CHAPTER 115: CHAPTER 115 - ZHAO CHEN’S FIRST MEETING WITH A HEROINE

’System,’ Tianlong thought, his cock twitching inside Feng as more information flowed through their bond, ’show me the villain perks. Everything I’ve gained by choosing this path.’

[VILLAIN SYSTEM ACTIVATED]

Primary Abilities:

Fate Consumption: Steal destiny points from protagonists; +10% cultivation speed per point. (Current: 0)

Heavenly Defiance: Immune to karmic backlash; corrupt righteous cultivators (75% reduced intervention).

Harem Corruption: Turn compatible women into servants; stolen heroines gain +50% power. No bond limit.

Villainy Amplification: Abilities gain "Domination" mode; impose submission on defeated foes.

Plot Armor Penetration: Bypass protagonist luck; +10x damage to "chosen ones"; steal techniques.

Advanced Perks:

Soul Corruption Engine: Generate points from domination; spend to advance realms. (Current: 2,847)

Fate Thread Manipulation: Alter destiny connections; sever heroine-protagonist bonds.

Absolute Dominion Field: 10-mile radius where Host’s will is law; +500% cultivation speed inside.

Nightmare Cultivation: Advance by traumatizing enemies; convert fear to qi.

Villain’s Harem Network: Share insights instantly; channel combined harem power.

Destiny Override: Force one event monthly; alter minor past events (24-hour limit).

Unlocked Techniques:

Heart Demon Whisper: Plant corrupting thoughts.

Soul Chain Binding: Enslave through domination.

Fate Severing Blade: Cut protagonist advantages.

Corruption Seed: Turn sects into servants.

Heaven’s Mockery: Use enemy techniques perfectly.

Reality Enforcement: Conform reality to desires.

Probability Theft: Redirect luck to Host/allies.

New Bloodline: Tyrant Emperor

Authority over lower cultivators.

Establish monarchy; subjects gain power for loyalty.

Rebellion impossible for vassals. ]

Tianlong’s eyes blazed brighter as the full scope of his transformed abilities settled into his consciousness.

The Villain System hadn’t just given him new techniques—it had fundamentally altered the rules of reality around him.

Feng gasped against his shoulder, her cultivation suddenly surging as his enhanced qi flooded through their connection. "T-Tianlong... what’s happening? Your energy... it’s so much stronger than before..."

He smiled, the expression carrying dark promise as he tightened his embrace, his cock still buried deep in her pussy as he seemed to feel his wife clearly trembling, calming himself down, giving her neck a kiss, rubbing her back.

The red glow of his eyes intensified as more system windows appeared, showing him the exact locations of every protagonist, every heroine, every major sect leader across the realm.

His Absolute Dominion Field was already expanding, and he could sense the subtle changes it was making—cultivators across the southern territories suddenly finding their thoughts turning toward submission, wondering what it would be like to serve a true Emperor.

’Zhao Chen,’ he thought, feeling Feng’s pussy clench around him as her own breakthrough accelerated under the influence of his transformed power.

The name echoed in his mind like a distant thunderclap, pulling his focus toward the one figure he wanted to screw over patiently now.

Tianlong closed his eyes, the world around him fading as his enhanced vision—amplified by the Villain System’s Plot Armor Penetration and Fate Thread Manipulation—traveled outward like a divine arrow.

It pierced through miles of forest, over jagged peaks and blooming valleys born from the tribulation’s aftermath, until it finally settled on a secluded cave entrance far to the east.

There, emerging from the shadows, was Zhao Chen.

In the dim glow of the cave’s mouth, Zhao Chen stretched his broad shoulders, feeling the familiar hum of the middle Soul Formation cultivation’s bottleneck loosening, as if he were nearing a breakthrough, settling into his meridians like a well-fitted armor.

He had received an opportunity while lost in that dimension, which somehow ended up containing high-quality spiritual herbs and elixirs.

The air was crisp with the scent of ancient stone and a newly found technique he stumbled upon within the depths of a cave and faint spiritual herbs.

Beside him, a young boy—no more than twelve, with wide eyes and a mop of unruly hair—chattered excitedly, his small frame buzzing with the energy only children possessed.

