Inside the teahouse, everyone took their seats.
Ye Shu's position had been upgraded from a corner spot to one of the three seats beside Mo Yu. Though still not too close, it was far better than before.
The other branch clan members watched with envious eyes.
They knew that as branch members, they might never get the chance to join the main bloodline in their entire lives. But having latched onto the Young Master of the Mo Clan, Ye Shu’s future was no longer a dead end—at the very least, it was a smooth road ahead.
Ye Shu played his part, lifting his chin with a proud expression.
A perfect lackey act.
Clearly a natural—no acting required.
The Mo Clan members had been sitting in the teahouse for a while when a commotion arose downstairs. Soon, groups of young people dressed in various family attire walked upstairs. Their robes were white, red, green, and yellow, richly embroidered, with jade pendants at their waists. Anyone could tell at a glance that they were no ordinary cultivators.
Ye Shu narrowed his eyes, his heart stirring.
He had never seen these people before, but he recognized their clothing from the battle at the Azure Mystery Sect. These were the family factions of the other Mahayana cultivators, aside from Mo Yuan himself.
So these must be the other hidden families.
But where was the Zhao family?
They had played a part in destroying the Azure Mystery Sect, and a great karmic debt was owed. Ye Shu schemed inwardly, planning to stir up some trouble for them during this expedition.
At the same time, the members of the other hidden families noticed the Mo Clan group and greeted them with smiles. "Ah, we didn’t expect Young Master Mo to be here drinking tea as well."
"Perfect timing—our families should gather together."
With that, someone called the teahouse worker over to push several large tables together, forming one big table.
Mo Yu didn’t refuse.
No matter what, he had to keep up appearances.
When the heirs of the major families sat down together, it was never just about drinking tea and chatting.
"I assume Young Master Mo is here for the Mahayana Ruins as well," said a young man with flame patterns embroidered on his robe, his voice deep. This was Yan Lie, son of the Flame Clan chief, true to his name—fiery and forthright in personality.
Mo Yu gave a noncommittal response.
Coming here at this time, only a fool wouldn’t know the purpose. It wasn’t just for the tea, was it?
"And aren't you here for the same, Brother Yan?"
"We are indeed here to explore," Yan Lie said with a laugh. "But this Mahayana Ruins suddenly appeared without any prior signs. No one knows what’s inside—we’d be walking in blind. And with so many people coming, our chances of snatching the best prizes aren’t great."
"So what do you suggest?"
Mo Yu’s eyes flickered; he had already guessed most of it.
"Naturally, I’m inviting the Mo Clan to join forces," Yan Lie declared, waving his hand. "Our families have already agreed to explore together. With the Mo Clan on board, we’ll be unstoppable. Once inside, who could stand against us?"
"This ruin will belong to us!"
"It will be ours for the taking!" Yan Lie’s voice rose with excitement.
But Mo Yu didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he fell silent.
If he were still his former self, an alliance would have been the best choice—sharing the risks and increasing the chances of claiming treasures.
But now, he was no longer that person.
Now, he was the Fated Villain!
He held the world’s script in his hands, nearly omniscient, backed by a system and protected by fate. He knew every opportunity in this ruin, especially the biggest one...
If he allied with others, he would have to share.
How could he bear that?
But if he refused outright, it would seem unfriendly and provoke suspicion from the other families.
While Mo Yu pondered how to handle this,
Ye Shu clearly realized: it was time for him to shine.
He raised his hand and slammed it hard on the table.
Bam!
The sharp sound echoed through the room, startling everyone. They all turned to look in surprise.
But Ye Shu remained undaunted.
He lifted his chin, tilted his head, and swept his cold gaze over the crowd. Slapping the table with one hand, he said calmly, "Everyone, you should know that our Young Master Mo is the heir of the main bloodline, the future successor of the Mo Clan, and the strongest among the younger generation!"
"One man alone can dominate this ruin!"
"Not just anyone has the qualifications to form an alliance with our Young Master Mo. The Mo Clan only allies with the strong—we don’t play little games with trash."
Ye Shu deliberately glanced at Yan Lie, directing his words straight at him.
"Why are you looking at me?" Yan Lie slammed his own table, furious. "Are you calling me trash?"
"Hey, hey, no—don’t misunderstand."
Ye Shu quickly waved his hands, forcing a flattering smile.
His eyes swept across the crowd, circling the room. "I’m not singling you out. What I’m saying is that every single one of you here, in our Young Master Mo’s eyes... is trash."
After cursing, Ye Shu shouted inwardly.
Hell yeah!
It felt so good to bully others using someone else’s authority—without bearing the consequences himself!
The instant those words fell, the entire place went dead silent.
Everyone stood frozen, as if not yet processing what they had just heard.
The other Mo Clan disciples looked at Ye Shu with sheer disbelief, almost admiration. To risk his life just to suck up like that—was a level of dedication no ordinary person could match.
Kid, that’s just insane.
"Mo Yu..." Yan Lie pressed his hand against the underside of the table, gritting his teeth, his eyes fixed on Ye Shu. "I invited you out of goodwill, seeing you as a brother from one of the eight great families, yet you send a branch disciple to humiliate me?"
"Today, if you don’t give me an explanation, this isn’t over!"
Mo Yu’s expression also darkened.
Who would have thought that Ye Shu would suddenly go crazy like this? So this was the villain’s taunting lackey?
Not a bad effect, just way too much aggro.
But on second thought,
it wasn’t half bad. This way, he could refuse the other families’ invitation without them suspecting his true intentions.
As for them targeting him?
Sorry.
Mo Yu sneered inwardly. As the Fated Villain, these peers were nothing more than chickens and dogs.
He tapped the table lightly with his fingertip, frowning slightly.
"Brother Yan, while my clansman’s words weren’t pleasant to hear, he is still one of my people. If you want to demand an explanation from him in front of me... that might be a bit difficult."
It was obvious to everyone that Mo Yu was dead set on protecting Mo Shisan.
Yan Lie let out a cold laugh. "Fine, fine. The Mo Clan may be powerful, but I, Yan Lie, am not someone to be messed with!"
He grabbed the edge of the table with his left hand and flipped it hard.
"Difficult?"
"Then forget it!"
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
