Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate - Chapter 299

Chapter 299: Unworthy of the Inheritance Chapter 299: Unworthy of the Inheritance Jiang Chen’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he heard the system alerts.

Another 1000 points gone!

Wonderful!

A confident smile tugged at his lips.

Everything was going exactly as he had planned.

What was crucial now was that Gu Ran’s cultivation had not advanced.

Some events in the storyline required Gu Ran to reach certain milestones to progress further.

For example, the fierce battle inside the mountain peak involved the power of Dao Palace realm cultivators.

In the original plot crafted by Heavenly Fate, Gu Ran was meant to defeat three Dao Palace realm powerhouses, including Xu Yuqi and Ji Junhao.

He was also supposed to wipe out other demonic cultivators and demons, paving his way to the Dao Palace realm.

But in this reality, Gu Ran was still stuck in the Inquiring Journey realm!

So, Heavenly Fate, what’s your next move?

Jiang Chen wondered, a hint of amusement on his face.

How will you twist the narrative to help Gu Ran win this time?

His gaze shifted towards the mountain peak.

It was clear now-a grand inheritance was hidden within, fueling the intense battle inside.

After all, who would risk their life for nothing?

Perhaps I can seize the inheritance myself.

And while I’m at it, take control of the fighters inside, Jiang Chen thought with a smirk, readying himself to enter the mountain’s depths.

Suddenly-Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The ground shook violently, and the towering mountain trembled.

Moments later, a massive formation barrier appeared, sealing the entire mountain peak.

Oh, this is unexpected!

Jiang Chen’s eyebrows rose, a sharp glint in his eyes.

What could this mean?

Liu Xiong, busy collecting bodies, stopped mid-action, startled.

Without hesitation, he flew far from the mountain to a safer distance.

“What’s going on!?” Gu Ran’s grief-stricken face now showed shock as he looked up at the trembling mountain.

Suddenly, gasps filled the air.

From deep within the mountain, a powerful force blasted outward, throwing a group of people into the open.

It was Bao Xunwu and his fellow sect members from the Golden Proud Cult!

Rustle!

Rustle!

The group landed outside, confusion written all over their faces.

They glanced around, stunned.

Their eyes widened as they realized they were now outside the mountain, looking up at its colossal form.

The ranks of the Golden Proud Cult were clearly reduced after their internal conflicts.

Even so, Bao Xunwu and the two other Dao Palace realm cultivators were still alive, though injured.

Jiang Chen observed them carefully.

Their cultivation techniques made it clear-they were from the Golden Proud Cult, a sect famous for Body Cultivation and expertise in the Dao of Metal.

Infighting within the Golden Proud Cult?

Jiang Chen thought, his mind racing.

The treasure inside this mountain must be extraordinary.

He analyzed the scene further.

These people must be the cause of this unexpected turn of events.

But I can’t ignore the influence of Heavenly Fate, manipulating everything from the shadows.

The sheer adaptability of Heavenly Fate never ceased to amaze Jiang Chen.

The moment Gu Ran’s chance was lost, it had intervened, reshaping the storyline and setting new events in motion.

The shock among the people from the Golden Proud Cult soon subsided, and they steadied themselves.

“Damn it!” Bao Xunwu yelled in frustration as he rushed toward the barrier surrounding the mountain.

He unleashed his Dao Origin Power against it.

“Why was I forced out like this?!” But a loud, echoing bang stopped him as an invisible force pushed him back.

“What?!

Impossible!” Bao Xunwu shouted, his disbelief turning into anger.

To be so close to claiming the inheritance, only to be cast out-it was a bitter blow.

Suddenly, an ethereal voice echoed from within the mountain: “Such…

disappointment.” “You betray one another for the sake of inheritance.

While your desire for opportunities is understandable, ignoring the threat of powerful enemies is unforgivable.” “You are unworthy of this inheritance.

Leave now.

Reflect on your actions and face the consequences.” The voice was ancient and otherworldly, filling the air with an eerie stillness.

“Is someone alive inside the mountain?!” a startled cultivator from the Golden Proud Cult asked.

“No, it’s not a living being,” another replied.

