Villain System: Stealing the Protagonist's Harem and Luck

Chapter 130: Truly Top-Grade Ancient Corpses; Gu Xian’er Is in Trouble

Time flowed like water. In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

In a vast, boundless region in the eastern reaches of the Immortal Ancient Continent, the earth groaned.

Boom!

A mountain range resembling a slumbering earth dragon suddenly detonated, struck by a terrifying surge of energy. High in the sky, a forbidden artifact known as the Heavenly Canopy Umbrella unfurled, raining down thousands of divine rays that reduced the peaks below to fine powder.

“Catch her! Don’t let her escape!”

A horde of Sea Clan warriors surged through the dust, their war cries echoing through the valley. From the chaos, a slender figure shot forth like a streak of light. Gu Xian’er transformed into a divine rainbow, her speed hitting a sudden, explosive peak as she activated a secret movement technique.

“These people are like ghosts,” Gu Xian’er muttered, her brow furrowed with exhaustion. “How deep does the Sea King Palace’s reach actually go?”

She glanced back and summoned a black longsword. Runes swirled around the blade as she unleashed a boundless wave of sword energy, cleaving through the air to annihilate the nearest squad of pursuers.

This was the third wave today. For days, she had been hounded without respite. If her instincts hadn’t been honed to a razor’s edge, that forbidden umbrella would have crushed her bones into the dirt.

“That girl in green is still running…”

“How tragic! To offend the Sea Clan in this region means no one will dare lift a finger to help her.”

“I heard she’s a Gu, a relative of the Young Master of the Immortal Gu Family. I wonder if the rumors are true?”

“Even if they are, they say she and Gu Changge are at each other’s throats. What a waste of a peerless beauty…”

Nearby cultivators watched from a safe distance, their faces filled with shock and pity. Even the disciples of the Daootian Immortal Palace, who recognized her, kept their heads down. The Sea King Palace was a titan of the deep, and their Seventh Princess had put a staggering bounty on her head—divine arts, magical artifacts, and a personal favor.

For many, the reward was worth the risk, but the “Gu” surname acted as a powerful deterrent. Most chose to simply watch the drama unfold.

“Damn it, there’s no end to them…”

Gu Xian’er’s face was a mask of frost. She had barely caught her breath after shaking one group when the void ahead trembled. Another forbidden artifact detonated, the shockwave hitting her squarely in the chest. Her qi and blood churned, and a sweet, metallic taste rose in her throat.

She was injured. Despite her incredible physique, the sheer attrition of the hunt was breaking her down.

It’s all Gu Changge’s fault, she thought, her eyes flashing with a mix of fury and hidden grievance. If he hadn’t put me in such a foul mood, I wouldn’t have killed that blue-haired idiot in the first place.

In her mind, everything—from the initial conflict to her current exhaustion—was a debt to be settled with Gu Changge. Didn’t he say only he was allowed to bully me? Then where is he now while these bottom-feeders chase me across half the continent?

She knew she was being irrational. She knew Gu Changge likely didn’t care if she lived or died. In fact, her death would mean one less person seeking vengeance against him. He was probably celebrating her demise.

“Gu Xian’er, what are you even hoping for?” she whispered to herself, shaking her head to clear the distracting thoughts.

Behind her, a pair of brilliant, runic wings sprouted from her back. She accelerated, her Masters’ secret techniques keeping her one step ahead of death, but the sense of isolation in her heart only grew heavier.

“So, this is a settlement of the indigenous people?”

While Gu Xian’er fled for her life, Gu Changge stood atop a purple peak, looking down into a mist-shrouded valley. The valley was an ancient fortress, protected by towering mountains that exhaled a constant, hazy violet qi. Within were grand palaces, sprawling ruins, and the bustling life of a forgotten era.

“Sir… this is our home,” the indigenous creatures whispered, kneeling before him in a state of absolute terror. They had tried to lead him into a trap, hoping the tribe’s experts would save them. They were even now trying to signal the city with secret techniques.

Gu Changge glanced at them, his eyes indifferent.

Pfft.

Three puffs of blood mist erupted. Their bodies simply disintegrated, unable to withstand the sheer Pressure of his gaze. Gu Changge didn’t care if they were planning something or not; they had served their purpose.

“Wait for me here,” he commanded his followers. Before they could respond, his figure blurred and he vanished into the folds of the void.

