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Villain Too Many Children of Destiny, I Choose to Lie Flat – Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Li Ming Got a Big Whooping

“Well, although I was a bit slow, the quality of the concoction isn’t too shabby.”

Bai Feng nodded, feeling pretty pleased—at least his hard work from the past few days paid off.

And hey, gotta admit, after awakening some semblance of intelligence, the Immortal Fire didn’t turn into a rebellious little brat. Nope, it acted more like an AI—doing simple reactions and learning to handle basic tasks.

Plus, it didn’t look remotely like an intelligent fireball anymore. Thank goodness.

That’s exactly what he needed; he wasn’t about to start from scratch raising some clueless little fire critter.

Honestly, the system is surprisingly considerate with rewards. If only it would stop forcing Luck Points into him like some overenthusiastic salesman—now that would be perfect.

Next stop: finding Yu Mo to practice swordsmanship.

Late at night, Li Ming tiptoed onto the flower ship, obeying the letter’s instructions. Quiet as a ninja, he avoided patrol guards by a hair, swiftly reaching the rendezvous spot.

“This should be it.”

Dressed in a black cloak, he almost completely blended into the darkness. First, he waited for the patrols to pass; then, from a shadowed corner, he slowly approached and gently pushed open the door to the meeting room.

Inside, it was pitch dark—except for a faint glow from a low-oil-lamp near the bed, revealing a woman sitting on it.

“Chun Er?”

Li Ming whispered softly.

The woman on the bed turned her head towards him and subtly raised her hand to her mouth, signaling him to stay silent.

Trying to contain his excitement, he hurried over: “Chun Er, I’ve come to rescue you! I’ve already schemed our escape route—just follow me and—”

Before he could finish, suddenly the room lit up like daytime, blinding him.

“Get him!”

A sweet voice chirped in his ear, and he snapped his eyes open. What he saw wasn’t Chun Er but a foreign woman he didn’t recognize.

Meanwhile, from every corner of the room, a dozen beefy men burst out, surrounding him.

“You’re not Chun Er—you who are?” Li Ming drew his longbow, pointing it at the woman on the bed. “What did you do to Chun Er?”

“Focus on yourself first,” she said calmly, unfazed by the bow. She rose from the bed with a sneer, “Take him down!”

At her command, the gangsters burst with Golden Core aura, reaching out to seize Li Ming’s shoulders.

“Oh, I underestimated you!”

Unfazed, Li Ming dodged a thug’s grasp with ease, quickly tightening his grip on the bow and swinging it at another’s head.

The other thugs also attacked, but Li Ming faced them head-on, allowing fists to land on him freely.

Clang!

One punch just made him step back a few paces, seemingly unhurt—probably the protective spiritual armor he wore.

Thanks to that boost, Li Ming, still in early Golden Core stage, managed to hold his own against five late-stage Golden Cores.

“Wow, a Cloud Piercing Sect genius, huh? Too bad your brain’s only half there—why chase after a woman when you could just find your junior sisters or senior sisters? Or are you so bad with women in your sect? Huh?”

The woman sat on the table, legs crossed, mocking him openly.

“Don’t you dare talk about Chun Er like that!”

Li Ming’s rage flared. But in that moment, the enemy saw his hesitation and struck—landing a punch right on his face.

His spiritual armor protected him, not taking damage, but still, that insult made his blood boil.

“Chun Er? You like her so much, why don’t you pay her ransom?” she sneered, leaning forward, supporting her chin with one hand. “No money, huh? If you rescue her, she’ll just suffer elsewhere. An unwealthy, unpowerful girl with a pretty face—how’s she supposed to survive in this world? Or maybe you’re planning to drag her into the Cloud Piercing Sect to enjoy blessings?”

Before Li Ming could retort, she kept going.

“Just saying, you’re just satisfying your own urges. When Chun Er dies, all you’ll do is go to her grave and mutter some mournful words.”

“You… I am not like that!”

Li Ming, annoyed and flustered by her words, kept making mistakes, and in the chaos, the five thugs hammered him mercilessly.

Normally, if he thought clearly, he’d realize she was spouting nonsense—trying to project her twisted ideas onto him. But caught in a fight, he was too distracted to think straight, and they lured him into their trap.

Seeing him about to buckle under the attack, she decided to throw her last, desperate blow:

“Sigh, truth be told, a genius raised in the sect like you is just naive. Do you really think Chun Er would like you?”

