Xiao Fan transmigrated.
Coming to terms with that reality took him two and a half days.
He awoke in the body of the heir to the Xiao Clan, a venerable cultivation family whose ancestors had once produced an Ascendant. As the clan's scion, he inherited the full weight of that legacy.
And his own talent? Unquestionable.
A prodigy among cultivators, he formed his Golden Core at the age of twelve, and many believed he would step into the Nascent Soul Realm before his thirtieth year.
Such aptitude sparked a storm of competition among the great sects.
But Xiao Fan had no intention of joining any of them. His plan was simple: stay within the clan, cultivate quietly, and avoid trouble. The world is vast. Why not enjoy the comfort of home?
Unfortunately, fate had other ideas.
Taixuan Holy Land, a supreme power, extended him an offer he couldn't refuse.
Eighty thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones, granted every month.
Unlimited cultivation pills, free to consume at will.
Personal instruction from Core Elders, available at any moment.
Access to the Sacred Grounds, the secret realms, and the entire Scripture Vault.
From the moment he joined, he would be named Holy Son. And if his cultivation reached its peak, he might one day become the Holy Master.
Who in the world could decline such a thing?
And so, with reluctant steps and misted eyes, Xiao Fan bid farewell to his parents and joined the holy land.
As the heir of the Xiao Clan, he stood at the center of his family's admiration. Elders respected him. Juniors revered him. The entire clan treated him like a rising sun.
There were no cliché pitfalls—no crippled dantian, no cancelled engagement, no scheming elders waiting in the shadows.
The clan was united. Unprecedentedly so.
Until the age of eighteen, Xiao Fan truly believed he had been given a flawless start.
Then, one morning, a strange voice echoed through his Soul Sea.
[Heaven-Fated Villain System has successfully bound to host.]
[Fate Assessment: Host bears the destiny of a cannon-fodder side character, doomed to fall. To survive, host must harvest the fortune of the Child of Destiny, wed the Daughter of Luck, and ascend as the Supreme Villain of the Myriad Realms.]
[The Heaven-Fated Villain System is now at your service, escorting you down the glorious path of villainy.]
It took Xiao Fan a long moment to understand what this meant.
His perfect start… came at a price.
His clan's unity. His exalted birthright. His prodigious talent. These were not blessings—they were flags.
Because he wasn't a Child of Destiny.
Everyone familiar with the workings of cultivation worlds knew the truth: only villains came from clans this harmonious.
There was only one explanation—
He and his clan were the perfect antagonists. The designated stepping stones, fated to be trampled beneath the feet of some Heaven-blessed protagonist.
[Upon encountering a Child of Destiny, the system will deliver relevant intelligence. Host may choose a course of action accordingly. Completing system missions will yield generous rewards.]
[Slaying the Child of Destiny is this system's sacred duty.]
[Novice Gift Pack dispatched. Reward: Supreme Qi Technique — Divine Elephant Suppression Force.]
[Divine Elephant Suppression Force: A supreme cultivation art from the Saint-King World. Trains both body and Qi. Even without spiritual roots, one may attain sainthood through raw force alone. A true cheat-tier technique.]
Now this was a proper system.
Xiao Fan hadn't even asked, yet it delivered a reward—and not a minor one, either.
So the rewards would be high-grade. Excellent. Now then—where was the Child of Destiny?
His sword had already grown thirsty.
[Newbie Side Mission: Gain leverage over someone and say, "You wouldn't want this to get out, would you?" Instill fear. Assert control.]
[No time limit. Completion refreshes the reward pool. No punishment for failure.]
…The system is, perhaps, a little unscrupulous.
But Xiao Fan didn't think much of it. It wasn't like he could walk up to someone and just blurt that out.
He stepped out of his eighty-thousand-square-foot Holy Son's Palace, ready to begin a new day.
"Greetings, Holy Son," two crisp voices rang out in unison.
At the gate stood a pair of twin sisters, assigned by the holy land to serve him in daily matters.
