Villain System: Stealing the Protagonist's Harem and Luck

Chapter 150: Not Planning to Be an Anonymous Hero; Speak Up So I Can Hear Too

Deep within the Immortal Ancient Continent, amidst a vast, primordial mountain range, majestic divine peaks stood like jagged teeth against the sky. Endless mists swirled around their summits, shot through with flickering immortal light and soaring divine rays. Powerful fluctuations of blood and Qi occasionally rippled through the air, causing the very earth to groan and tremble.

The atmosphere here was one of profound mourning and simmering rage.

“Young Master Long Teng has been slain!” “His body… we couldn’t even retrieve his remains!”

A group of dragon-blooded beings knelt prostrate before an ancient, sprawling palace. Their faces were ashen, and their very souls seemed to vibrate with fear. This was a catastrophe that had sent shockwaves through the entire Immortal Ancient Dragon Race.

Long Teng had been more than a leader; he was the embodiment of their generation’s hope. Many clan elders had truly believed he possessed the potential of a True Dragon, destined to seize the Mandate of Heaven and rule the cosmos. To have such a pillar of their future cut down was unthinkable.

What made the Dragon Race truly helpless was the identity of the killer. The boy was the Young Master of a Longevity Family and the Successor of an Immortal Great Sect. If they crossed the line and attacked him directly, they wouldn’t just be facing one Sect—they would be declaring war on the entire outside world. The Immortal Ancient Continent would be burned to the ground.

“We must endure this, whether we wish to or not!” a terrifying old man with majestic dragon horns growled inside the palace, his voice thick with suppressed grief. “Long Teng’s skill was inferior. He fell in fair combat among peers. Our clan has no grounds for grievance.”

He paused, his eyes narrowing. “However… we must have his corpse back. This is our final concession. To let our Imperial scion’s body rot in the hands of an outsider is a shame the Dragon Race cannot bear. His spirit will never find rest.”

More importantly, the drop of True Dragon Blood within Long Teng was irreplaceable. If they could retrieve it, they could potentially forge another inheritor.

“Third Elder, what if the Gu Young Master refuses?” someone asked tentatively.

“He will return it,” the Elder replied, his voice dropping to a glacial temperature. “And if he doesn’t, I will invoke the Dragon Emperor’s Decree to unite the remnant races. We will conduct a thorough ‘cleansing’ of every outside cultivator on this continent.”

He didn’t believe Changge could withstand such pressure. Under the Dragon Emperor’s Decree, every indigenous tribe would be bound to their command. As long as the older generation didn’t step in, the outside orthodoxies would have no excuse to interfere. Even a man as domineering as Gu Changge would have to bow before the collective might of the continent’s youth.

Meanwhile, across the ruins and ridges, streaks of light cut through the sky. Cultivators and indigenous creatures alike scrambled to get out of the way as the procession passed, their faces pale with apprehension.

No one failed to recognize the man at the lead. He had just executed Long Teng, the “invincible” vanguard of the Remnant Races. Gu Changge’s name was now a synonym for “Young Taboo.”

“That is him… the Young Taboo,” a young prodigy whispered to his juniors on a nearby peak. “If you see him, you run. You don’t look back, and you don’t stop until you’re a hundred miles away.”

“But Senior Brother, why?” a naive girl asked, watching the “immortal-like” figure in the distance. “He defeated the dragon who was hunting us. Isn’t he a hero?”

“Don’t let that face fool you,” the Senior hissed. “The number of young supremes who have died by his hand would fill a graveyard. He’s not a savior; he’s a force of nature that just happened to be headed in our direction.”

Changge’s followers were everywhere. Wherever a divine light signaled a rare treasure, they appeared. Gu Changge didn’t even need to show his face; his retinue alone was enough to stop any conflict. Those who dared to challenge them were simply erased. It was banditry on a continental scale, yet no one dared to raise their voice.

Gu Changge, however, was focused on a different prize. He was currently pursuing a specific target. He didn’t know the Dragon Race was already plotting against him, but had he known, he would have likely laughed. He was already eyeing them as his primary target for the “Immortal Spirit” era.

“That shadow has been watching me for days,” Changge mused, his eyes narrowing into thin slits. “To be chased this long and still not show their face… they have decent patience.”

