Then Su Chen noticed that same fatty cultivator from earlier—the one who had acted so arrogant toward him just minutes ago.
But this time, Su Chen was genuinely a little surprised.
The fatty had already climbed fifty steps and was now standing on the fifty-first. That alone was enough to show he had some talent. Su Chen raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "So that meatball isn't just fat—he's got some leg strength too. Hmph… definitely one of those small-time villains who act tough early in the story. Classic filler boss," he muttered to himself.
As Su Chen calmly continued climbing, the situation behind him grew more chaotic.
The cultivator he had tossed off the stairs earlier—along with others who had been humiliated by Su Chen's sudden appearance—finally found their courage. One shouted first, and soon, the rest joined in like a chorus of rage.
"Who the hell is that bastard?!"
"Shameless son of a bitch! Just wait till I catch you!"
"Filthy bastard! May your cultivation stagnate forever! May your body rot!"
"Son of a bitch! Touching a woman without permission—what are you, a demonic cultivator in disguise?!"
"You arrogant piece of trash! When I catch up to you, I'll break your dog legs!"
"I swear, even your ancestors are probably regretting giving birth to your bloodline!"
"Climbing like some ghost—hope you fall and break all your meridians, you dirty bastard!"
Su Chen didn't react. Not even a twitch.
Their voices got louder, their curses nastier.
Su Chen's expression remained calm, even amused. He didn't look back.
To him, their anger was like air—meaningless, weightless.
He let out a slow sigh. "All this fuss... just because I appreciate the beauty of a fairy. Haters really do come free these days—they're just jealous of my handsomeness."
And with that, he kept moving. To him, those people weren't even worth wasting breath on. Just background noise—flies buzzing behind him as he steadily climbed toward the heavens.
The pressure increased slowly as Su Chen climbed higher, but it wasn't nearly enough to make him falter—let alone take a second step to adjust.
"Hmph… How could I be compared to these background characters?" he muttered under his breath. "If someone must compare me… at least pick someone stronger. I'm miles above Lin Yu."
With a confident smirk, he picked up speed and quickly caught up to the plump young cultivator ahead—the same arrogant fatty who had mocked him earlier.
"Hey! Master! Son of God! This lowly one has come to greet the dust beneath your divine feet!" Su Chen called out cheerfully, bowing with exaggerated respect and a bright, humble smile that almost looked sincere.
"Hey, you! Boy!" the fatty cultivator called out, squinting. "You're the one from earlier, aren't you? Hmm… looks like you do know how to choose your words."
He waved lazily, not even noticing anything off as he beckoned Su Chen over. The arrogant cultivator was sitting on one of the wide Heaven Stair columns, panting like a fish out of water. Each step was massive—wide enough to fit thousands of people side by side—so there was plenty of room.
"Come here and massage my feet. If you serve me well, maybe I'll help you ascend the Heaven Stair," he said proudly, as if just being his servant was a heavenly blessing in itself.
Su Chen walked over with both hands clasped together, bowing like a proper, respectful little servant. "Yes, yes, young master," he said with a gentle smile, eyes gleaming with mischief.
He knelt down and took hold of the man's foot, then began to press.
But the pressure wasn't light. Su Chen calmly applied more and more force—subtle at first, but soon it turned firm, deep, and downright painful.
"Aaaghhh! H-Hey! What kind of massage is this?!" the fatty cried out, his earlier smug expression twisting into one of pain. "Lighter! I said massage, not murder!"
"Heh… Son of a bitch… a burden on the earth… You fat pig! You dare to call yourself the son of god?" Su Chen sneered, his lips curling into a mocking grin as he stared at the trembling fatty in front of him. "Then I must be the Emperor of Heaven!"
"W-What do you mean…?" the fatty stammered, struggling desperately to break free from Su Chen's grip, but his face twisted in panic when he realized he couldn't move an inch. "Ufff…"
Su Chen leaned closer, his voice low and full of sarcasm. "I mean, you buffalo-sized clown, didn't you want to help me to ascend the Heaven Stairs? Don't worry—I'll help you reach the heavens… permanently."
With a swift motion, Su Chen raised his leg—and with a heavy thud, he kicked the fatty square in the chest, sending him tumbling down the stairs with a series of helpless yelps.
Boom! Thud… Thud… Thud…!
The fatty rolled down the Heaven Stairs like a giant dumpling tossed by the heavens themselves, screaming and cursing all the way.
"You bastard! You damn lunatic! Just wait—thud!—I'll remember this—thud!—my clan won't forgive you—thud!!"
Below the stairs, countless cultivators looked up and saw the familiar figure of Su Chen, once again causing chaos and tossing people around like sacks of rice.
"That guy again?!"
"He's cursing people, kicking them down, and now harassing female cultivators? Is he trying to get the heavens to smite him?!"
"The audacity! The shamelessness! It's like he's possessed by some rogue demon!"
A storm of curses erupted from the crowd.
But Su Chen?
He just smiled.
Ah… it had been a long time since he felt this free. No plotting, no danger, no desperate cultivation. Just pure, unfiltered mischief.
With a cheerful whistle, he continued climbing the Heaven Stairs—step by step—as if he were out on a stroll. On the way, he tossed a struggling cultivator off the edge with a casual flick and began making his way up with zero shame.
He passed by a female cultivator, her aura pure and elegant.
"Hey, you… fairy," he said with a cheeky grin. "How about giving this lonely soul a chance? Maybe we can ascend together—spiritually or otherwise?"
The woman glared at him, clutching her sword.
He moved on before she could swing it.
Then he pointed at a clueless young man. "You—yeah, you! You look like one of those side characters who dies just to motivate the protagonist. Watch your step!"
The man's face turned pale.
Su Chen grinned wider and pointed at another guy wearing too many protagonist accessories—handsome face, sword on his back, a fated ring glowing on his finger.
"And you—aren't you the protagonist's lapdog? Don't worry, I won't kick you… yet."
Gasps and curses erupted around him, but Su Chen just kept climbing, hands behind his head, whistling like he was on a mountain hike.
Heaven may judge, but Su Chen… simply didn't care.
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