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The younger disciple blinked in surprise. "Wait… so Su Qing only acts tough because of his sister?"
The older disciple nodded, lowering his voice like he was revealing a dark secret. "Exactly. Su Qing's just a loudmouth riding his sister's coattails. The real reason he gets away with everything? Our Holy Son, Qin Yuan, is obsessed with Su Mengyao."
He sighed. "With that kind of blind devotion covering for them, Su Qing could slap an elder and still walk away with a grin. Without Qin Yuan's protection, the guy would've been executed ten times over by now."
The junior disciple frowned. "So… he's just a hardcore simp?"
"Hey!" the senior disciple slapped a hand over his mouth. "Are you crazy? You want to die?"
The younger one froze, eyes wide with fear and quickly shook his head.
You could call Qin Yuan a simp behind closed doors. But out here? In front of the crowd?
That was suicide.
…
Back at the center of attention, Su Qing was still shouting.
"Qin Yuan! What the hell is wrong with you?"
"You kept me waiting out here for how long? This is unacceptable! You think you can ignore me just because you're the Holy Son? Hah! I'd curse to King of Heaven himself if he were here!"
He stood there, puffed up like a peacock, practically spitting with rage. If arrogance was an aura, this guy was leaking it like a busted faucet.
To the untrained eye, you'd think Su Qing was the one in charge, not the guy who just barged into someone else's courtyard and started screaming.
Qin Yuan slowly stepped forward. His face calm. Cold.
"Are you done?" he asked, voice flat.
"Also the fucks wrong with your mouth? Did you eat garbage for breakfast? Your breath smells worse than pig shit."
Su Qing flinched.
"You—you dare insult me?!"
"What, you think you're special?"
Qin Yuan didn't wait for an answer. He drove his foot into Su Qing's stomach, sending the man flying backwards like a sack of flour.
Boom!
Su Qing hit the ground with a sickening thud.
The courtyard fell dead silent.
A few disciples in the crowd dropped their snacks.
"What… the hell just happened?"
"Did… Qin Yuan just kick him?"
"That's not possible. He used to be scared to even raise his voice around Su Qing."
Everyone looked like they'd seen a ghost.
Until now, Qin Yuan was known for one thing—being Su Mengyao's pathetic lapdog. He bowed, scraped, and sacrificed for her. And by extension, Su Qing ran wild with immunity.
Today?
That immunity had just been revoked.
Su Qing staggered to his feet, face red and trembling. "You're dead, Qin Yuan! You'll never get my sister now!"
He pointed a shaky finger, his voice cracking like a chicken about to cry.
Qin Yuan stepped forward again—then smacked him across the face.
Then again.
And again.
He followed with a hard kick between the legs, folding Su Qing like a cheap chair.
"Your sister?" Qin Yuan's tone was sharp. "What about her?"
He stared down at Su Qing like he was nothing more than dirt.
"If it weren't for me, your little Su family would still be nobodies."
"If it weren't for me, your sister wouldn't have even made it into the Holy Land."
"You think you're someone important? Without me, you wouldn't even dare look me in the eye."
"I gave your family status. I gave your sister resources. And what did I get?"
"She turned around and used it all to support another man behind my back."
Qin Yuan sneered.
"If I fed those same resources to a dog, at least it would know to wag its tail."
"But her? She takes what's mine and pretends to be innocent."
The crowd sucked in a breath.
"Did he just say Su Mengyao has a side piece?"
"That can't be real… right?"
"Bro, that's the fiancée of Qin Batian's grandson. If that's true—"
Someone whistled under their breath. "The entire Su family's done for."
Su Qing clutched his face. "Shut up! You're lying! My sister would never cheat!"
Crack!
Another slap shut him up.
"You think I need your permission to speak?"
He stared at Su Qing like he was already dead.
Su Qing looked up, red-faced and trembling. His mouth opened—then shut again. He looked more like a pufferfish than a human.
Qin Yuan sighed. "God, you're annoying."
Then he kept going. No mercy. A few more slaps, a few more stomps.
Every hit felt like karma.
…
"Finally!"
"Thank the heavens!"
"Someone shut that guy up!"
The crowd erupted in applause. Elders, outer disciples, inner disciples—everyone joined in.
Su Qing had made plenty of enemies over the years. Bullied weaker disciples. Abused his sister's status. Took whatever he wanted and rubbed it in everyone's faces.
And he'd gotten away with all of it because Qin Yuan had simped so hard for Su Mengyao that he let everything slide.
Thanks to his endless generosity, the Su family had gone from nobodies to a top-tier family practically overnight. And their disciples? Utterly unbearable.
Especially the ones inside the Holy Land. They strutted around like peacocks and stomped on anyone without a background.
Some of them—even Su Qing—had committed crimes. Ugly ones. The kind that usually got people killed.
But today, it felt like the tide had turned.
The news spread like wildfire: Qin Yuan beat Su Qing half to death in public.
People couldn't believe it.
…
Long Yan, another Holy Son and peer of Qin Yuan, stood frozen.
He rubbed his eyes.
"Am I hallucinating?"
"That's… that's not the Qin Yuan I know."
The man in front of him wasn't a lovestruck fool. He was tall, calm, dangerous.
He radiated a pressure Long Yan had never felt from him before.
That was the bearing of a true heir. A future Emperor.
…
Even the elders watching looked rattled.
"Is this real? The Holy Son just beat Su Qing?"
"Wasn't he obsessed with Su Mengyao?"
"Not anymore, it seems."
"Did you see that kick to his family jewels? I think I heard something crack."
They all winced in unison.
…
"P-please… stop… please…" Su Qing sobbed, curled into the fetal position.
Qin Yuan stepped back, brushing his hands clean like he'd just taken out the trash.
"Do you know who you are?"
"M-my… mistake…" Su Qing mumbled, barely conscious.
Qin Yuan just stared down at him.
"You'll remember this next time."
But he wasn't done—not by a long shot.
If this world wanted him to play the villain? Fine.
He'd be the kind of villain the protagonists would wish they never met.
Suddenly, a crisp mechanical voice rang in his mind.
[ Host's will has been recognized. The Fate Villain System is now awakening… ]
[ 1%… 70%… 99%… ]
Ding!
System binding complete.
[ In this world, Sons of Luck rise unchecked—blessed by fate, trampling the weak, turning cause into chaos. The people suffer. Beasts seethe with hatred. This system exists for one purpose and that's to help you crush all the Sons of Luck. ]
[ Plot thread detected. You have officially entered the narrative… ]
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