This person was the sole witness to him giving Long Teng’s body to Yue Mingkong. Since that body contained the True Dragon Blood, it was a liability. Changge didn’t know if the Dragon Race knew about the blood, but he assumed they would eventually come looking for the corpse.

If they found out the body was with Mingkong, she would be dragged into the center of a storm she didn’t need. Changge had no intention of letting his fiancé pay for his kills. Despite her occasional attempts to “calculate” him, he knew she loved him—and he was more than willing to indulge her, even protect her.

“And besides,” he smiled to himself, “doing a good deed in secret is a waste of time. I need to make sure Mingkong knows exactly how hard I’m working to keep her safe.”

Why be a nameless hero when you can be a doting husband?

“Hmm. They’ve stopped?”

He sensed the target’s aura come to a halt in a remote city nestled among the mountains. It was a settlement of several hundred thousand, almost entirely populated by Immortal Ancient natives.

“Have they decided to make a stand? Or are they trying to blend into the crowd?” Changge’s smile turned razor-sharp. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Seal the city,” he commanded his followers. “Capture or kill anyone who attempts to leave. Let no one through.”

Boom!

Changge transformed into a divine rainbow, leading his army toward the ancient city walls. Surging lights of a dozen colors began to lock down the airspace, turning the city into a cage.

Inside the City

A middle-aged woman with golden wings paced the streets, her face shadowed by a heavy, growing dread.

“I shouldn’t feel this way,” she whispered to herself. “Long Teng’s death isn’t my problem. So why has that person been hunting me for days?”

She had a terrifyingly accurate intuition—the kind that most people would dismiss as paranoia. It had kept her alive for centuries, and right now, it was screaming at her to keep moving. She had witnessed the fight between Long Teng and Gu Changge from the shadows and seen the “gift” he had given his fiancée.

“What was in that corpse?” she wondered, her mind racing. “Why is a Young Taboo personally hunting a witness? Is it the blood? Or something else?”

The air in the city suddenly shifted. She felt several massive auras approaching from the clouds and knew her time had run out. She spotted a group of her younger kinsmen near a pavilion and hurried toward them, hoping to use them to signal the rest of the clan for reinforcements.

“Third Aunt! What are you doing here?” a young girl cried out in surprise.

“Xue’er, Yu’er… why are you all gathered here?” the woman asked, her eyes darting toward the city gates.

She followed them into the pavilion, breathing a small sigh of relief when she saw no one had landed in the street behind her.

“We were asking about the battle,” a young man said, his face full of grief. “Is it true? Is Lord Long Teng really gone?”

The woman frowned. “Why does that matter now? And why is this place so crowded?”

The pavilion was filled with the youth of various indigenous tribes.

“We are discussing how to avenge the Lord,” a beautiful winged girl said, her voice dripping with venom. “We are going to find a way to kill that villain, Gu Changge. He is a plague upon our land.”

The woman sighed. She understood their anger—Long Teng was their myth, their invincible god. Seeing that myth shattered was a trauma many of them couldn’t process.

“Enough,” she said, trying to talk sense into them. “Gu Changge is not someone you can ‘discuss’ into a grave. His strength is… beyond your understanding.”

“Nonsense!” a youth yelled, his face red with indignation. “He must have used some despicable trick! There’s no way a human could defeat Lord Long Teng in a fair fight!”

“Exactly!” the girl added. “He probably ambushed him or used forbidden items! If they fought with honor, Gu Changge would be the one in the dirt!”

The woman looked at the sea of hateful, determined faces. She knew the truth—she had seen the effortless way Changge had dismantled the “invincible” dragon—but she realized these kids needed a common enemy to unite them.

“You’re right,” she said, nodding slowly to appease the mob. “I was there. Lord Long Teng died a humiliating death because his opponent was a coward who relied on underhanded tactics. The Lord disdained to use such lowly methods…”

As the words left her lips, a sudden, bone-chilling silence washed over the room. The woman felt a frost creep up her spine, a sensation as if a predator had just placed its jaws around her throat.

At the entrance of the pavilion, a young man in moon-white robes stood with his hands behind his back. He offered a serene, almost pleasant smile.

“What are you all talking about?” Gu Changge asked, his voice light and conversational. “It sounds so lively. Why not let me listen too?”

The golden-winged woman froze. Her pupils contracted to pinpricks, and the blood drained from her face. She felt as though she had just stepped into a tomb.