Villain: I Possess The Dragon Yang Dao Physique, All Saintesses Turns Into Villainesses

Chapter 151: Lin Liuli’s Wrath—Little Brother Needs a Beating!

The Beast-Hunting Battle, serving as the opening act of the event, was initially seen as little more than an appetizer. No one held high expectations for it. Yet Lin Qi’an’s performance left the audience exhilarated, their cheers echoing across the venue.

Setting aside his rivals and enemies, Lin Qi’an was still a cultivator of the Canglan Dao Domain. With tensions between the two domains running high, most spectators felt a collective sense of pride in his victory.

As Lin Qi’an returned, the crowd erupted into a tidal wave of cheers.

“Long live the Young Master!”

“He’s brought glory to our domain—what a champion!”

“His score completely crushed the second-place finisher. Truly worthy of the title Young Master!”

“With this performance, he’s guaranteed a spot in the forbidden grounds!”

The overwhelming crowd forced the Tianjian City Sword Guards to step in and block the way, ensuring Lin Qi’an could pass through.

Several maids followed behind Lin Qi’an, basking in the flood of cheers. Sharing in his glory, they couldn’t help but feel immense pride.

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Meanwhile, Lin Liuli returned to the Beidou Divine Palace camp to a round of praise from her peers. Yet her focus was elsewhere.

“I noticed the beast tide seemed deliberate,” she asked. “Did anyone see who was behind it?”

Although Lin Qi’an emerged unscathed, Lin Liuli was determined to uncover who had sought to harm him. Malice toward her family was something she would never tolerate.

“It was the Xiling Divine Son Xi Chao who first started drawing the beasts, followed by others imitating him. That’s how the tide spiraled out of control,” someone explained.

“Xi Chao?” A flash of icy disdain crossed Lin Liuli’s eyes. Previously, she had a favorable impression of Xi Chao he had helped her. But all that goodwill was now gone.

Ding! Lin Liuli’s disappointment in Xi Chao causing the his Luck Value to drop by 200.

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Elsewhere, Ye Yun had returned to the guards’ camp.

“Brother Ye, you’ve got some nerve!” a fellow guard remarked. “Deliberately luring beasts to trouble the Young Master?”

“Not to mention,” another added, “the Princess herself was there… She’s been protecting Lin Qi’an the whole time!”

“What?!” Ye Yun’s pupils shrank as the revelation struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Princess Zhao Yunji had been protecting Lin Qi’an? Why? Hadn’t their engagement already been annulled? Why were they still connected in this way?

The thought that his actions might have endangered the Princess filled Ye Yun with regret and anger. Glaring at the guards, he hissed, “Say nothing of this. When the Princess returns, you will claim to know nothing!”

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“What is it you don’t want me to know?” Zhao Yunji’s icy voice cut through the air as she returned.

The guards immediately bowed their heads in salute, but her sharp gaze pinned them in place.

“Answer me!” she demanded.

Unable to withstand the suffocating pressure of her authority, the guards revealed the truth: Ye Yun had been the one luring the beasts.

“Ye Yun, you’ve thoroughly disappointed me,” Zhao Yunji said, her cold gaze locking onto him.

She had already found him impulsive and reckless during their time in Beiyang.

Though she had kept him around because of his extraordinary talent—one that rivaled even the Blade Emperor’s disciple—his repeated offenses had exhausted her patience.

“Princess, I only wanted to avenge you! Lin Qi’an is so disrespectful…” Ye Yun tried to defend himself.

“Who asked you to avenge me?” she snapped.

“Do you realize countless eyes are watching you? In a moment like this, you focused on internal strife. If not for Lin Qi’an crushing his rivals, today would have been a humiliation for the Canglan Dao Domain!”

“I… was wrong, Princess. Please forgive me,” Ye Yun stammered, bowing his head in shame.

“There is no need for forgiveness. From this moment on, you are no longer my guard. Guards, strip him of his armor.”

“Princess? Princess!” Ye Yun’s eyes widened in disbelief, as though struck by lightning.

He couldn’t fathom why Zhao Yunji would dismiss him over Lin Qi’an.

Serving by her side had been his sole source of solace. Just seeing her each day gave him boundless motivation.

