Villain System: Stealing the Protagonist's Harem and Luck

Chapter 133: You Dare Touch Her? I’ll Suppress You at the Bottom of a Latrine for Years

Gu Xianer spoke with an air of nonchalant indifference. Paired with her serene, composed expression, she made her claims sound like absolute gospel. Only she knew the truth, and inwardly, she couldn’t help but sigh with a touch of melancholy. She truly wished reality matched her words.

But in her mind, she had just spent days shamelessly exploiting Gu Changge’s reputation. It would be a miracle if he didn’t kill her himself, let alone help her. Besides, he was likely on the other side of the Immortal Ancient Continent, looting some ancient tomb or fighting over a legendary Fated Chance. Her life or death was an afterthought to him.

Steeling her heart, her gaze grew colder as she looked at the Seventh Princess with a “you’re dead meat” smirk.

“You are truly courting death. If Gu Changge finds out you’ve been hunting me like this, every single person here is a walking corpse. Do you think you’re strong? You’re just a peak Conferred King Realm—enough to bully me, sure. But before my brother, you aren’t even an ant. It only takes one slap for him to end you.”

Xianer’s voice was flat, as if she were merely stating a law of nature. She played the role of the admiring, worshipful younger sister perfectly, but internally, she was checking her inventory for the exact moment to use her hidden escape artifact. She was pulling maximum hatred onto Gu Changge, figuring that if he had to deal with a vengeful Sea King Palace later, she certainly wouldn’t lose any sleep over it.

She knew he was strong enough to handle it. Of course, the “one slap” part was a bit of an exaggeration—probably.

The speech sent shockwaves through the crowd of young prodigies. Many looked at each other with uncertainty. Even the disciples of the Daootian Immortal Palace were wavering. Back at the Sect, the relationship between the two had been an enigma.

“Could they actually be… close?” one disciple whispered, a strange chill settling in his chest. Xianer’s conviction was so natural that it was almost impossible to doubt.

“Like an ant? I think I’ll see about that myself,” the Seventh Princess hissed. Her original plan of slow torture was gone. Her eyes were burning with a lethal fury. To someone heralded as invincible since birth, being belittled as an insect was the ultimate insult. She wanted to crush this mouthy little girl into the dirt right now.

“If you want to die today, I’ll grant your wish!”

The Princess roared, spurred her golden warhorse, and charged.

Boom!

The golden mount galloped through the sky, its momentum mimicking a charging army. Weapons clashed in the air, and a primal Killing Intent saturated the atmosphere. The Sea Clan’s grand formation churned the thick white mist, parting to reveal a golden path of destruction.

The Seventh Princess looked like an unstoppable Goddess of War. She swung her long spear, a strike capable of shattering mountains, and brought it down toward Gu Xianer.

Boom!

The impact was cataclysmic. Onlooking cultivators recoiled in horror as the sheer force of the blow reduced the nearest peaks to dust, engulfing the area in a suffocating cloud of debris.

“She’s too strong! That’s the power of a True God!”

“The Seventh Princess is truly peerless among the young supremes. In this continent, who could possibly stand against her?”

The void rippled with terrifying intensity. In the next heartbeat, the celestial bell Xianer had summoned to defend herself shattered. Her slender figure was sent hurtling backward like a kite with a snapped string, leaving a crimson trail of blood in the air.

Her secret arts were profound, but the gap in raw power was simply too wide. The Seventh Princess’s rage-fueled strike was meant to erase her from existence.

“Die!”

The Princess looked down from her mount, a cold, predatory smile on her lips. Her spear hummed with a peerless, sharp radiance.

“I have no choice…” Xianer thought, her face deathly pale. Her blood was churning, and she felt the familiar copper taste in her throat. She hadn’t expected the Princess to go insane so quickly.

Boom!

The Seventh Princess struck again, her eyes overflowing with Killing Intent. “Perish! Such a scourge cannot be allowed to draw breath!”

