LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 19:
Chapter 19: Suppressing the Chosen of Fortune and Seizing His Luck:
Lin Xiuran was left nearly speechless by the Right Guardian’s sharp rebuke. His face turned even paler, while the oppressive aura from the Right Guardian bore down on him with increasing intensity.
The Right Guardian sneered, “You’re merely a disciple of the Holy Land. Who do you think you are to question the Holy Son’s decisions?”
Lin Xiuran, feeling Leng Yue’s presence behind him, forced himself to stay composed. Despite the mounting pressure and the Right Guardian drawing closer, he refused to retreat a single step.
He tried to reason, saying, “Even the Holy Son does not have the authority to…”
“Silence!” Su Mo’s voice cut him off coldly.
The Right Guardian, ever loyal, took Su Mo’s cue and struck without hesitation.
Slap!
Before Lin Xiuran could react, his handsome face was struck hard by an open palm. The force sent him flying like a broken kite, crashing into a stone pillar at the corner of the palace before collapsing to the ground.
Thud.
His face burned with pain, but Lin Xiuran had no time to dwell on it.
What shocked him more was that he couldn’t even see how the Right Guardian had moved.
The realization hit him hard: the Right Guardian’s strength was unfathomable. He had no chance to resist, no way to even gauge the opponent’s level of power.
Humiliation welled up inside Lin Xiuran. He had always been a proud genius, guided by his powerful, otherworldly master. Even after joining the Absolute Void Holy Land, he was hailed as an exceptional talent.
Yet today, he had been utterly humiliated, slapped and discarded like a commoner.
“You—!”
Leng Yue’s beautiful eyes widened in shock as she saw Lin Xiuran sent flying. Her body trembled with rage.
The Right Guardian, who had once lowered himself to persuade her to meet the Holy Son, was now acting so arrogantly and viciously right in front of her!
“And what of it?” The Right Guardian didn’t even spare Lin Xiuran a glance after the slap.
He turned to Leng Yue and said coldly, “Did you really think my courtesy before was out of respect for you?
If not for the Holy Son’s favor, do you think someone like you, a mere disciple, would even have the right to speak to me?
You have ten breaths to leave this place. After that, whether you live or die will be beyond my concern.”
His sneer was chilling, the perfect caricature of a villain’s lackey.
“You will not touch her!”
Ignoring the intense pain coursing through his body, Lin Xiuran pushed himself up and charged forward like an arrow, placing himself protectively in front of Leng Yue. His rage had reached its peak, and he seemed ready to sacrifice everything.
Su Mo, watching from the side, raised an eyebrow in intrigue.
He suddenly noticed that the golden aura of fortune surrounding Lin Xiuran had thinned slightly after the slap. A wisp of the golden energy drifted toward Su Mo, merging seamlessly into his body.
Su Mo didn’t resist the energy. As it entered his body, he felt a surge of power and a profound clarity in his mind.
Amazing.
He marveled at the sensation.
His cultivation, which had just made a breakthrough into the 6th stage Profound Core Realm, instantly stabilized. There was even a faint sense of reaching the seventh level.
“So this is the benefit of absorbing fortune,” Su Mo thought, a smirk forming on his lips.
He had previously assumed fortune simply made the protagonists lucky, but now he realized it had tangible effects.
With just a small wisp of fortune, his strength had surged significantly.
“No wonder these so-called Chosen of Destiny can grow stronger so quickly, rivaling even ancient monsters who’ve cultivated for millennia.
Back when I read the novel, I thought it was ridiculous. But experiencing it firsthand… everything now makes sense.”
Su Mo’s grin widened as he pieced it all together.
As a villain, his ability to suppress these protagonists and absorb their fortune was both satisfying and practical.
“This will be fun,” he thought. “It seems my destiny as a villain is set in stone. From now on, I’ll walk the path of suppressing and stealing fortune from these so-called heroes.”
Meanwhile, Lin Xiuran, shielding Leng Yue, growled angrily, “Yue’er, let’s leave!”
He knew his current strength was no match for the Right Guardian, let alone the nearby Left Guardian or the powerful Holy Son.
His pride had taken a severe hit, but staying any longer would only bring more humiliation.
Leng Yue nodded silently, prepared to leave with Lin Xiuran.
“Wait!”
The Right Guardian extended a hand to block their path.
Suppressing his fury, Lin Xiuran demanded, “You wanted us gone. What more do you want?”
The Right Guardian sneered, “As the Saintess, Leng Yue enjoyed resources that are the envy of even top disciples. That was acceptable when she held the title.
But now that her title has been revoked, the resources issued to her this month must be returned.
I recall they were distributed this morning. Hand them over!”
Hearing this, both Lin Xiuran and Leng Yue frowned deeply.
The monthly resources allocated to the Saintess were extraordinarily abundant.
By comparison, the Holy Land’s elite disciples could only earn a single Spirit Yuan Pill after completing dangerous missions.
In contrast, the Saintess received ten bottles of Spirit Yuan Pills monthly, along with a hundred high-grade spirit stones, one supreme-grade spirit stone, advanced techniques, and countless other cultivation resources.
Without these resources, Lin Xiuran’s injuries would take far longer to heal, and their cultivation progress would slow significantly.
Reluctance flashed in their eyes as they realized the implications.
The Right Guardian, noticing their hesitation, sneered, “What’s this? You reject the Holy Son but still want to enjoy the resources he fought to provide? Leng Yue, are you trying to play both sides, pretending to be virtuous while reaping the benefits?
Besides, the Holy Son is only asking for this month’s resources. Consider the previous months’ as gifts, because you could never repay them!”
His scornful tone and harsh words crushed any remaining dignity Leng Yue had.
Lin Xiuran clenched his fists tightly, his voice trembling with rage as he shouted, “Yue’er, give it to him!”