Villain System: Stealing the Protagonist's Harem and Luck

Chapter 88: Nothing Good Comes from Unwarranted Kindness (They Just Crave Your Body)

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Yan Ji returned from her reconnaissance mission, bringing news that confirmed Gu Changge’s suspicions.

Gu Xianer had indeed been in the Land of Abandoned Immortals.

“The bone-digging trope, a mysterious village, and an ancient Peach Tree…” Gu Changge tapped his finger on the armrest. “As a transmigrator, this setup is all too familiar.”

Gu Xianer definitely had a powerful backer.

Yan Ji reported that Peach Village was shrouded in chaotic mist and harbored several terrifying auras. This meant the village wasn’t just home to a tree spirit; it likely housed a group of secluded experts.

“In standard web novel terms,” Gu Changge mused, “the Land of Abandoned Immortals is the ‘Starter Village.’ My dear cousin probably has several crippled but god-like masters teaching her.”

“It’s a textbook protagonist template.”

However, he wasn’t worried. Gu Xianer was still just a little girl. He had plenty of ways to deal with her.

Knowing her location, Gu Changge decided to move. It was time to return to the Daootian Immortal Palace.

Though he was now the Young Lord of the Gu Family, his father was in his prime, so there wasn’t much for him to do at home. The Immortal Palace, with its complex factions and ancient secrets, was a better stage for his plans.

…

Upper Realm, Inner Domain. Immeasurable Heaven.

This was the heart of the Upper Realm, a place where Immemorial Immortal Clans, Supreme Orthodoxies, and Immortal Sects converged.

The Daootian Immortal Palace stood here as a titan among giants. Its history was ancient and mysterious, rumored to hold the secrets of True Immortals and the path to ascension.

Countless geniuses flocked here to learn.

At the foot of the sect’s mountain gate lay the Daootian Ancient City. It wasn’t a single city but a sprawling megalopolis formed by dozens of smaller cities merging together. It had no walls—because who would dare attack the doorstep of an Immortal Sect?

The streets were bustling with cultivators of every race—winged beings, horned giants, silver-blooded nobles.

Gu Xianer walked through the market, a large red bird perched on her shoulder.

She wore a simple green dress, looking slender and heroic. But her brow was furrowed tight.

She had traveled far, crossing from the Outer Domain to this prosperous center. Along the way, she had defeated numerous so-called “geniuses,” but none had forced her to use her full strength.

Now, she was finally here. And she was… overwhelmed.

“Daootian Immortal Palace’s ‘Top Ten Beauties’ portrait! Only 100 Spirit Stones!”

“Lost technique of the Ancient Fire God! Going cheap!”

“Quasi-Saint Medicine! 80,000 years old! Bidding starts now!”

The shouts of hawkers filled the air. Treasures she had only read about were being sold like cabbages.

Gu Xianer’s inner miser was screaming.

She wanted to buy everything. But she was poor. Very poor.

Her Masters in Peach Village had given her powerful artifacts, but they hadn’t given her money. She had barely scraped together travel expenses by knocking out and looting bandits along the way.

“Are these real?” she muttered, eyeing a glowing herb. “Under the Immortal Palace, surely they wouldn’t sell fakes?”

The red bird on her shoulder rolled its eyes. She’s usually smart, but put a treasure in front of her and her IQ drops to zero.

“Miss,” her old servant Uncle Fu whispered, looking pained. “We should go find the Great Elder first.”

He felt guilty for his inability to provide for her. A young miss of her status shouldn’t have to look at street stalls with such longing.

“Mn. You’re right, Uncle Fu,” Gu Xianer sighed, pulling herself together. “Let’s go.”

Just then, a commotion broke out ahead.

A group of arrogant men pushed through the crowd, clearing a path for a handsome young man in golden robes. He held a folding fan and walked with a swagger. Golden horns grew from his head—a sign of the Golden Horn Clan, an Immemorial Race.

His name was Jin Yu, the younger brother of a True Disciple.

His eyes landed on Gu Xianer, and he stopped.

“Divine bones, immortal grace… what a beauty,” he murmured, his eyes burning with greed. He used a pupil technique to scan her. “Incredible talent. And… she looks poor.”

A peerless beauty with no background? That was prey.

Jin Yu stepped forward, putting on a charming smile. “Greetings, young lady. I am Jin Yu. I saw you admiring these treasures. Perhaps I could…”

Gu Xianer’s expression instantly turned cold.

“No need,” she interrupted flatly. “I don’t like them. Don’t trouble yourself.”

She recognized the look in his eyes.

Nothing good comes from unwarranted kindness. They just crave your body.

Her Third Master had drilled that lesson into her head.

Jin Yu’s smile froze. He felt awkward, then angry. He was offering her a favor, and she dared to refuse?

“Little girl,” he sneered, dropping the act. “Do you know who I am?”

The crowd whispered in fear. Jin Yu was a tyrant here, backed by his brother and the Golden Horn Clan.

“I don’t care who you are,” Gu Xianer said, her brows knitting. “Get out of my way.”

She wasn’t afraid of him. She just wanted to keep a low profile to avoid Gu Changge’s notice.

“Heh. Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit,” Jin Yu laughed coldly. “Capture her!”

His servants moved forward.

Gu Xianer’s eyes sharpened. Golden runes began to condense in her palm. If he wanted a fight, she would give him one.

ROAR!

Suddenly, a terrifying dragon cry shook the heavens.

The entire city froze.

Nine massive Azure Dragons descended from the sky, their bodies like mountain ranges, blocking out the sun. They pulled a magnificent white jade carriage that radiated supreme luxury.

Driving the carriage was a black-robed old man—a God King.

On the side of the carriage, a single character was engraved in gold:

GU

Gu Xianer’s expression changed slightly, her heart tightening.

The cultivators at the mountain gate turned pale, their voices trembling.

“That… that carriage…”

“The Young Lord has returned?!”