Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate-Chapter 336: A Ruined Big Moment

Then, the first pawn who had spoken earlier suddenly called out, his eyes gleaming. "Senior Shao Ji! Think about it—Mo Hao’s family went to the front lines. Do you really think they wouldn’t plan ahead? There’s no way they’d just leave their treasures out in the open, waiting to be stolen!"

He grinned, as if he had already solved the puzzle. "The so-called stolen treasures? Just worthless scraps. The real valuables? Mo Hao still has them."

A wave of realization swept through the crowd. Faces lit up with understanding.

"Exactly!" Shao Ji said, nodding. "Mo Hao’s family isn’t stupid."

"So the rat actually has a way to survive," someone muttered.

Shao Ji scoffed. "Surviving is one thing. But we can’t let the demon get its hands on those treasures—that would be a real disaster for us."

His gaze swept over the three other Transcendence realm cultivators. "A lot of us have unfinished business with Mo Hao. Why not settle it together? We hunt him down, take the treasures, and split them."

Jiang Chen’s pawn had done his job well. By now, no one doubted that Mo Hao was alive. And the idea of his hidden treasures had sparked something dangerous—greed.

"Why wait?" someone said eagerly. "Those treasures should belong to us, not some washed-up brat like Mo Hao."

"Exactly," another chimed in. "Leaving them in his hands would be a complete waste."

Shao Ji smirked. "Then it’s settled. According to our sources, the demon army has been pushed back for now. Only a few stragglers remain. There’s no rush—we deal with Mo Hao first, then gather more information."

He and the others exchanged knowing looks. In that moment, they all reached the same unspoken agreement.

Mo Hao was as good as dead.

Just as they were about to set off, Jiang Chen sent his pawn in for one last move.

"Honorable seniors," the pawn called out, his voice carrying urgency. "Mo Hao may still be alive, but he won’t stick around for long. He’ll take the first chance he gets to escape back to human territory!"

He let the words sink in before continuing, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. "And where else would he go? The only human stronghold in the Pure Frost Domain is the Moon Plucking Heavenly Sect. It makes perfect sense—he has to come back here. All we need to do is wait."

Shao Ji raised an eyebrow. "Oh? That actually makes some sense." After a moment’s thought, he gave a slow nod. "Not bad."

His sharp gaze landed on the pawn. "You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. What’s your name?"

"Lu Jianbai," the pawn replied smoothly.

Shao Ji smirked. "Alright, Lu Jianbai. If your guess is right, I’ll take you under my wing. But if you’re wrong and we let Mo Hao slip past us… don’t think for a second I’ll let you off."

"Sounds reasonable," another voice chimed in.

"Lu Jianbai, we’ll trust you for now," someone else added. "But if you’re wrong, you’re dead."

Just as the words left his mouth, a flash of light streaked across the sky, catching the divine senses of Shao Ji and the other Transcendence realm cultivators.

"There he is!" Shao Ji’s eyes lit up with excitement. "That scoundrel Mo Hao! So he really is alive—and he came back!"

Grinning, he clapped Lu Jianbai on the shoulder. "Well done, Lu Jianbai. Looks like you were right. From now on, you’re with me." He had no idea the pawn was actually under Jiang Chen’s control.

Meanwhile, Mo Hao was approaching fast.

Hah! he smirked to himself. First, that scar-faced bastard tried to kill me. Then, the dark sprite demon came for my head. So these guys must’ve all thought I was done for.

They’re going to lose their minds when they see me alive!

Pretentious Points, here I come!

Buzzing with excitement, Mo Hao sped toward Moon Plucking Heavenly Mountain. Before long, he reached the outskirts of the Moon Plucking Heavenly Sect—only to spot Shao Ji and a whole group of cultivators already lined up at the entrance, waiting for him.

Grinning, he hovered above them. "Surprised, huh? What a bunch of fools!" he taunted, expecting gasps, shock, maybe even panic.

But… nothing.

No wide eyes. No jaws dropping. Not even a flicker of disbelief. Shao Ji and the others just stood there, looking at him like they’d been expecting this all along.

Mo Hao’s smile stiffened.

Wait… what?

They’re supposed to be stunned! They thought I was dead, didn’t they?

Why are they just standing there like this is normal?

A sinking feeling settled in his chest.

No way… did they already know I’d make it back alive? But how?

Frustration bubbled up inside him. His big moment—the dramatic return, the smug reveal—had been completely ruined! Not a single Pretentious Point gained!

Meanwhile, in Jiang Chen’s sea of consciousness, a string of system notifications rang out.

[Ding! You’ve slightly altered the plot, preventing Protagonist Mo Hao from showing off his survival and proving others wrong. Mo Hao’s Heavenly Fate Value has dropped by 1000 points!]

[Ding! You’ve earned 2000 points of Villain Value!]

A smirk tugged at Jiang Chen’s lips. Heh, I shut down his little performance and set the record straight.

And look at that… a whole 1000 points knocked off his Heavenly Fate Value?

His eyes narrowed slightly in thought. All he did was try to show off. He didn’t defeat anyone, didn’t gain any new power—so why such a huge loss?

When I killed Scarface, Mo Hao lost the same amount of Heavenly Fate Value, and that was a Transcendence realm opponent.

A theory began forming in Jiang Chen’s mind. Wait… could he actually have a system that rewards him for showing off? Does he get stronger the more he flaunts his achievements in front of others?

Piece by piece, the logic started falling into place.

Shaking off his thoughts, Jiang Chen focused back on the scene below.

Mo Hao had come back for one reason: to rub his survival in their faces and take revenge.

And Shao Ji? He and his crew were here for a different reason—to ambush Mo Hao and strip him of his treasures.

If left alone, things would follow a familiar pattern. They’d fight, Shao Ji and his men would get wrecked under the weight of Mo Hao’s so-called protagonist destiny, and the survivors would end up groveling at his feet.

Yeah, no. That’s not happening, Jiang Chen thought coldly. I won’t let him bask in his own glory.

It was time to step in.

Down below, Shao Ji finally broke the tense silence.

"Mo Hao," he called out, his tone mocking. "If you really escaped from the dark sprite demon, there’s only one explanation—you must have had some hidden treasures left behind by your family."

He smirked, eyes gleaming with greed. "You’ve done a good job keeping them secret, but your luck has run out. We know."

"Surrender your treasures now," he continued, voice dripping with menace. "Or prepare yourself for pain like you’ve never imagined."

"You heard him!" another Transcendence realm cultivator chimed in. "Hand them over, Mo Hao!"

"People like you don’t deserve such riches," sneered another. "Treasures belong in the hands of the strong!"

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"Mo Hao, didn’t your elders ever warn you?" someone chuckled darkly. "Wealth can bring disaster. Consider us your teachers today!"

"Give them up now, or you’ll learn what true suffering means!"

The hostility in the air thickened. One by one, the cultivators stepped forward, forming a tight circle around Mo Hao, their eyes gleaming with hunger.

They weren’t here for a friendly chat.

They were here to take everything.