Villain: My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

"Young Master Xie, this disciple Ye Chen is unruly and ignorant, and has offended your esteemed presence. I hope you will be magnanimous and not hold it against him."

The Holy Lord Tai Xuan's face was so gloomy it could wring water out of it. He bowed to Xie Zheng to apologize while giving winks to the elders beside him.

Today is the investiture ceremony of the Holy Son, and the banquet has been held for the top forces from all over the Eastern Wilderness. However, an inner disciple has disrupted the event in public, which is a huge loss of face. We must take down Ye Chen as soon as possible to save face.

"Why must Your Majesty say more!" Chu Xuan, the Holy Son of Tai Xuan, jumped forward to pledge his loyalty. "I will capture such an ignorant and arrogant person and use him as an apology to Young Master Xie!"

Before he finished speaking, runes on his palm surged, and a muffled thunderclap resounded in the hall. Streaks of lightning intertwined and swirled, transforming into a menacing thunder dragon that pounced on Ye Chen with a world-destroying aura.

Chu Xuan was a half-step Divine Power Realm cultivator and possessed the Thunder Prison Divine Body, which allowed him to fight beyond his level. Dealing with an inner disciple of the Soul Palace Realm was a piece of cake for him, and he could show off his skills in front of Xie Zheng.

"Well done!"

Far from being afraid, Ye Chen's eyes turned bloodshot, his magical power surged wildly, and flames ignited in his palms as he slammed them directly at the thunder dragon.

"Has Ye Chen lost his mind? He dares to confront a Divine Power Realm expert head-on?"

"Chun Chun is courting death! Chu Xuan Shengzi's Thunder Prison Divine Body is no joke; he's doomed today!"

The disciples watching sneered, thinking that Ye Chen was overestimating himself and was just trying to make a name for himself in front of the Holy Maiden.

But the next second, fire and lightning collided violently in the void, the intense light almost blinding people.

Chu Xuan groaned, his body jolted back three steps, his arm going numb, while Ye Chen stood still, like a young fire god, his expression arrogant and confident.

"What? It's a tie?"

The hall was in an uproar. Even the Supreme Saint Master Tai Xuan couldn't help but be slightly shaken. He knew Chu Xuan's strength best. He was hard to find a match among his peers. How could he not defeat an unknown Ye Chen?

Xie Zheng, however, continued to sip his tea slowly, his face expressionless, and he even seemed a little bored.

Just kidding, isn't the standard for the chosen one to slap someone of a higher level in the face and shock everyone?

He was already tired of seeing this kind of scene in online novels from his previous life.

He looked up at Su Qingge beside him, his tone flat and indifferent: "You seem to have a lot of confidence in this Ye Chen."

Su Qingge was taken aback upon hearing this, and a ripple appeared in her originally calm eyes. The faint fragrance emanating from her body wafted out with her subtle movements.

She pursed her lips and didn't speak, but the slight tension in her shoulders had already betrayed her feelings.

Xie Zheng chuckled softly, his gaze deep and unfathomable: "Are you trying so hard to appear detached because you're afraid I'll take my anger out on him?"

One sentence revealed the truth, and Su Qingge's face paled slightly. Her fingers, which were gripping the hem of her skirt, tightened slightly, but she remained silent.

She knew that in the face of such an absolute difference in strength, any explanation would be futile and would only make Xie Zheng dislike Ye Chen even more.

Xie Zheng glanced at the empty teacup and said in a flat tone, "It's empty."

Su Qingge hesitated for a moment, then picked up the teapot and carefully poured tea for him, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She always felt that the man in front of her was terrifying. He seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and any little thoughts could not be hidden in front of him.

Xie Zheng chuckled inwardly as he looked at her slightly flustered appearance.

He knows this trick all too well!

In order to protect the chosen one, the female lead deliberately distances herself from him, hoping to mislead the villain into believing that the two have no connection whatsoever.

Unfortunately, he was a time traveler with a god-like perspective; these little tricks were utterly insignificant in his eyes.

The original owner of this body was indifferent by nature, with only cultivation in his eyes. Last night, when the Holy Lord sent Su Qingge to his palace, he didn't even touch her.

But Ye Chen, that kid, was so eager to play the hero as soon as he heard the news, afraid that his "beloved" would be snatched away. His innocent look, as if he hadn't even touched the dress, was both funny and pitiful.

However, Su Qingge, as the female lead, is talented, beautiful, and intelligent, which suits his taste.

A forced marriage may not be sweet, but it's thirst-quenching. Since we've stumbled upon it, there's no reason to let it go.

I underestimated you.

In the arena, Chu Xuan's face turned ashen. He felt he had lost face in front of Xie Zheng and was about to make another move when Xie Zheng raised his hand to stop him.

"Boring." Xie Zheng walked out slowly, his tone indifferent as if he were commenting on something insignificant. "This matter concerns me, so I won't trouble the Holy Son."

He walked up to Ye Chen, looking down at him with a cold expression in his eyes: "So-called fearlessness is nothing but the fearlessness of the ignorant."

The moment the words fell, an immense pressure swept down like a tidal wave, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were sinking. The entire hall shook violently, the runes trembled wildly, and the spiritual energy surged violently.

Everyone was enveloped by this soul-deep fear. The elders' expressions changed drastically, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably. The Supreme Saint Lord was even more solemn. This kind of strength was probably comparable to that of a Saint Lord!

Ye Chen's face turned deathly pale instantly. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, his forehead pressed firmly against the ground, unable to even lift his head.

He desperately called out to his master in the ring, but the old man who was always there for him was now unresponsive.