The older one was Lin Yuyue, the younger Lin Xinxin. Even by the standards of his past life, they would have been called nation-toppling beauties. In this world, they were without question peerless.
But they were more than beautiful. Both had reached the early-stage Golden Core Realm before the age of eighteen.
In actual battle, they could slay even late-stage Golden Core cultivators. They possessed beauty, talent, and combat strength in equal measure.
"No need for ceremony," Xiao Fan said with a smile. Waking up to such sights each morning… truly nourishing to the soul.
"Yes, Holy Son," the two replied sweetly.
"Will you be cultivating in the chamber today?" Yuyue asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.
Xiao Fan shook his head.
"Today isn't for cultivation," he said idly. "Today is for walking the mountains and watching the clouds."
What he really wanted was to scout for any Children of Destiny lurking about.
He paused. "Have there been any… interesting people around lately?"
"I mean the kind everyone underestimates… who still ends up doing the impossible."
That was the usual profile of a Heaven's Chosen.
The girls exchanged a confused look. They didn't quite understand, but still tried to think seriously.
After a moment, both shook their heads.
"Forgive us, Holy Son. We haven't heard of such a person."
"I see," Xiao Fan said casually. It had only been a passing question, after all.
…Hmm?
He suddenly turned his gaze toward a nearby immortal peak.
That mountain brimmed with spiritual energy. Towering ancient trees soared into the heavens. Spiritual cranes danced through the mist. Auspicious clouds swirled gently beneath a golden glow.
A scene worthy of an immortal realm.
And yet—beneath all that grandeur, Xiao Fan sensed something off.
He cultivated the Qi of Righteous Virtue, which gave him a natural sensitivity to demonic aura. Even the faintest wisp of evil could not escape his perception.
That mountain harbored a seductive, rosy-pink aura… alluring, dangerous.
"Whose mountain is that?" he asked.
Yuyue answered, "It was just assigned to the new Saintess, Su Yiyun."
"Su Yiyun?" Xiao Fan muttered. "That name sounds familiar."
"She's from the Su Clan—the one that was recently exterminated. Her innate talent doesn't match yours, but her comprehension is said to be extraordinary. She passed all trials and was made the Saintess."
Xiao Fan's expression remained calm, but a chill stirred in his gut.
His instincts whispered that she was not what she appeared to be.
"I'm going to pay the Saintess a visit," he said flatly. "You two remain here and cultivate."
With that, he flew into the air and glided toward her peak.
Saintess Peak had not yet been fortified. There were no guards, no barrier formations.
Xiao Fan concealed his aura and slipped inside.
What he found confirmed his suspicions.
Within the palace, a woman sat in meditation. Her features were flawless—elegant, ethereal, untouched by dust.
And yet, the aura radiating from her was far from righteous.
A seductive, demonic charm surrounded her—pink light that ensnared the soul with a single glance.
[Alert: Detected Daughter of Luck — Su Yiyun. Currently cultivating dual-cultivation demonic art: Secret Sutra of the Enchantress.]
[Following her clan's extermination, she fell into despair. In pursuit of power, she embraced depravity and took up the Secret Sutra of the Enchantress.]
[You now possess knowledge that the Saintess of Righteousness is secretly a demonic cultivator.]
[Option 1: Turn a blind eye.]
Reward: Nothing. Not even a grain of Spirit Sand.
[Option 2: Help her cover it up and provide support.]
Reward: Title unlocked—Loyal Simp. Rank: Top-Grade Fool.
[Option 3: Act the part of a true villain. Capture this leverage and say the words: "A righteous Saintess cultivating demonic arts? You wouldn't want this getting out, would you?"]
Reward: Five Elements Spirit Physique.
This wasn't even a choice.
To hesitate would be to insult Option Three.
"Three," Xiao Fan murmured coldly.
[Choice confirmed. Begin performance.]
He didn't rush.
He activated his Recording Stone, capturing the scene from every angle—evidence preserved in full.
Su Yiyun stirred.
Her eyes snapped open, her voice sharp and cold.
"Who's there?!"