Chapter 014: Descending to the Lower Realm, Are You Biased Against the Young Lord?

“Young Lord, your plan to sow discord today was flawless, but there is one thing this old servant still does not understand.”

After leaving the damp confines of the dungeon, Elder Ming’s figure materialized from the void, a trace of confusion on his weathered face.

Gu Changge was becoming increasingly terrifying—and increasingly inscrutable.

To Elder Ming, this was a good thing. Only by becoming strong and ruthless could the Young Lord truly take control of the Family and lead it to unprecedented glory.

But he couldn’t understand the hesitation.

The Young Lord clearly wanted Ye Chen dead. Why the delay?

With Gu Changge’s current strength at the Conferred Lord Realm, he stood at the apex of his generation. Even in the vast Upper Realm, only the sole successors of Supreme Orthodoxies and Immortal Great Sects could rival him.

Here, in the backwater of the Eastern Wilderness, crushing a bug like Ye Chen should be as easy as a single slap.

Why go to such lengths to meticulously strip Ye Chen of his dignity, his connections, and his hope?

“Oh? What is it you don’t understand?”

Gu Changge replied casually, his mood visibly light.

Today had been a bountiful harvest. Not only had he driven a wedge between Ye Chen and his Master, but he had also reaped a massive amount of Destiny Points.

Harvesting this particular “leek” was becoming quite enjoyable.

The day he would finally crush Ye Chen under his heel was drawing near.

“This old servant truly doesn’t understand,” Elder Ming pressed. “Why not just kill Ye Chen directly? It would save so much trouble.”

Gu Changge smiled, but didn’t answer immediately.

Elder Ming, loyal as he was, didn’t know about the existence of “Providence” or “Luck Points.” He certainly didn’t know that Ye Chen was a “Child of Providence.”

To put it bluntly, as long as Ye Chen’s Luck Points hadn’t hit rock bottom, killing him was impossible. Even if Gu Changge suppressed him at every turn, the Heavens would find a way to let him escape and rise again.

That was the terrifying nature of those blessed by the Great Dao.

Gu Changge couldn’t explain the System to Elder Ming. Even if he did, the old man wouldn’t understand concepts like “plot armor.”

“Ye Chen will die, but not today,” Gu Changge said, his smile turning enigmatic. “I’m still waiting for him to deliver a few more Fated Chances to my doorstep.”

For his loyal protector, he offered a partial truth.

In the memories of the original host, the true reason for descending to the Lower Realm wasn’t mere “training.” It was to find a peerless, calamitous weapon that was about to emerge.

The Eight Desolate Demon Halberd.

Legend had it that this was the weapon of the Eight Desolate Demon God from the Primordial Era. It possessed boundless Killing Intent and divine might capable of slaughtering the heavens. Lost in the river of time, it had become a myth.

The original host, bearing a Devil Heart, had obtained the inheritance of a terrifying figure from the Upper Realm. That inheritance contained a clue: the Halberd was lost in this specific realm.

On the surface, Gu Changge was here to train. In reality, he was treasure hunting.

Of course, given his role as the “Villainous Cannon Fodder,” the original host was destined to find nothing.

If Gu Changge’s analysis of the plot was correct, the trajectory would have looked like this: Ye Chen, through sheer dumb luck, would stumble into an ancient ruin while fleeing for his life. At a critical moment, he would gain the Demon Halberd’s recognition, power up instantly, and return to single-handedly destroy the Taixuan Holy Land.

Meanwhile, the original Gu Changge would likely die in the crossfire or flee back to the Upper Realm in disgrace, forging a life-and-death feud with the protagonist.

Such clichés… I’m all too familiar with them.

But now, Gu Changge had “God’s Perspective.”

“So the Young Lord has already made arrangements,” Elder Ming realized, his eyes widening. His admiration deepened. Truly worthy of the Young Lord, the one born with divine wisdom.

“Keep a close eye on Ye Chen,” Gu Changge instructed, a strange glint in his eyes. “Pay attention to his movements. The Taixuan Holy Land is about to get lively.”

He had imprisoned the Son of Providence for three full days. According to the laws of Providence, a backlash—or a forced plot progression—was inevitable.

Something bad was going to happen to the Taixuan Holy Land.

But what will it be? Even Gu Changge was curious.

…

Meanwhile, back in the dungeon.

“The Spirit Gathering Pill…”

Yan Ji murmured, staring at the pill hovering before her. It was enveloped in a haze of purple qi, radiating a divine aura that seemed to calm her very soul.

Her crimson eyes couldn’t hide her shock.

She recognized it instantly.

Gu Changge’s generosity was truly extravagant.

In her prime, such a pill would have been trivial. But now? In her current state as a fading remnant soul? This was sweet rain after a ten-year drought. It was charcoal in the dead of winter.

The Spirit Gathering Pill was incredibly precious. Even in the Upper Realm, it was a treasure hard to buy with ten thousand gold. In the resource-barren Lower Realm, refining one was fundamentally impossible.

Its ability to reshape the Primordial Spirit and stabilize a fragmented soul made it a lifeline. For Yan Ji, this pill was equivalent to an extra life.

“Master… what exactly is this pill?”

Seeing Yan Ji fall into a stunned silence, Ye Chen’s expression darkened. The bad premonition in his gut screamed louder.

Is it really that precious?

Gu Changge… you vicious snake! Not only do you use clever words, but you also bribe her with treasures!

Yan Ji sighed, her expression complex. She explained the rarity and effects of the Spirit Gathering Pill to Ye Chen.

After listening, Ye Chen fell silent. His jaw was clenched so tight his teeth threatened to crack.

This pill could save her. It could spare her the agonizing pain of soul fragmentation.

“Master… are you really going to use it?”

Ye Chen’s eyes were red, his voice hoarse.

He couldn’t bear the humiliation. It felt like accepting charity—no, scraps—from his worst enemy.

But refusing it meant denying his Master salvation.

Caught between his pride and her survival. It was the ultimate torture.

Gu Changge! I will kill you! I swear I will kill you!

He roared the vow internally, his heart bleeding.

“It is, after all, Young Lord Gu’s goodwill…” Yan Ji said softly.

Then, she noticed Ye Chen’s distorted expression.

She fell silent for a long moment before sighing.

“Little Chen… tell me honestly.”

She looked him in the eye, her gaze searching.

“Do you harbor some… unreasonable prejudice against Young Lord Gu?”

The question hit Ye Chen like a thunderbolt.

He froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.

In that instant, his vision went black. It felt as if his entire world had just collapsed.