Villain System: Stealing the Protagonist's Harem and Luck

Chapter 146: The Dragon Aotian Template; Calling You a Moron to Your Face

Just as the crowd was oscillating between envy and shock while watching Gu Changge and Yue Mingkong exchange meaningful glances, the earth groaned beneath them.

BOOM!

The mountain range below and the surrounding ruins detonated, sending a geyser of pulverized stone and ash into the sky.

“The audacity… the sheer gall!”

A roar of primal fury, laced with sub-zero killing intent, tore through the dust. A terrifying figure wreathed in golden runes shot upward like a divine arrow. Long Teng had returned. His blood and Qi were surging so violently that a visible crimson mist erupted from the crown of his head, coalescing into a vast, turbulent sea of vital energy above him.

His peak Void God Realm cultivation was on full display—domineering and absolute. Yet, despite the majestic display of power, his tattered robes and soot-stained face made for a jarring contrast.

The spectators exchanged looks of morbid amusement. Even the indigenous creatures felt a twinge of secondhand embarrassment. Changge’s opening move hadn’t just grounded the dragon; it had ground his dignity into the dirt. The cold, peerless “God” persona Long Teng had cultivated had shattered in a single second.

“Gu Changge! You dare rely on cheap ambushes? You are truly seeking death!” Long Teng hissed, his eyes burning with a frost that could freeze the sun.

He was vibrating with a rage he had never known. To be kicked like a common dog into a hole was a humiliation that could only be washed away in the blood of everyone present.

Gu Changge looked at him with an expression of mild, detached interest, as if the man screaming in front of him was a particularly loud insect. He ignored the threat entirely, his gaze wandering.

“It seems I was right,” Changge murmured to himself, his voice carrying a soft, haunting quality. “A textbook ‘Dragon Aotian’ template. What a shame. This trope is even more dated than the ‘trash-to-hero’ script. I’m almost surprised the world still produces clones like you.”

Though he spoke of surprise, his face remained a mask of perfect boredom.

Ding!

The System chimed in his mind.

Triggered Task: The Emergence of the Son of Providence, Long Teng.

Option 1: Kill Long Teng. > Reward: 3,000 Luck Points, 15,000 Destiny Points. (Bonus rewards calculated upon completion).

Option 2: Subdue Long Teng. > Reward: 3,000 Luck Points, 15,000 Destiny Points. (Bonus rewards calculated upon completion).

Gu Changge didn’t even pause. He selected the first option instantly.

Subdue him? What would he do with a brainless, arrogant lizard whose only tactic was ‘charging ahead’? It would be a waste of air. Furthermore, the lizard had dared to look at Yue Mingkong with desire—a crime for which death was a merciful sentence.

Long Teng possessed 4,000 Luck Points. Gu Changge recalled the Luck Plundering Cards sitting in his inventory, currently collecting digital dust. Each cost 5,000 Destiny Points, but against a high-value target like this, it was a sound investment. Once Long Teng was drained, the “Kill-Drop” rule would trigger, hopefully yielding something far more valuable than the boy himself.

In Changge’s eyes, Long Teng wasn’t even a “leek” to be harvested. He was a mob—a bundle of high-tier experience points. Unlike Ye Ling, who at least possessed a survival instinct, Long Teng was the type of protagonist who relied on a plot armor that Gu Changge was about to shred.

“Gu Changge! What are you babbling about?” Long Teng barked. He couldn’t understand the meta-commentary, but he could feel the dismissive, clinical weight of Changge’s gaze.

“Nothing important,” Changge replied, his voice smooth and conversational. “I was simply calling you a moron.”

The insult was delivered with such natural, calm authority that it sounded like a peer-reviewed fact.

The indigenous youth were paralyzed. To insult the Dragon Lord, and then to call him a ‘moron’ so placidly? It was a level of arrogance that surpassed even Long Teng’s.

“Is he… is he trying to make him explode from sheer anger?” someone in the crowd whispered.

Gu Xianer stood amongst the spectators, her eyes fixed on the man in white. She had expected a swift execution, but she should have known better. Gu Changge’s mouth was his most lethal weapon. He had a unique talent for finding a person’s deepest insecurity and twisting the knife until they were blind with rage. She remembered her own “liver-paining” sessions with him and felt a sudden, strange kinship with Long Teng’s frustration.

“Gu Changge… what did you just say to me?” Long Teng’s voice was a low, dangerous vibration. His face flushed a deep, angry red, and the golden runes around him began to spark.

“I told you to stand still and wait for me to kill you,” Changge said, sounding like a disappointed teacher. “Why the hurry? You really are quite disobedient.”

He stood suspended in the void, hands clasped behind his back. His moon-white robes, embroidered with patterns of starlight, shimmered with a hazy, celestial grace. To the onlooking cultivators, he looked like a god lecturing a peasant.

