Villain System: Stealing the Protagonist's Harem and Luck

Chapter 127: Another Treasure-Seeking Mouse; So Many Fated Chances in the Immortal Ancient Continent

In the blink of an eye, three days vanished.

Deep within the Daootian Immortal Palace, a sea of cultivators surged. High above, immortal mists churned as a kaleidoscope of dazzling Magical Artifacts streaked through the clouds. Prodigies arrived on a menagerie of mounts: scaled beasts resembling massive black oxen, and Peng birds wreathed in crackling lightning, their wings spanning the horizon.

Giant flying boats and ancient warships hung suspended in the air, each carrying the elite youth of various Sects and factions. Every qualified cultivator in Immeasurable Heaven had converged upon this single point.

“Once you pass through, life and death are no longer our concern,” a boisterous voice boomed across the sky. An Elder stood suspended in the firmament, his aura vast. “The older generation among the indigenous inhabitants will not interfere. Beyond that, there are no rules. Your Fated Chance is yours to take—if you have the strength to hold it.”

Every eye was fixed on the massive rift ahead. Through the tearing space, one could glimpse a primordial landscape of ancient, majestic mountains. Some peaks were a rugged bluish-brown, while others shimmered with a five-colored celestial hue.

Further within, ripples of immortal light rose and fell, runes flickered like dying stars, and the very patterns of the Great Dao crisscrossed the sky. This was a sanctuary of providence, a treasure land unseen for a million years.

The Elders of the Daootian Immortal Palace stood watch alongside the powerhouses of other Great Sects. Among them stood a man with mountains and rivers embroidered on his silk sleeves, another wearing a purple-gold crown like an ancient sovereign, and a beautiful woman in cloud-patterned robes. They were here to ensure that as the gates opened, nothing from the inside attempted to crawl out.

“The Sikong family’s divinations were flawless,” the man with the embroidered sleeves remarked. “The Immortal Fate is indeed centering here.”

The woman in the cloud-patterned robes smiled with pride. “Naturally. Our Sikong family’s Heavenly Divination Divine Art can peer through Yin and Yang. Pinpointing a bit of Immortal Fate is child’s play.”

“The crowd is a mixed bag,” the sovereign noted gravely. “And with the Demonic Art inheritor on the loose, the younger generation must be wary. We cannot allow them to fall victim to his shadow.”

As the Elders conferred, the young supremes began to arrive. Peng Fei of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan appeared like a statue cast in solid gold. Ye Langtian of the Ancient Ye Clan stood like a young emperor, while the mysterious Wang Wushuang of the Eternal Life Wang Family loomed in the distance. When their gazes met, it was like the clash of heavenly blades; the air hummed and sparked with the sheer intensity of their friction.

Swoosh!

A group of feathered mounts, resembling the Vermilion Bird, streaked across the sky. Leading them was a petite girl with snow-white skin and features of cold, exquisite arrogance—Chi Ling.

Trailing in her retinue was Ye Ling, his features disguised and his aura masked. He stared at the sprawling peaks of the Daootian Immortal Palace with inward awe. He had managed to infiltrate the group with Chi Ling’s help, his identity hidden from the world.

The Daootian Immortal Palace is a true hegemon, Ye Ling mused, his heart racing. According to the Old Turtle, the Ancient Heavenly Venerate of Reincarnation left a specific Fated Chance for me inside. Once I have it, my cultivation will soar. I’ll clear my name and tear Gu Changge’s mask off personally.

Suddenly, several terrifying divine rainbows pierced the sky from the east. A group of prodigies arrived, led by a man of transcendent grace. He wore a star-patterned crown and white robes with wide sleeves that fluttered like wings. His aura was calm, yet his blood and Qi fluctuations were so immense they warped the light around him.

“Gu Changge…”

Ye Ling’s pupils contracted. A flicker of raw hatred ignited in his eyes before he forcefully buried it. He had never met the man, but he recognized him instantly—the man who had likely framed him and turned him into a pariah. Seeing Chi Ling smile and greet him only made Ye Ling’s jaw tighten.

“Brother Changge,” Chi Ling called out, cupping her hands. “I hope you’ll look after me during this journey.”

Gu Changge stood atop a peak, offering a faint, elegant smile. “Miss Chi Ling, you are too polite.”

Behind him stood the True Disciples of the Palace, including Yin Mei and Jin Zhou, all of whom had reached the Conferred King Realm. Changge’s gaze swept over Chi Ling’s retinue, pausing for a fraction of a second on the “handsome” young man hidden among them. His smile took on a meaningful edge.

He knew exactly who was under that mask. The system didn’t care about disguises; Ye Ling’s massive Providence of 5,000 Luck Points shone like a beacon in the night.

5,000 points… quite a harvest, Changge thought, though his expression remained unreadable. He had no intention of exposing the boy yet. After all, every good villain needs a “treasure-seeking mouse.” Just as his previous victim had led him to the heart of the Tianyuan Ancient Secret Realm, Ye Ling would now serve as his unwitting guide to the treasures of the ancients.

Ye Ling felt the weight of that gaze and shivered. Did he see through me? No… he just looked past. But I have to warn Chi Ling. She’s being played by a monster.

He also noticed Yin Mei standing behind Changge, her face pale and haggard. She’s grieving for Bai Lie, Ye Ling thought with a pang of pity. She has no idea that the man she’s following is the one who killed her fiancé. I have to find a way to tell her the truth.

Boom!

A violent explosion of divine light erupted at the rift. The spatial barrier shattered, and the path was open.

“The Immortal Ancient Continent is open!” an Elder’s voice thundered.

The young supremes didn’t wait. Yue Mingkong, standing proudly with the forces of the Unrivaled Celestial Dynasty, cast a cold, lingering look at Gu Changge before turning away. She had no intention of traveling with him; she knew the locations of several Fated Chances and had no desire to see him snatch them away.

Gu Changge caught her eye and smiled. He knew her game. Let her go. I only care about the Immortal Spirit and the Reincarnation inheritance. He turned his gaze toward the east one last time. There stood Gu Xianer, isolated and cold as a glacier, a large red bird perched on her shoulder. She looked like a lonely iceberg in a sea of fire.

Her Luck Points have spiked again, Changge noted. She has her own destiny to fulfill here. I’ll let her be for now. Ye Ling is the primary target.

He sent a secret voice transmission to Yin Mei, giving her specific instructions. If he wanted to track the mouse, he needed his cat in place.

Boom!

Gu Changge led the Daootian Immortal Palace disciples into the rift. Gu Xianer followed shortly after, choosing a solitary path to avoid the brother she both hated and longed to surpass.

As she crossed the barrier, the world spun. When she finally landed, she found herself in a pristine mountain range. The air was so saturated with Spiritual Qi that it had liquefied into shimmering puddles among the rocks. Ancient trees towered overhead, and the faint sound of dragon roars echoed through the mist.

“It’s exactly like the texts,” Gu Xianer whispered, her cold eyes sparkling with rare excitement. “A land of pure providence.”

The red bird on her shoulder let out a cynical squawk. Gu Xianer’s “money-grubbing” instincts were clearly flaring up. To her, this wasn’t just a trial—it was a gold mine that would give her the power to finally stand equal to Gu Changge.