Traveling through the spatial dimensions, Gu Changge ignored the powerful auras of the city’s living residents. He sensed God Kings and even a few Saint Realm experts cultivating in the deeper palaces.

“I could kill a Saint if I ambushed them,” he mused, “but the ancestral tombs are a much more efficient use of my time.”

He activated a Divine Concealment Rune, his aura vanishing completely. He was looking for the “source essence” of the ancestors. Based on the strength of the current tribe, the dead buried beneath them were likely at least at the Quasi-Supreme level.

If the essence was rich enough, he could break through to the God King Realm in a single sitting. Reaching the Quasi-Saint Realm wasn’t out of the question either. Wealth, after all, favored the bold—though for him, there was very little danger involved.

Half a quarter-hour later, he found it. A massive tomb entrance carved with characters tens of millions of years old. Two Quasi-Saint guardians—creatures with purple faces and centipede-like carapaces—stood watch over the array-guarded cave.

“The source essence in these Immortal Ancient tombs is nourished by the land’s spiritual qi. It should be several times more potent than the ancient corpses found in the outside world,” Gu Changge noted. “If they find their graves plundered… well, Ye Ling, I hope you’re ready to bear this blame too.”

Gu Changge stepped out of the void. The Eight Desolate Demon Halberd appeared in his hand, wreathed in a terrifying demonic aura. He swung it with the force of a collapsing universe.

Pfft!

One guardian was impaled instantly, its hard scales offering as much resistance as wet paper.

“Who—?!” The second guardian gasped, but Gu Changge didn’t give it time to surge its power. A second black flash severed its arm, and the Quasi-Saint Pressure was snuffed out before it could even peak.

With the guardians neutralized, Gu Changge bypassed the arrays and entered the tomb.

An ancient, decaying aura hit him like a physical weight. He swept his halberd, shattering the lids of the coffins. Thuds echoed through the chamber as corpses tumbled onto the floor.

“A fine harvest,” he remarked, a playful smile on his lips.

These were “top-grade” corpses. Emperors of lost dynasties, shriveled monks with skin like cast gold, and ancient beauties in tattered divine silk. Their weakest members had been Great Saints in life.

Gu Changge sat cross-legged. Behind him, a void gate opened, and a pitch-black Great Dao treasure vase materialized. Thousands of black runes transformed into rules of order, and the corpses began to float.

Strands of radiant green light—the pure source essence—were siphoned out like liquid starlight. Gu Changge began to refine it all, his cells opening up like hungry vortices as his aura began to climb toward the heavens.

Three days later.

In a vast mountain range, Gu Xian’er stood her ground, her face pale and blood-streaked.

A thick, artificial white mist had rolled in, blanketing tens of thousands of miles. Within the fog, runes sparked and array patterns hummed with a suffocating power. The Sea Clan had finished their encirclement.

Massive Sea Clan beasts, large as islands, loomed in the mist. The Seventh Princess had spared no expense. Every death Gu Xian’er had dealt her followers over the last few days only added fuel to the fire. Now, the Sea Clan Grand Array was active, turning the mountains into a simulated ocean.

The spectacle had drawn countless cultivators to the edge of the mist.

“The Seventh Princess is ruthless. She’s used the Grand Array; even a True God wouldn’t be able to escape this.”

“But she killed the woman’s brother. Enmity like that is only settled in blood.”

“I heard the Unrivaled Celestial Dynasty’s Crown Prince tried to help, but he was intercepted by another young supreme. They’re locked in battle.”

Suddenly, a thunderous roar split the sky. The sound of thousands of charging hooves shook the heavens, accompanied by the clatter of golden weapons.

A golden warhorse galloped through the air, its hooves trailing streaks of golden flame. Seated upon it was a blue-haired woman in resplendent golden armor, a spear held firmly in her hand. Her expression was one of cold, absolute disdain.

“Little girl,” the Seventh Princess sneered, looking down at the wounded Gu Xian’er. “Where will you run today?”

The surrounding Sea Clan warriors dropped to their knees. “We welcome the Seventh Princess!”

The onlookers gasped. “Her aura… she’s already at the peak of the Conferred King Realm! No wonder she acts with such impunity. She has the makings of an invincible monarch!”

Gu Xian’er looked up at the golden figure, her grip on her sword tightening. She was trapped, injured, and alone.