She jumped down from the table, wearing a mocking smile: “Look at yourself—are you handsome, or does your family have money and influence? Why would Chun Er ignore those noble young masters and pick you—the penniless, powerless guy? Just because you’re talented? Come on, a fresh-out-of-the-oven genius is worth nothing—likely to die in some secret realm someday. Who’s stupid enough to bet everything on someone like you, except for a reckless gambler?”

“Bullsh*t!” Li Ming’s eyes started to glow red. “Chun Er isn’t some shallow woman you’re talking about!”

Her laughter echoed as she mocked, “You act like you know her so well—have you even spoken to her besides writing letters?”

“Y-You…”

Struck speechless, Li Ming suddenly hesitated.

He realized—perhaps he’d never truly spoken to Chun Er. Did he even know her at all?

While lost in thought, a giant fist appeared in front of his face, and in the next moment, it struck him square in the face.

Click…

His protective inner armor, battered from multiple hits, finally cracked, fracturing visibly.

At that moment, Li Ming snapped back to his senses. Glaring fiercely at the woman, he spun around and bolted out of the room.

“Don’t let him run! Do you think this is a place you just walk in and walk out of?”

The five gangsters quickly closed in. With his armor shattered, Li Ming now bore several wounds.

But he refused to fight to the death—he even sacrificed his precious spiritual weapon on his feet. Cracks spiderwebbing across his shoes, he suddenly surged forward, his speed doubling. Enduring the onslaught, he burst through the flower ship’s window and plunged into the river below.

“Impressive, a Cloud Piercing Sect genius—still managed to escape,” the woman standing by the window marveled, gazing into the dark river. She’d planned to catch him, loot his spiritual tools and storage bag, then throw him out.

“Should we chase?”

One thug quietly asked.

“No need. We’re not losing anything anyway,” she replied with a shrug, not wanting to make this bigger than it was—lest the Holy Maiden herself come knocking.

Meanwhile, a notification popped up:

【Ding! Host’s scheming genius—using the Hundred Faced Saintess to manipulate Li Ming’s feelings, deceive his money, and then beat him up—awarded Luck Points +666, Early-stage Refining Achieved.】

Bai Feng, immersed in cultivation, blinked in confusion: “?”

Villain Too Many Children of Destiny, I Choose to Lie Flat

Villain Too Many Children of Destiny, I Choose to Lie Flat

反派:气运之子太多,我摆烂了, 反派:氣運之子太多,我擺爛了
Score 6.6
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Chinese
Bai Feng transmigrated—and he has a younger sister born with Immortal Bones. He initially thought that as long as he clung tightly to his sister’s thigh, he could live a carefree life in this perilous world of cultivation. Until he woke up one day to discover that his mother was preparing to extract his sister’s Immortal Bones and implant them into him. Only then did he realize he was holding the villain script! Right at that moment, the System appeared. As long as he targeted any Child of Destiny and seized the Child of Destiny’s providence value, he could receive generous rewards. At the same time, however, if he plundered too much providence, it would draw the Child of Destiny’s wariness—or even outright hostility. Looking at the three Children of Destiny in this single city, Bai Feng decided—forget it! Whoever wants to be the villain can go ahead; there are already three Children of Destiny in this one city alone. He didn’t even dare imagine how many Children of Destiny might exist across the entire world. So, when the sects were recruiting disciples, he avoided that sect full of Children of Destiny. He also steered clear of those professions they frequented. Every day, he would just draw some ecchi arts, listen to music, and do whatever he felt like. Many years later, Tianji Tower had the opportunity to interview some Children of Destiny who were close to Bai Feng, asking them for their thoughts on him: Child of Destiny A: “No one understands Bai Feng better than I do. He’s nothing like the rumours that claim he coveted the Immortal Bones out of selfishness. On the contrary, he has no interest in Immortal Bones and has secretly been protecting his sister all this time.” Child of Destiny B: “Many people call me a Child of Destiny, someone fated by the heavens. But in my opinion, Brother Bai is the true favored son of heaven. He’s warmhearted and upright, walking the path of immortality with an ordinary body.” Meanwhile, Bai Feng, who was watching this interview, slowly tapped out a ‘?’ They’re slandering me! And you bunch of Children of Destiny—stay away from me!

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