Villain System: Stealing the Protagonist's Harem and Luck

Chapter 120: The Successor of the Demonic Art, Ye Ling; What a Vicious Scheme

This night was destined to be bathed in blood.

Far away, in the vast territory of the White Tiger Clan, an event of cataclysmic fury erupted.

Countless divine islands floated above ancient forests, pulsing with vital energy. Suddenly, a roar shattered the tranquility, powerful enough to crack the stars in the sky.

“WHO DARES KILL MY SON?!”

A terrifying surge of blood energy manifested as a colossal White Tiger phantom, its mouth a lake of crimson fury. It was the Tiger Emperor, a being of unfathomable cultivation.

He had been in secluded cultivation when the news struck: Bai Lie’s soul lamp had extinguished.

Bai Lie was his most beloved son, the possessor of the purest bloodline in ten thousand years. The hope of the clan.

“Investigate! Find the murderer!” The Tiger Emperor roared, his voice shaking the realm. “I will grind their bones to dust and ensure they never enter reincarnation!”

Below, the clansmen trembled in terror. The wrath of the Tiger Emperor signaled a calamity that would drown the world in blood.

Daootian Ancient City.

Bai Lie’s protector, a Saint Realm expert, collapsed on the floor, his eyes vacant.

“The Young Master is dead… he is dead…”

He had searched all night, only to receive the devastating news from the clan. His skull felt like it had been pried open, his body freezing with fear.

He had failed. Death would be a mercy compared to the torture the White Tiger Clan would inflict on him.

“Ye Ling! It must be Ye Ling!”

Desperation fueled his deduction. All evidence pointed to him. Bai Lie had gone to confront Ye Ling. Yin Mei could testify to it.

“I must catch him! Only by capturing the murderer can I atone for my crimes!”

A Secluded Inn.

Ye Ling, disguised in black robes, sat in a dim room, his expression a mix of frustration and fear.

“Old Turtle, what is going on?” he whispered to his pendant. “Who was that man in white last night? Why did he say we would meet again?”

The memory of those deep, indifferent eyes haunted him. He felt like an ant being toyed with by a god.

“And that black-robed assassin… a God King? Why did a God King try to kill me, only to give up so easily?”

“Kid,” the Old Turtle’s voice was grave. “You’ve been dragged into a terrifying vortex. That white-robed man… his aura was wrong. Dangerous. Have you offended anyone recently?”

“Only Yue Mingkong and Ye Langtian,” Ye Ling muttered. “Could it be Gu Changge? But I’ve never met him.”

Suddenly, the noise from the street below grew louder. Ye Ling leaned toward the window to listen.

His face drained of all color.

“Bai Lie… is dead?”

“And they say… I killed him?”

Ye Ling staggered back, his mind reeling.

“Impossible! I was being chased all night! How could I kill him?!”

“It’s a setup! I’ve been framed!”

“Old Turtle, say something! You know I’m innocent!”

The Old Turtle remained silent for a long time. “It’s useless,” he finally sighed. “Someone wants you dead. Even if you prove you didn’t kill him, you’ll expose the Ancient Reincarnation Heavenly Venerate’s inheritance.”

“Either way, the White Tiger Clan won’t let you go.”

Ye Ling felt the walls closing in. He was trapped.

If he showed his face, he would be hunted. If he hid, he looked guilty. He had jumped into the Yellow River, but he would never wash himself clean.

“Vicious! What a vicious scheme!” Ye Ling gritted his teeth until they bled. “It must be that man in white!”

He quickly used a secret art to change his appearance.

“I can’t use my real name anymore. I have to run.”

Later that day.

A group of White Tiger Clan experts arrived in the city via teleportation array. They set up an altar, placing a drop of Bai Lie’s blood essence in the center.

“Find him!”

A blood-red phantom of a tiger emerged, roaring silently before darting toward the east.

The experts followed it to a desolate, weed-choked courtyard.

“The Young Master’s corpse is here!”

They smashed open the earth, revealing a cold, damp dungeon hidden beneath.

The stench of death hit them. Inside, they found a nightmare.

Dried corpses were piled high—geniuses from various sects who had gone missing recently. And in the center lay the withered husk of Bai Lie.

“His Origin… has been devoured.”

The Elder’s eyes turned red with grief and rage.

“The Forbidden Demonic Art! It has reappeared!”

“Ye Ling did this! He is the Successor of the Demonic Art!”

The news exploded like a bomb.

The Forbidden Demonic Art, a nightmare from history, had returned. Its inheritor was hunting geniuses, devouring their essences. Even the White Tiger Prince had fallen victim.

Ye Langtian added fuel to the fire, revealing “suspicious points” about Ye Ling’s sudden rise to power.

Overnight, Ye Ling became public enemy number one. The entire Upper Realm wanted his head.

Seven Days Later.

Daootian Immortal Palace.

While the outside world was in turmoil, the Daootian Immortal Palace held a grand ceremony.

The vast square was packed with disciples and representatives from major orthodoxies. The Grand Elder stood on a high platform, his expression solemn. Beside him was the Palace Master, a figure of peerless grace.

In front of them stood Gu Changge.

He wore the ceremonial robes of the Successor—feathered garments embroidered with starlight, a crown of divine jade on his head. He looked like a young emperor, noble and untouchable.

“Today, we enthrone the Successor,” the Grand Elder announced, his voice echoing through the mountains.

“True Disciple Gu Changge is hereby appointed as the Contemporary Successor of the Daootian Immortal Palace!”

“Grant the Successor’s Robes!”

An Elder stepped forward, presenting the vestments.

Gu Changge accepted them with a calm smile.

Unlike other sects, the Successor of the Daootian Immortal Palace held the position for life, until they ascended to Palace Master. This ceremony cemented his rule for at least a thousand years.

The vast sect was now his to command.

As he donned the robes, divine light bathed his form. Female disciples gazed at him with adoration, and even the Elders nodded in approval.

He was the perfect Successor.

High above the cheering crowd, Gu Changge’s smile deepened.

The world was in chaos. The Son of Providence was a hunted rat. And he, the true villain, was being hailed as the hope of the future.

Everything is proceeding exactly as planned.