“Bring the gifts,” Changge commanded.

Behind him, his followers stepped forward, dragging the indigenous prisoners they had rounded up.

“Lord Long Teng! Save us!” “Master, please! We don’t want to die!”

The prisoners wailed, their cultivation suppressed and their eyes wide with the terror of the damned. They had been Long Teng’s eyes and ears, his loyal scouts.

Pfft!

Before Long Teng could even draw breath to speak, the blades fell. A thick, copper scent of blood filled the air as Changge’s followers executed the captives in a synchronized rhythm.

The massive crowds on the surrounding peaks fell into a terrified silence. This was the difference between Long Teng and Gu Changge. Long Teng was domineering; Gu Changge was a butcher who wore a scholar’s smile.

“Kill them all,” Changge added, his voice dropping to a flat, lethal temperature. “Including that Dragon Girl.”

The faint smile finally vanished. Before Long Teng could intervene—

BOOM!

Gu Changge struck.

With a flick of his sleeves, the void became a blurred, hazy mess. A terrifying, vast pressure erupted as his hand reached out. The heavens seemed to dim as if a great shroud had been pulled across the sun.

“The Sleeve Holds the Universe!” several young supremes gasped.

But this was a qualitative evolution of the Gu Family’s signature technique. In Changge’s hands, it was a force of nature.

“And his cultivation… he’s already at the Void God Realm?” “No… based on that pressure, he’s much higher.”

Long Teng’s expression twisted into a snarl. “You dare strike first? I will end your lineage today!”

He roared, a sound that split the clouds and caused the ears of lesser monks to bleed. A golden dragon claw, forged from solid light and spanning miles, materialized to meet Changge’s strike. Golden spears of runic energy formed around him, radiating an indestructible sharpness.

“No matter how you struggle, you die here!” Long Teng screamed. “Though the epochs end and heavens burn, the name of Long Teng shall remain eternal!”

“The world is a graveyard of ‘eternal’ names,” Changge replied, his voice cutting through the dragon’s roar. “You are merely the next insect I intend to crush.”

Gu Changge displayed only the Initial Void God Realm, yet he moved with the transcendent grace of a celestial monarch.

Whoosh.

He unleashed a torrent of silver light that looked like a falling galaxy. Within the brilliance, one could see the phantoms of suns and moons being snuffed out.

Long Teng met him head-on, his body a pillar of golden flame. The collision produced a light so blinding that the spectators were forced to shield their eyes.

“You think you can kill me?” Long Teng roared.

“The Great Dao is vast; you are but dust,” Changge replied, his tone reaching a peak of disdain. “Killing you is as simple as raising my hand.”

And he did exactly that.

Behind Gu Changge, a boundless, blinding radiance manifested. It was the aura of the Great Dao.

The Great Dao Bone was flaring.

A Great Dao Dharma Body condensed behind him, appearing to stand at the very center of the multiverse. Starry rivers cascaded from its shoulders. Massive, ancient planets rotated around its head, casting shadows that stretched to the edge of the universe.

“What is that…?” “Is that his innate talent?”

Gu Xianer’s breath hitched. She recognized that aura. It was the same as hers. But in Gu Changge’s hands, her former bone had reached a level of power she couldn’t even fathom. It was as if the bone had finally found its true master.

The world around Changge became his absolute domain. The Dharma Body raised a giant palm, a hand formed from the essence of the azure sky.

Pfft!

Gu Changge looked down at Long Teng with eyes that were as cold as the void. The celestial palm, wreathed in falling stars, descended.

The pressure was so immense that some cultivators in the distance fell to their knees, weeping and kowtowing as if witnessing the end of days.

“The Great Dao…” Long Teng’s arrogance finally faltered. He realized he couldn’t take this hit head-on. He tried to retreat, moving with the speed of a lightning bolt, but the palm was faster. It covered the entire sky; there was nowhere to run.

“DAMN YOU!”

Long Teng threw a desperate punch. His ancient dragon blood ignited, and his Qi pierced through the clouds.

CRACK!

A sound like a mountain shattering echoed. Long Teng’s face went from rage to absolute, bone-chilling shock. He felt as though he had punched a solid wall of the universe itself.

His arms shattered. Blood sprayed from his fractured scales. To the onlookers, it looked like an egg hitting a boulder.

“How? I possess the blood of the True Dragon!” he shrieked, his arms spasming uselessly at his sides. He had lost his primary weapons in the very first true exchange.

He felt a sudden, icy chill crawl up his spine.

“I told you to stand still,” Changge’s voice whispered in his ear, carrying a terrifying coldness. “Do you have trouble understanding basic instructions?”

The giant palm finished its descent.

THUD!

Long Teng let out a blood-curdling shriek as his arms were pulverized into meat paste. The sheer weight of the heavens pressed down on him, a force that no physical body—not even a dragon’s—could ever hope to resist.