Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate

"What’s this guy up to?" someone muttered. The scar-faced cultivator watched with a raised brow as Mo Hao touched down on the mountain peak and settled into a meditative posture.

Then, the scar-faced man let out a dry chuckle. "Seriously? He’s trying to cultivate here?" he scoffed. "The Spiritual Qi around this place is so weak, even a Transcendence realm cultivator would struggle to get their Dao Origin Power back, never mind trying to improve their cultivation. What a joke!"

What he didn’t know was that he was about to face something far beyond his understanding.

High on that desolate mountain, Mo Hao remained calm and unbothered. His body stayed still, but part of his consciousness was already working behind the scenes, issuing commands to his system. He was getting ready to spend his Pretentious Points to stabilize his current level in the Transcendence realm.

These Pretentious Points were like a cheat code. Mo Hao could trade them for rare treasures or use them directly to boost his cultivation realm.

But there was a catch. Using the points to increase cultivation was expensive and far less efficient. Unless time was short or the situation was urgent, the smarter move was to trade them for treasures that could help him grow naturally.

Today, however, Mo Hao wasn’t feeling patient. He needed to stabilize his Transcendence realm cultivation base right now. The fastest way? Get his hands on the right pill.

Without hesitation, he redeemed thirty thousand Pretentious Points for a set of top-grade pills, each one made for the Transcendence realm!

As soon as he opened his hand, a rich, almost intoxicating fragrance filled the air. Even the barren plants around the mountain peak seemed to sense the power in those pills. In a matter of seconds, they began sprouting, growing wildly as if they had been waiting for this moment all their lives.

The scar-faced cultivator froze, eyes wide in disbelief.

"T-top-grade Transcendence-level pills?" he stammered, his voice shaking. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. As a Transcendence realm cultivator himself, he knew exactly how rare and powerful those pills were. This wasn’t just impressive—it was terrifying.

I never imagined Mo Hao would have something so rare! Could this be a secret inheritance from the Mo Clan? His thoughts raced as he struggled to process it. The Mo Clan must’ve poured a fortune into him—so much for calling him a waste!

But then, a sinister grin spread across his face, his eyes burning with greed. "Hah! It doesn’t matter. Those pills… they’ll be mine soon enough!" He clenched his fists in anticipation, already imagining his own breakthrough.

At the same time, far away, Jiang Chen’s powerful divine sense locked onto the pills in Mo Hao’s hands. His eyes narrowed, a frown forming on his face.

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"Top-grade Transcendence-level pills?! And not just one or two—he’s got a whole stash of them! This is way too strange!"

The wheels began to turn in his head as he tried to piece things together. From everything I know, Mo Hao is more of a spoiled dandy than anything else. He’s definitely not an alchemist. Even if he were, there’s no way he could produce so many top-grade pills.

So… where did they come from? A family heirloom? No. A gift from his clan? Not likely. His clan barely cares about him, and the cultivators in his own realm think he’s a joke.

Jiang Chen’s eyes darkened as a new thought struck him. Wait… could his protagonist-level trump card be related to pills?

No… that doesn’t add up. If these pills were his ultimate trump card, it’d be pretty pathetic for someone with a Heavenly Fate Value of sixty or seventy thousand.

His gut told him there was something much bigger at play. Something far more ridiculous and heaven-defying.

The unease crept deeper into Jiang Chen’s mind. His thoughts spiraled, each one more unsettling than the last. Could Mo Hao have a system too?

It wasn’t impossible. He’s a protagonist, after all. Would it really be that far-fetched for him to possess a system like mine?

Still, it was all just speculation. Jiang Chen had no hard proof—only a growing suspicion gnawing at him.

Meanwhile, the scar-faced Transcendence realm cultivator hovered above Mo Hao, grinning wickedly. "Hahaha! Mo Hao, you’ve got guts showing off such precious pills in broad daylight! Haven’t you heard the rule about not flaunting your wealth? You must be a complete idiot!"