"How could his strength be so great?" Ye Chen was filled with resentment and disbelief. He was clearly the chosen one, so how could he be so easily crushed by a villain?

Xie Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in white, looking down indifferently at the ants at his feet, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Trying to show off in front of him? Ye Chen is still too green.

He could guess the rest of the story even with his toes: Ye Chen would defeat Chu Xuan, who was weaker than him, and then take the opportunity to challenge him, making a three-hand bet or something like that. He would then rely on the old man in the ring to turn the tables and finally win the heart of the beauty.

Unfortunately, he wasn't the original owner of this body who was just a clueless novice who only knew how to cultivate; he was a transmigrator with a cheat-like advantage.

Anyone can show off, right? And he does it better than anyone else.

The hall was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop, and even breathing sounded exceptionally clear.

Xie Zheng shook his head slightly, his eyes deep and indifferent, as if he had just stepped on an eyesore of an ant.

Ye Chen was in a sorry state, his body soaked in cold sweat, veins bulging on his forehead, his teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding together, but he still couldn't move. He could only hold his breath, tears of resentment welling up in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.

This scene left everyone speechless with shock.

The disciples and elders of the Tai Xuan Holy Land were even more terrified.

Xie Zheng looked to be about the same age as them, at most in his early twenties, but his strength had already reached a level that was awe-inspiring. Such talent was simply unheard of; even calling him a prodigy would not be enough to describe it!

"Young Master Xie, at such a young age, your cultivation is already unfathomable. You are truly a divine being who is rarely seen throughout the ages!" The Supreme Lord of Tai Xuan hurriedly cupped his hands in praise, his tone full of awe, afraid that he might inadvertently displease this gentleman.

He glanced at Su Qingge beside him out of the corner of his eye and saw that his daughter's face was pale and her eyes were filled with fear. He sighed inwardly.

If I had known Ye Chen was such an arrogant and troublesome person, I should have expelled him from the sect back then. That way, I wouldn't have offended this young master, and now even my daughter is being implicated.

At this moment, he had already calculated Ye Chen's fate in his mind.

This kind of reckless brat is a potential threat if left alive. It's better to take this opportunity to get rid of him completely and give Young Master Xie an explanation.

Xie Zheng ignored the Tai Xuan Saint Master's flattery; his attention was focused on the system interface that suddenly appeared in his mind.

[Owner: Xie Zheng]

[Identity: True Disciple of Dao Tian Immortal Palace]

[Physique and Bloodline: Demonic Heart and Daoist Bones]

[Cultivation Level: Peak Saint Lord Realm]

[Destiny Value: 50]

[Luck Points: 30 (Black)]

The fifty points of Destiny Points were obtained from suppressing Ye Chen earlier.

This dark aura surprised him somewhat, and even seemed a bit outrageous.

According to the system's explanation, luck is divided into seven levels: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. Most people have red luck, but Ye Chen has actually reached the green level, with more than 500 points. No wonder he can cheat his way through and beat people of higher levels as if it were nothing.

Looking at myself, as a true disciple of an immortal sect in the upper realm, I have a terrifying background and extraordinary talent, but my luck points are not only a pitiful thirty, but also black ones that bring disaster and trouble.

If this were in another novel, he would definitely be the template for a short-lived villain!

"System, what would happen if I killed Ye Chen right now?" Xie Zheng asked in his mind, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.

[Given the host's current luck value, the system does not recommend that the host directly kill the chosen one, as there is a risk of suffering a backlash from the luck.]

Xie Zheng chuckled, just as he had guessed.

This damned fate is so biased towards the chosen one; even though Ye Chen is lying on the ground like a dead dog, it can't directly take action against him.

He might get struck dead by lightning as soon as he makes a move, which would be such a shame.

But it doesn't matter, killing them directly is no fun.

What he liked most was watching the chosen one lose everything step by step, fall from the clouds into the mire, and finally be slowly trampled to death in despair.

Just like now, Ye Chen's proud strength is no match for him. The old man in the ring is too intimidated by his protector to show himself. Even the female lead he longs for is serving him tea and water with utmost care.

The feeling of slowly reaping and manipulating people's hearts is much more satisfying than killing them with a single blow.

Xie Zheng looked down at Ye Chen, who was still struggling, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Ye Chen, do you know your crime?" Seeing that Xie Zheng did not speak, the Supreme Lord of Tai Xuan hurriedly stepped forward and reprimanded him, wanting to settle the matter in one fell swoop.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and remained silent. He hated Xie Zheng to the core, but he didn't even have the strength to refute him. This sense of powerlessness drove him almost mad.

Xie Zheng waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "Holy Lord, there is no need to rush to deal with him. Since Ye Chen is so eager to show off, why not lock him up first and let him reflect on his actions?"

He wanted to keep Ye Chen alive and slowly squeeze out his luck.

After all, only by exhausting his luck and killing him can one obtain the greatest benefit without worrying about being devoured by his luck.

The Supreme Lord of Tai Xuan quickly agreed, "Young Master is absolutely right. Guards, take Ye Chen to the dungeon to await his fate!"

Two disciples stepped forward, helped Ye Chen, who was slumped on the ground, and walked towards the outside of the hall.

As Ye Chen passed by Su Qingge, he couldn't help but look up at her, his eyes filled with resentment and pleading. But Su Qingge simply turned her head slightly away, avoiding his gaze.

She knew that any unnecessary action she took could bring utter disaster to Ye Chen and also plunge her into an abyss of no return.

Xie Zheng saw all of this and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The game has only just begun. Ye Chen, you absolutely mustn't let me down.