But now, even this small joy had been torn away. As the silver armor was stripped from his body, Ye Yun felt as though his world had shattered.

Watching Zhao Yunji’s radiant figure in her stunning golden gown fade into the distance, Ye Yun’s eyes burned red with rage. He ground his teeth, trembling with fury and a murderous aura that seemed to engulf him.

“Lin Qi’an… it’s all because of you, all because of you!”

“I, Ye Yun, have nothing left to lose. I must kill you!”

The cultivation technique he practiced, The Great Yang Heavenly Emperor Scripture, grew stronger under the harshest sunlight. It also contained a forbidden divine ability: Black Sun.

According to a brief passage in its records, this technique could draw in everything around it, grinding all into nothingness. It was an unbelievably powerful, forbidden divine art.

However, its cost was equally severe—using it would cause the user’s cultivation realm to drop by an entire major stage.

Ye Yun had never dared to learn it before, but now, with his back against the wall, he had no choice.

Ding! Zhao Yunji has completely severed ties with Ye Yun. Ye Yun’s Luck Value -200.

Meanwhile, Lin Qi’an received the notification.

Destined Child: Xi Chao

Luck Value: 1000 (from 1500).

Ye Yun was in an even more pathetic state:

Destined Child: Ye Yun

Treasured Artifact: Sun Corona Sword.

Luck Value: 0 (Black).

Core Opportunities: The Great Yang Heavenly Emperor Scripture, Golden Crow Divine Flame.

Current Kill Rewards: Golden Crow Essence Blood, Golden Crow Feather.

If I kill him now, I can claim all his rewards and his Luck Core, Lin Qi’an thought with amusement. But I’ll wait for the right moment to act.

Elsewhere, a raging storm brewed in the residence of Li Xuan.

“You disgraceful fool!” Gu Jingyun roared as he stormed in.

Li Xuan, his head bowed, dared not utter a single word.

“If you wish to defeat Lin Qi’an, why not wait for a proper match and defeat him fair and square? Instead, you resort to such despicable methods? You’ve disgraced me!”

As one of the strongest Great Emperors of his era, Gu Jingyun carried immense pride. Over the years, his battles with Lin Weixuan had always been honorable, with no underhanded tricks. Even in defeat, he acknowledged his shortcomings with dignity.

Now, his only disciple, barely off the mountain, had used such underhanded tactics against Lin Weixuan’s son. How could he not be furious?

People were already murmuring: So this is the Blade Emperor’s disciple? What a joke.

Gu Jingyun was too embarrassed to face the other Great Emperors.

“Master… I was wrong.”

Kneeling on the ground, Li Xuan gritted his teeth. “I believed I was invincible, but repeated failures against Lin Qi’an have shaken my state of mind.”

“However, I’ve realized my mistake. Once I am at my peak and unleash my full strength, he will not be my match.”

“In the third round, when a fair duel is allowed, I will fight him openly and bring glory to you, Master!”

Ding! Gu Jingyun feels disappointment in Li Xuan. Li Xuan’s Luck Value -100.

Lin Qi’an could barely contain his laughter. These Destined Children are hilarious. They make bold moves only to shoot themselves in the foot.

Even so, Lin Qi’an knew that these three weren’t his greatest threats. The prodigies from Tianhai Dao Domain, who had yet to show their hand, posed a far greater danger. Their strength likely already exceeded the Celestial Realm.

The first round had merely been an appetizer. The third round would be the true battlefield.

Returning to his family’s residence, Lin Qi’an finally let his guard down. However, even the dazzling glory he had displayed earlier couldn’t save him from a beating.

“So, you enjoy pretending to be injured, huh?”

“You lied to your sister, didn’t you?”

“Clearly, you’ve been asking for a beating!”

Yes, the one beating him was none other than Lin Liuli. With every word, her pristine white dust-whisk struck Lin Qi’an’s body with a surprising amount of force.

“Do Daoist nuns really hit people this much? Can’t you act more like a proper Daoist priest?” Lin Qi’an complained as he dodged another strike.

“Sorry, big sister acts proper in public, but when it comes to hitting you, decorum is not required!” Lin Liuli snapped, her dust-whisk cracking down again.

Though Lin Qi’an’s earlier antics had thrilled the audience, they had clearly earned him some well-deserved punishment from his sister.