"I’ll give you one chance—hand over those pills, and I’ll let you live." His eyes gleamed with greed. "But if you refuse, I’ll show you what true suffering feels like!"

Mo Hao slowly got to his feet, dusting himself off, his eyes cold and sharp. "Heh. Who’s this nobody talking big in front of me? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" He clenched the pills tightly, too late to swallow them now.

The scar-faced man blinked in surprise. "What?! You’re on the brink of death, and you still have the nerve to act tough?" His expression darkened. "Looks like all that pampering has made you completely insane!"

"I’ll say it one more time—give me the pills! If you don’t, I’ll make you wish for death, but it won’t come!" Despite his fury, the scar-faced man held back. He couldn’t risk Mo Hao destroying the pills out of spite, so he pushed his aura harder, hoping to scare him into giving them up first.

Jiang Chen observed everything, his mind racing. Judging by strength alone, both of them are at the Early-stage Transcendence realm, but the scar-faced guy’s aura is way stronger than Mo Hao’s. He could easily take him down. So, how’s Mo Hao going to get out of this one?

His divine sense locked onto Mo Hao, not wanting to miss a second. This was the perfect chance to see Mo Hao’s secret trump card in action. There was no way he wouldn’t power up to survive.

Mo Hao, completely unaware of Jiang Chen’s watchful gaze, was too busy dealing with the scar-faced cultivator in front of him. His instincts weren’t nearly as sharp as Gu Ran’s, and with the immediate danger right in front of him, he never noticed he was being spied on.

Then Mo Hao spoke, his voice calm but filled with contempt. "Trash will always be trash. You’re not even worthy to stand in front of me, much less threaten me."

"If not for the disaster that struck my Mo Clan, you wouldn’t dare talk to me like this—not even if you had ten thousand times your current courage."

"And now you think you can take advantage of me when I’m at my lowest? Dream on." Mo Hao’s lips curled into a cold smile, completely unbothered by the scar-faced man’s threats.

Just then, streaks of light flashed in the distance. A group of cultivators from both the Dao Palace and Dao Comprehension realms rushed toward them at full speed.

Most of them had a deep grudge against Mo Hao and were eager to see him fall, so they hurried over.

"Look, it’s Mo Hao!" someone shouted. "And that senior hasn’t finished him off yet! Perfect!"

"I’ve waited so long to see that arrogant fool die. I hope that senior lets me help kill him!"

When they saw Mo Hao was still alive, the crowd grew excited. They weren’t just here to watch—they were itching to join in and make sure he didn’t leave in one piece.

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow. More spectators, huh? Looks like just a bunch of passersby.

He watched closely, sensing how the situation was about to change. The buildup is almost over. With this audience in place, Mo Hao’s definitely going to start showing off soon. He’ll go full arrogant mode, crush the scar-faced guy, and prove himself.

Whatever crazy trump card he has, I can’t let that happen. I need to stop him from bragging and humiliating others—that’s how he gains momentum. If I change the flow of events, I can weaken his chances.

With this plan in mind, Jiang Chen quietly reached out to Nangong Wan and Shangguan Ning through his Void Tribulation Soulring.

After a brief discussion, his eyes gleamed with an idea, and he gave a subtle nod.

Turning his attention back to the group of onlookers, a sly grin crept onto his face. He had used others as tools before—playing on their greed and fear to get what he wanted—and today would be no different.

Time to pull some strings.

With his power, it wouldn’t be hard at all. A little pressure here, a few rewards there, and he’d have these onlookers wrapped around his finger, ready to act however he needed.

Down below, the scar-faced man barely noticed the growing crowd. His focus was locked on Mo Hao, who only seemed more arrogant with every passing second.

"You’re still playing tough, Mo Hao? Since you’re too stupid to know when you’ve lost, don’t blame me for what happens next!"

Frustrated that he couldn’t scare Mo Hao into submission, the scar-faced cultivator finally gave in and decided to use force. His aura exploded outward, shaking the air around him. His robe whipped in the wind, and the sky seemed to darken under his overwhelming power, as if the world itself trembled at his might.