

Just then, in an unremarkable corner at the edge of the plaza, beside a withered well that had appeared from nowhere, space rippled slightly. The figures of Uncle Fu, Ye Qingxian, and Ji Ruxue appeared out of thin air.

Their arrival attracted no attention, for their method of entry was simply too "shabby."

There was no divine light to clear the way, no exotic beasts pulling a carriage, and certainly no powerful guardians accompanying them. It was merely a decrepit old servant leading two maids of peerless beauty, both dressed in plain, simple cloth. More importantly, when the experts in the plaza swept their divine senses over them, they found no trace of mana fluctuations. Their auras were restrained to the extreme, making them appear as nothing more than three mortals who had wandered out of some backwater wilderness.

"Huh? How did those three get in?"

"No idea. Probably from some minor world and got lucky enough to snag a ticket."

"Heh, ants from the mortal realms daring to enter the Myriad Worlds Prodigy Tournament? They clearly don't know how to spell the word 'death'."

Finally, someone had noticed them, but the gazes that followed were, without exception, filled with disdain and contempt.