“It’s some kind of special mechanism, but I don’t know exactly what it is.” The group’s mood darkened further, their emotions shifting between anger, unease, and frustration.

At that moment, Jiang Chen heard a calm voice in his mind-Nangong Wan’s.

“It’s called a ‘Sub-soul.’ A fragment of a soul stripped of emotion, designed to survive within formations.

Its only role is to deliver pre-recorded messages.” Jiang Chen thought to himself, So, it’s basically a pre-set ‘program.’ A million years ago, the Prosperous Stone Immortal Star abandoned the Immortal Martial Continent, leaving behind deep resentment among the cultivators who were forsaken.

Betrayal during desperate times is something almost impossible to forgive.

The Golden Proud Cult’s greed had blinded them, leading to infighting.

With the mountain’s formation already under attack by demons and demonic cultivators, this chaos triggered the “program,” forcing the Golden Proud Cult out and stripping them of their chance to claim the inheritance.

Now, the inheritance was perfectly set for Gu Ran to take.

Under normal conditions, Gu Ran, still at the Inquiring Journey realm, would not even be a contender.

Yet, with the way events had unfolded, it was clear that Heavenly Fate was shaping the narrative, creating opportunities out of the impossible.

Jiang Chen reflected on this, his thoughts sharpening.

The influence of Heavenly Fate made it clear that anything could happen.

This reaffirmed his cautious approach-careful, methodical, and patient.

Confronting Gu Ran directly was out of the question.

Instead, Jiang Chen likened his strategy to boiling a frog in lukewarm water, slowly and steadily.

Any sudden move could provoke a harsh counter from Heavenly Fate.

At that moment, the cultivators of the Golden Proud Cult shifted their focus to Liu Xiong, who stood a short distance away.

Bao Xunwu’s voice was filled with fury.

“Old man, what are you doing here?” “Are you the one behind the chaos inside this peak?” “You scoundrel!

Today, I’ll make sure you suffer a fate worse than death!” Bao Xunwu’s rage was like a storm, and his eyes locked onto Liu Xiong.

To him, Liu Xiong was the perfect target to vent his pent-up anger and frustration.

From the distance, Gu Ran’s eyes fixated on Liu Xiong, a dark surge of killing intent flooding through him.

Kill him.

End him, he thought maliciously.

To Gu Ran, Liu Xiong wasn’t just another obstacle-he was the ever-present spy for the Heavenly Gu Society and the constant thorn hindering his progress.

Gu Ran knew that even if Liu Xiong fell, another adversary would take his place.

Yet, the thought of watching Liu Xiong’s demise gave him a cruel sense of satisfaction.

But fate had different plans.

A sharp, disdainful voice shattered the tense silence.

“How dare an insignificant sect like the Golden Proud Cult target someone from my illustrious Purple Heaven Holy Land!” Moments later, a powerful group arrived, their presence casting an imposing shadow over the battlefield.

The new arrivals were unmistakably from the Purple Heaven Holy Land.  Leading the group was Ji Mingxiu, flanked by Liu Mei and Han Xu.

Behind them stood seven Dao Comprehension realm Elders, accompanied by numerous Inquiring Journey realm experts.

A faint smirk crossed Jiang Chen’s lips.

Finally, he thought.

He had refrained from stepping in to help Liu Xiong precisely because he knew Ji Mingxiu and his group would arrive at the perfect moment.

“Purple Heaven Holy Land?” Bao Xunwu’s expression darkened as he stared intently at Ji Mingxiu and his entourage, an uncertain glint in his eyes.

Just then, a muscular, bald Dao Palace realm cultivator from the Golden Proud Cult let out a derisive laugh.

“Purple Heaven Holy Land?

So what?” “We have three Dao Palace cultivators just like you.

Why should we fear you?” His voice grew angrier as he continued, “It’s because of your interference that we were thrown out of the mountain just as we were about to claim the inheritance!” The man’s fiery gaze locked onto Ji Mingxiu, unrelenting.

“Ji Mingxiu of the Purple Heaven Holy Land, don’t you think you owe us an explanation?” His fury burned brightly, refusing to waver.