“Yue’er! Give it back!”
Lin Xiuran’s voice rose in anger, shouting with force.
Leng Yue cast a bitter glance at the Absolute Void Holy Land’s Holy Son standing not far away.
She could not have anticipated that the Holy Son, once so subservient, would act with such ruthless decisiveness this time.
Not only had he ordered her eviction from Bixiao Peak, but now he sought to reclaim the cultivation resources she had received.
The humiliation she had endured today was unbearable, leaving her feeling wronged and unable to vent her frustrations.
“Fine, take it all back!”
Leng Yue spoke coldly, flipping her hand to produce an exquisitely crafted storage ring, which she then threw to the ground in defiance.
Lin Xiuran, seeing that the situation could not end peacefully, erupted in fury.
“Fine! Fine! I never expected the Absolute Void Holy Land’s Holy Son, inheritor of an ancient legacy, to be so petty. Mark my words, today’s humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold in the future! Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don’t look down on…”
“Silence!”
Before Lin Xiuran could finish his iconic declaration, a cold command rang out.
It was Su Mo who spoke.
Right after his words fell, the Right Guardian, ever ready to act, raised his hand.
Slap!
A crisp slap echoed through the palace, cutting off Lin Xiuran mid-sentence.
Lin Xiuran was sent flying again, his cheek swelling into a fiery red hue with hints of blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.
At this rate, a few more slaps, and his once-handsome face would undoubtedly resemble that of a pig.
Inwardly, Su Mo cursed the original author.
“Damn it! That hack writer just keeps buffing these characters!”
The moment Lin Xiuran had started his declaration, Su Mo had noticed a shocking phenomenon.
The golden aura of fortune surrounding Lin Xiuran began to boil and surge, glowing ever brighter as if ready to explode.
In Su Mo’s eyes, Lin Xiuran’s golden fortune had started to skyrocket uncontrollably.
The infamous “thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west” line wasn’t just dramatic—it was a direct trigger for the protagonist’s destiny to soar.
Realizing this, Su Mo immediately gave the order to interrupt, commanding the Right Guardian to slap Lin Xiuran back into reality and halt his “casting.”
Sure enough, the moment the slap landed, the surging golden aura around Lin Xiuran deflated like a punctured balloon.
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The force of the slap sent Lin Xiuran crashing into a wall, leaving a massive crack in the palace’s structure.
Dazed and disoriented, Lin Xiuran struggled to make sense of what had happened.
“Hmm?”
Su Mo’s eyes glinted with interest as he noticed something intriguing.
Not only had Lin Xiuran’s golden fortune subsided, but a portion of it had broken away, drifting toward Su Mo.
“Excellent!”
Su Mo’s eyes lit up.
The golden aura of fortune, as precious as it was, flowed into Su Mo’s body like a silken ribbon.
It swirled around him, light and delicate, before merging seamlessly into his form.
Once again, a profound and mysterious sensation coursed through Su Mo’s body.
He closed his eyes to savor the feeling.
In just moments, he could sense that his cultivation had surged once more.
The barrier between the 6th and 7th stage Profound Core Realm, previously a firm obstacle, now seemed like a fragile membrane ready to be pierced with ease.
“This… this is incredible. So much better than regular cultivation!”
Su Mo couldn’t help but revel in the experience.
Now understanding the true value of suppressing the so-called Chosen of Fortune, Su Mo turned his attention back to Lin Xiuran, who was still sprawled on the ground.
“This one’s fortune is too good to waste,” Su Mo thought with a smirk.
He then declared coldly, “A mere disciple of the Holy Land dares to utter such bold words in front of me? How ignorant of your place. Continue slapping him!”
The Right Guardian, eager to please, responded immediately, “As you command!”
With a surge of dark energy, the Right Guardian stretched out his hand.
Lin Xiuran, who had just managed to regain his footing, felt an overwhelming suction force dragging him toward the Right Guardian.
“What are you doing?!” Lin Xiuran roared, struggling desperately to break free.
Slap!
Another resounding slap echoed as Lin Xiuran was flung across the palace again.
Before he could hit the ground, the Right Guardian’s power yanked him back like a yo-yo, only to send him flying with another slap.
Slap! Slap!
The rhythmic sound of slapping filled the air, creating a “melodic” sequence of humiliation.
“You… you’ve gone too far!”
Lin Xiuran’s swollen face was barely recognizable as he shouted through gritted teeth.
But his protests did nothing to stop the Right Guardian, who continued his task with mechanical precision.
The humiliation was unbearable for Lin Xiuran. He would have preferred a duel to the death over being treated like a rag doll.
What made it worse was the presence of Leng Yue, his childhood sweetheart, witnessing the entire ordeal.
“Master!” Lin Xiuran screamed internally, hoping for salvation.
However, the ring on his finger flickered faintly before falling silent.
Su Mo, observing this, chuckled softly to himself.
“So this is the fabled golden cheat of a Chosen of Fortune—a mysterious ring containing an old master?
But even this so-called master doesn’t dare reveal his strength within the Absolute Void Holy Land.”
A sly grin crossed Su Mo’s face. He resolved to destroy Lin Xiuran’s “golden cheat” sooner or later.
Slap! Slap!
The rhythmic slapping continued unabated.
With each strike, more of Lin Xiuran’s golden fortune splintered off and flowed into Su Mo.
As Su Mo absorbed the fortune, his cultivation soared.
The barrier to the 7th stage Profound Core Realm shattered effortlessly, and his cultivation solidified at the new stage.
But it didn’t stop there.
In mere moments, Su Mo’s strength began climbing toward the 8th stage.
“Being a villain is truly rewarding,” Su Mo mused, delighted by the rapid gains.
“If this continues, I wouldn’t mind slapping this Chosen of Fortune for an eternity!”