The future is unpredictable

"Ow, fuck your dumb system,"

Mo Yu cursed nonstop. "Not only is the Son of Fate already at the Nascent Soul stage now,"

"but you even gave me wrong info about the Azure Mystic Sect."

"Didn't you say this sect was wiped out by the demonic path?"

"Look at their setup—how the hell are the demonic path supposed to take them down? What kind of joke is this!"

"Here I am, leading a team to block their gates, and now you come out with 'a minor deviation from the original plot'?"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, you piece of garbage!"

Bro, is it really fair to expect me to predict the future?

The system was a bit speechless.

At most, it could steal the underlying information of this world—specifically, the various lucky encounters of the Son of Fate—and then, based on that data combined with experiences from other old systems, fabricate a future close to the so-called "original novel."

But that wasn't a real future.

If the future could be predicted, it wouldn't be the future—it would be the "past," because the moment you see it, it's already downgraded to the "past" in your sight.

The true "future" is unpredictable.

Only these ignorant fools believed the future could be seen.

Still, that very ignorance made manipulation easy.

For this situation, the system had long prepared a complete set of canned responses.

[Ding! Host, please take note.]

[The Son of Fate's luck value automatically secures them the best growth environment, including but not limited to increased lucky encounters, temporary power surges, assistance from experts... and so forth.]

[Currently, the Son of Fate's luck value is 1,000,000, while the host's luck value is 0. This situation is entirely normal.]

[Host is advised to suppress the Son of Fate, seize their luck, and only by forcing their luck to its lowest point can similar incidents be avoided.]

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu's mood improved slightly.

As a former avid reader of novels, he naturally understood what the system meant—wasn't it just that the male lead always gets help from some random expert when in crisis?

The protagonist's halo, you know it when you see it.

But the problem now was...

Mo Yu pointed at the Azure Mystic Sect members before him, rolling up their sleeves and ready for a fight, and gritted his teeth. "Couldn't you have said this earlier?"

[I figured the host didn't ask.]

[As soon as I finished speaking, you rushed off with a crowd to block the gates. What's that got to do with me?]

The system insisted on dodging the blame.

"I fucking—"

Mo Yu gritted his teeth, cursing inwardly.

With things as they were, there was no choice but to fight.

"Then bring it on!"

He waved a hand fiercely. "Let's see if the Azure Mystic Sect's foundation is stronger, or my Mo family's Soul-Locking Hall prevails!"

"Everyone, attack!"

"Celestial Dragon-Snaring Chains!"

As his words fell, the tribulation-transcending elder behind him made the first move. He quickly formed hand seals, and countless finger-thick chains materialized in the void, radiating a sinister chill as they shot toward Jian Wuhen, who had just broken through.

Take down the enemy's weaker fighters first to maximize their numerical advantage.

But a freezing fist swung out.

Boom!

The chains shattered instantly.

Lin Heming flashed in front of the elder, threw a punch, and sent him flying a hundred zhang away, carving a long furrow in the ground.

"Now," Lin Heming said, "I'm your opponent."

The Soul-Locking Hall Master spat out a mouthful of blood, cautiously eyeing Lin Heming before him.

Even though the other's cultivation level was only at the Return to Void stage.

But!

In this world, combat strength wasn't limited to cultivation level. As the saying goes, practice the Dao first by cultivating the heart; the state of mind was an extremely important part of cultivation. It's just that most people had hearts and cultivation levels aligned, never feeling the gap.

Lin Heming was a living example of someone with a state of mind far surpassing his cultivation level.

That was also the foundation of his incredible strength.

"Even if you're strong and can fight above your level," the Soul-Locking Hall Master said coldly. "What does it matter? You're only at Return to Void. How long can your spiritual power reserves last?"

Lin Heming simply raised a fist.

"Kill you before that happens, right?"

Meanwhile, at the mountain gate.

Watching the black-robed figures clashing in midair with the Azure Mystic Sect members, Ye Shu turned his head to Little Bai on his shoulder. "Little Bai, this isn't right, is it?"

"That group is from the Soul Hall, right?"

"Shouldn't such a faction appear in the late stages logs? Normally, at this point, we'd see at most some small fry at Return to Void stage making a cameo to set up foreshadowing."

"Why would so many come here at once?"

"What are the odds? Could the system have multiple hosts under some split-ac mechanic or something? Or does the Mo family also have a female lead?"

"Well..."

Little Bai scratched his head before speaking. "How could the Mo family have a female lead? It's more likely that the system, seeing things go south, ditched Su Xiao and found a new host—using a fresh identity and methods to target us."

"Got it," Ye Shu nodded. "You mean the system can't afford to play fair anymore, so it's hijacking the biggest villain faction to block our gates and take me out in one go."

"Exactly."

Little Bai nodded. "But switching hosts consumes luck points. All of the system's tactics, including support and rewards for villains, burn through luck."

"Still, this isn't the time for that!" Her expression suddenly turned serious. "Since the system has already chosen to fight dirty, we need to bail now before the final boss shows up!"

"Bail?"

Ye Shu shook his head helplessly.

"In the dictionary of my life, the word 'run' doesn't exist. Besides, even if I did run, where would I go?"

With that, Ye Shu clenched his fist and looked up at Mo Yu, who was hiding behind a Soul Hall member.

"You just said beating bad guys drops luck points, right?"

"Did I say that?" Little Bai tilted her head in confusion.

"Whatever—close enough." Ye Shu smiled nonchalantly.

"How could this fight be complete without me?"

Meanwhile.

As Ye Shu observed Mo Yu, Mo Yu was also observing him.

"System, are you sure that suppressing the Son of Fate will lower their luck?"

[Yes, subjecting them to desperate situations, among other measures, will suppress the Son of Fate's luck.]

"Good!"

Mo Yu slapped the shoulder of the late-stage Refining Void cultivator beside him and pointed at Ye Shu on the ground. "See that guy? Go over there and beat the hell out of him!"

At the same time, Ye Shu silently called out.

"Master? Master?"

"What is it?"

Danxia, within the ring, looked at Ye Shu somewhat bewildered.

Ye Shu lifted his head and slowly flashed a friendly smile at Mo Yu in the sky.

"Master, please—possess me!"