I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 309: Yan Yuntian

Less than an hour later, Wang Haoran arrived near an old residential building. With a sweep of his X-ray Vision, he locked eyes on his target—Xiao Ye.

He immediately summoned his system interface and ran a scan. It didn’t take long to get a result: Xiao Ye awakened a game livestream system.

The system’s mechanics were simple—by gathering viewership and popularity through live streaming, he could accumulate “Popularity Points,” which could then be spent in draws or exchanged for rewards.

But unfortunately for Xiao Ye, his Protagonist Halo was below one thousand. That meant his Luck Value was pitifully limited. The prizes and rewards he could get from the system were narrow in scope—strictly game-related and hardly threatening.

Compared to someone like Lin Chen—the prodigy-type protagonist who boasted nearly 3000 Halo Points—Xiao Ye was a joke. A sheep. A soft, defenseless sheep ripe for shearing.

Still, Wang Haoran didn’t have time to babysit a streamer and hire in-game actors day in, day out just to farm Villain Points off him.

He needed someone else to handle the legwork.

His newly recruited lackey, Jiang Gaoxuan, just so happened to still be in Qingling and had nothing better to do, which was perfect.

Wang Haoran wasn’t going to ask Jiang Gaoxuan to queue up and grief Xiao Ye in-game. That wasn’t his domain. Jiang Gaoxuan was a high-combat-power villain—a man of fists, not joysticks.

But defeating Xiao Ye didn’t require sabotaging his matches directly. All he needed was to cripple the guy’s ability to attract viewers, and there were far easier ways to do that.

For example, right when Xiao Ye’s stream begins, the internet suddenly goes out. Or, mid-game, he happens to glance at the window—and sees a ghostly face floating outside.

With Jiang Gaoxuan’s strength, having reached the Transformation Grandmaster realm, slipping in and out unnoticed was child’s play.

Having set his plan in motion, Wang Haoran personally met with Jiang Gaoxuan and handed him the task. By the time everything was arranged, it was already past 1 a.m.

Yet Wang Haoran felt no fatigue.

This was the benefit of cultivating a Hundred Years’ worth of True Qi. In twenty-four hours, he only needed a single hour to fully restore himself. It was far too early to rest.

And as the saying goes, life lies in motion.

He returned to his villa and casually made a call to summon Qiu Qianwei over.

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In a room steeped in ancient charm, Yan Yuntian sat cross-legged atop a prayer mat, his eyes gently shut. His sculpted features exuded a serene power, and a faint, invisible current of energy spiraled around his body, silent and steady.

As time passed, the current grew thicker, more solid. An invisible pressure began to build in the room.

Then, suddenly, his eyes flew open. Two sharp gleams of light pierced the air before slowly retracting back into the depths of his gaze.

A deep, almost primal laughter erupted from his chest, echoing off the wooden beams.

He had finally done it.

After countless days and nights of arduous cultivation, he had broken through.

Outside, a gentle knock came at the door.

The laughter faded, though the smile remained on his lips.

“Come in,” he said.

Two beautiful young women stepped through the door—one as gentle and pale as moonlight, the other radiant and dazzling as dawn. They were his personal maids: Yu Ning and Yun Xuan.

“Congratulations, Young Master,” they said in unison, eyes bright with admiration. “You’ve stepped into the Transformation Grandmaster realm!”

Yu Ning stepped forward, voice reverent. “Before the age of twenty, to reach the Grandmaster stage… among the younger generation, your talent is unmatched. Even that Jiang Gaoxuan from the Hidden Dragon and Rising Phoenix Ranking is no longer fit to be mentioned in the same breath.”

Yun Xuan added sweetly, “It’s not just talent. Even if Jiang Gaoxuan’s True Qi cultivation is higher on paper, in a real fight, he’d never be your equal.”

Indeed, Yan Yuntian cultivated a unique martial art. Though he possessed only fifty years of True Qi, his actual combat power could rival those with seventy or even eighty years of accumulated strength. Against someone like Jiang Gaoxuan? Not even close.

“Shall we pay Jiang Gaoxuan a visit and claim the top spot on the Hidden Dragon and Rising Phoenix Ranking?” Yu Ning teased, her tone playful. “It would be an effortless victory.”

“Titles like that mean nothing to me,” Yan Yuntian replied with a smirk. “What I seek is…”

He paused mid-sentence, gaze shifting to the two beauties before him.

Yu Ning and Yun Xuan immediately lowered their eyes, not daring to meet his stare.

“Not yet,” he said with a laugh that carried both mischief and dominance. “You don’t need to be nervous—your turn will come.”

His cultivation technique had always been unique. Before reaching the Grandmaster stage, he was forbidden from indulging in carnal thoughts—doing so would destabilize his True Qi. But now, having passed the threshold, there were no more restrictions.

In fact, from this point on, dual cultivation—Yin-Yang Harmonization—would accelerate his path exponentially.

Yan Yuntian had always had one grand dream since he was a boy: to conquer every beauty under heaven and become the most refined libertine in history. He had suppressed this ambition for the sake of his cultivation.

But now, the shackles were gone.

Still, Yu Ning and Yun Xuan were merely attendants. He had someone else in mind. A shadow, long-embedded in his heart.

He wanted her to be his first.

The image of that girl—soft, vivid, and unforgettable—surfaced again.

“Did you find her?” he asked.

Years ago, he had met her only once.

She was just twelve then, but already blooming into rare beauty. In that brief encounter, something had carved itself into his soul. Through all his years of seclusion, the memory became his obsession.

She was the daughter of his second aunt and a mortal man. Her surname was Qin.

Her name—Qin Yunhan.

His cousin, by blood.

But to Yan Yuntian, rules meant nothing. Just like the Limitless Freedom Technique he practiced, he lived to do as he pleased.

Customs and morality? Worthless.

Yu Ning bowed slightly. “Young Master, we’ve found her. Your cousin is currently attending a secular university called Qingling University.”

“And?” Yan Yuntian’s tone cooled. He hadn’t heard what he wanted yet.

Yuning continued, “Her circle is clean. She lives modestly, maintains distance from men, and keeps to herself. She’s never even had a boyfriend.”

“Are you certain?” he asked sharply. “I’ve heard that in the secular world, relationships are as casual as handshakes.”

“I guarantee it,” Yu Ning said firmly. “I confirmed everything myself. She’s never dated anyone.”

“Good.” The cold edge in Yan Yuntian’s eyes faded slightly. Still, he frowned, then said, “Yuning, you’ll come with me.”

“Yes, Young Master,” Yuning replied, instantly understanding the deeper meaning.

She possessed a special gift—she could tell at a glance whether a girl was still… pure.

Clearly, Yan Yuntian wanted her to verify Qin Yunhan’s untouched status in person.

“Don’t worry, Young Master,” Yun Xuan said gently. “She will be exactly what you hope for.”

“Mm.” Light shimmered in Yan Yuntian’s eyes. Anticipation. Hunger.

He was a man ruled by his desires, exacting and extreme. He could not accept even the smallest flaw in the things he claimed as his.

He once raised a potted flower. When an outsider merely touched it, he fell into a violent rage.

In his eyes, something touched by another was tainted. If he was that possessive over a flower, how could it be any different with a woman?

Still, Yu Ning was thorough. There shouldn’t be any problems.

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