"So your sister is not married?" Zhao Chen asked casually, his bronze eyes glinting with mild curiosity as they stepped out into the fading sunlight.

The boy had been prattling on about his family during their shared rest in the cave, and Chen found himself oddly invested—perhaps because it distracted him from the nagging thoughts of his own complicated lineage.

The little boy shook his head vigorously, his face lighting up with pride. "No, of course not. She always says how she is married to her duties and always takes care of the Emperor."

Zhao Chen’s lips quirked into an internal smile, though outwardly he maintained his composed facade.

’That old man. Not that I recall,’ he thought, a flicker of amusement crossing his mind.

The last time he’d seen his grandfather, Zhao Tianlong, the once-mighty Emperor had been a withered shell—poisoned, imprisoned, and left to rot in a dungeon by Zhao Wuji’s schemes.

Chen had felt a pang of pity then, mixed with the resentment of a grandson abandoned to fend for himself.

But there had been something odd about the old man in those final moments—a subtle shift, as if the dying emperor’s eyes had sharpened, his body hinting at a youthfulness that defied his age.

Chen had dismissed it as a trick of the dim light, but now, with rumors swirling of impossible ascensions, it nagged at him like an unsolved riddle.

Shaking off the thought, Chen emerged fully from the cave, blinking against the brighter light of the outside world.

The forested hillside stretched before them, dotted with wild spirit beasts and the faint glow of natural qi veins.

But what caught his attention immediately was the figure waiting at the base of the path: Zhao Wuji, his treacherous uncle, standing with a young woman beside him.

"Zhao Chen, father has recovered, he has reached Great Vehicle Realm and also...." Zhao Wuji clearly trembling, given his dantian was shattered, but somehow he was still alive.

Instantly came to meet Zhao Chen, given he was the only one right now who could handle that old man from killing him.

Zhao Wuji had intentionally brought Fairy Yu Xiang too given how she being an ambitious woman wanted to meet Emperor and he wanted to meet Chen whom Yu Xiang promised to make fall for her—she was after all a woman no man could ignore.

It was a mutual deal where he survives, might also get some favor from his father who is about to ascend and if not Zhao Chen will become his guard once he starts to dance to Fairy Yu Xiang’s finger.

’!’

But it appeared Zhao Wuji wasn’t able to speak, as he felt a sharp glare and a killing intent that caused him to press his mouth shut, looking down and breaking into a sweat.

It appears his plan to bring Fairy Yu Xiang worked but not in his favor.

Zhao Chen’s breath caught for a moment, his golden hair shifting slightly in the breeze as he took in her beauty.

She was stunning in a way that transcended mortal allure—long raven hair cascading like a midnight waterfall, eyes of deep violet that seemed to hold the secrets of forgotten stars, skin like polished jade with a subtle luminescence that hinted at hidden power.

Her figure was elegantly curved, not overtly voluptuous but perfectly proportioned, clad in flowing robes of silver and blue that accentuated her graceful movements.

There was an air of quiet ambition about her, a sharpness in her gaze that made Chen’s pulse quicken with both attraction and intrigue.

"Fairy Yu Xiang," Chen said, his voice steady but laced with the pull he felt toward her.

He had heard of her—a rising star among the rogue cultivators, known for her cunning strategies and unyielding drive.

But seeing her in person... it was like staring at a forbidden treasure, her beauty stirring something primal in him.

She smirked, shaking her head slightly, the motion causing a subtle ripple through her hair.

The action made Chen’s stomach twist—not with fear, but with a sudden, inexplicable shake of his confidence.

There was dismissal in that smirk, a knowing glint in her violet eyes that said she saw right through him, through his poised exterior to the lust simmering beneath.

’Damn,’ Chen thought, his gaze lingering on the subtle swell of her breasts beneath her robes, the way her hips swayed just enough to draw the eye.

He felt a surge of desire, his body responding despite himself, but his mind, as shrewd as ever, processed everything.

’She’s ambitious, alright. Came here sniffing after power, probably heard about Grandfather’s supposed ascension from Wuji and wants a piece. But gods, that body... I could help her. Show her what a real man can offer.’