Golden light blanketed her spear, and a metallic, murderous aura blasted downward. Large swaths of the mountain range disintegrated into powder. Cultivators miles away were knocked back, some coughing up blood from the mere aftershock.

Gu Xianer’s fingers twitched toward her trump card, but then her eyes went wide. She froze, her breath catching in her throat.

“Gu Changge? How…” she whispered, her mind reeling. It felt like a hallucination.

Suddenly, the sky directly in front of her blurred. A young figure in white stepped out of the void. His gaze was cold and indifferent, but as he appeared, a gale of terrifying force erupted. Waves of golden light surged upward, challenging the very heavens.

Boom!

Between heaven and earth, a massive golden palm materialized. It was incredibly solid, descending like the hand of an angry god. Massive and overwhelming, it projected a pressure that made the soul tremble.

It was the signature divine ability of the Immortal Gu Family: the Heaven’s Palm. A manifestation of the rules and order of the universe itself.

The collision sounded like the world was splitting in two. The golden spear vibrated violently, and a terrifying recoil force rippled through the air. The golden warhorse let out a piercing, agonizing shriek before it simply… exploded.

Pfft!

A fountain of vivid blood sprayed into the void.

“How is this possible…?”

The Seventh Princess’s right arm buckled, the bone splintering under the pressure. The pain was so intense her face contorted into a mask of agony. If her innate rune bones hadn’t flared up to protect her, her entire right side would have been vaporized.

She stared at her ruined limb, her scalp tingling with a primal terror she had never known.

Boom!

The golden palm finished its descent, slamming into the earth. The ground fractured into deep pits and craters, mountains collapsed, and dust billowed into the stratosphere. Cultivators who hadn’t fled in time were instantly reduced to pulp.

“My things… you dare to touch?”

A casual, light voice echoed through the silence. The battlefield fell into a tomb-like hush. Every eye was fixed on the figure floating in the sky.

“We pay our respects to the Successor!”

Across the ridges, the Daootian Immortal Palace disciples dropped to their knees, their voices trembling. They recognized him instantly. Gu Changge.

The Seventh Princess, the supposedly “invincible” warrior, had been decimated by a single palm. Her mount was gone, her arm was a bloody mess, and her face was as white as a sheet. The contrast between her earlier arrogance and her current state was staggering.

Gu Changge had truly done what Xianer said. He hadn’t just defeated her; he had suppressed her effortlessly.

The Sea Clan warriors scrambled to form a perimeter around their Princess, their faces etched with dread. They couldn’t understand how he had slipped through their grand formation. This level of power was beyond their comprehension.

“Interesting,” Gu Changge said, looking down at the Princess. “I have appeared. Why do you look so disappointed? Or is it that you only have the courage to bully my younger sister?”

His voice was calm, but it carried a sub-zero indifference that made the Seventh Princess shiver. Her wounds began to knit back together thanks to her lineage, but the phantom pain remained.

“Gu Changge…” she gasped, her eyes shifting between fear and defiance. “I admit you are strong. But do not think yourself invincible. In a life-and-death struggle, power is not the only factor.”

She gripped her spear, runes flowing along the shaft as she tried to reclaim her dignity. She was a young supreme; she couldn’t afford to run. To do so would shatter her Dao heart forever.

Behind them, Gu Xianer finally found her voice. She hovered in the air, her face a cocktail of shock, confusion, and a burgeoning sense of relief. She couldn’t believe he was actually there.

She had spent the last few minutes painting him as a doting, protective brother to save her own skin, and now he was standing right there. If he had heard her… she would never hear the end of it. She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Gu Changge sensed her presence behind him but didn’t turn around. He had actually been watching from the void for a while, waiting for the most dramatic moment to intervene.

However, hearing Xianer’s “admiring” speech had left him momentarily speechless. He hadn’t expected the silly girl to be so devious.

If I weren’t putting on a show, Changge thought, I’d throw her into a latrine for a few years just for that.