Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate-Chapter 335: Unexpected News

The pill Mo Hao had taken was still working its magic. The effects weren’t fading anytime soon, which meant that when he got back, he’d have more than enough power to shut up everyone who had doubted him.

Just imagining the sheer terror on Shao Ji’s face sent a thrill through him. Oh, that was going to be satisfying.

At the same time, Jiang Chen was also making his way toward the Moon Plucking Heavenly Sect.

After digging around, he confirmed something interesting—within millions of miles, there wasn’t a single supporting character anywhere except at the sect.

That made things simple. If Mo Hao was heading anywhere, it was there.

As he traveled, Jiang Chen used the time to reevaluate his strength.

Taking out that scar-faced man had been a huge win. Not only had his cultivation level jumped, but his combat power had surged again.

On top of that, he’d absorbed a ton of qi and blood energy. With all that packed inside the Wordless Heavenly Jade, he was now ready to dive into some Transcendence-level cultivation methods.

Let’s see how far my little pawns have gotten. With a single thought, Jiang Chen reached out through the Ten Thousand Soulseed Art, checking in on his loyal tools—loyal, of course, because they had no choice.

It didn’t take long for him to get an update. The so-called onlookers who had scattered earlier were now regrouping and heading straight for the Moon Plucking Heavenly Sect. Their sights were already set on Moon Plucking Heavenly Mountain.

Not enough.

Jiang Chen frowned. He needed more pieces on the board.

"I’ll have to gather a few more pawns from the Prosperous Stone Immortal Star."

That settled, he shifted his focus. Time to check in with Zhu Zhihai. Without delay, he sent a message through his transmission jade token.

It didn’t take long for a reply. Zhu Zhihai reported back, giving a full rundown of how things had gone during the latest information exchange.

As expected, Shao Ji and his crew were still as arrogant as ever. They strutted around like they were superior just because they came from the Prosperous Stone Immortal Star, looking down on the locals of the Immortal Martial Continent.

Even hearing about it was enough to irritate Jiang Chen.

Zhu Zhihai and his team had been just as annoyed, but despite the frustration, the exchange of information had gone smoothly. For now.

Thanks to Shao Ji and the others, Jiang Chen got a clearer picture of the situation on the Prosperous Stone Immortal Star—and more importantly, fresh details about Mo Hao.

So, the Profound Jade Immortal Domain is still locked in battle with the demon race, Jiang Chen mused.

And it’s been dragging on. The Prosperous Stone Immortal Star keeps sending more people to fight.

Looks like the demons are no joke. The Everlasting Baseless Immortal Domain is struggling on one front, while the Profound Jade Immortal Domain is stuck fighting on another.

As for Mo Hao?

The guy was already a hundred years old but had spent almost all of that time as a useless wastrel. He had never been anything special, just a spoiled brat riding on the Mo Clan’s name, living an easy life while acting superior to everyone around him.

Then the Mo Clan collapsed. And all those people he had looked down on? They made sure he paid for it—by exiling him to the Immortal Martial Continent. That was supposed to be the end of him.

But according to the original story, this was where everything changed.

Mo Hao was meant to rise up, climb the ranks, and eventually return to the Prosperous Stone Immortal Star as a powerhouse, shocking everyone who had ever doubted him.

Jiang Chen pieced it all together, his mind weaving the threads of fate.

Before long, the pawns under his control, along with a growing crowd of onlookers, arrived at the Moon Plucking Heavenly Sect.

Inside the sect’s main hall, where the information exchange was nearly finished, all eyes turned toward the returning group.

"They’re back," someone muttered.

"That means Mo Hao must be dead by now. Wonder how it happened?"

"Hah! However it went down, it definitely wasn’t pretty."

"What about that guy with the scarred face? He was supposed to be the first one back."

"You think something happened to him?"

Shao Ji and his group were buzzing with speculation. They knew exactly what mission the onlookers had been sent on, and seeing them return made one thing clear—Mo Hao was as good as dead.

That was the only logical outcome.

But then, one of the onlookers hesitated. His face twisted like he was struggling to get the words out.

"Mo Hao… isn’t dead," he finally said.

Silence.

Then—

"What?!"

"He’s alive?"

"No way! He actually defeated the guy with the scarred face? Mo Hao? With his pathetic combat skills?"

Shao Ji and the others stared in stunned disbelief, their voices dripping with doubt.

The onlooker who had spoken up shifted uncomfortably under the weight of everyone’s stares. Then, taking a deep breath, he clarified,

"When we ran, Mo Hao was still alive. But the man with the scarred face… he was dead."

"What?" someone gasped.

"Wait, wait—are you saying Mo Hao actually killed him?"

"No," the onlooker quickly corrected. "It wasn’t Mo Hao. A member of the Dark Sprite Demon Clan showed up out of nowhere and took him down!"

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"We all ran for our lives, and Mo Hao bolted too," the onlooker added.

Another cultivator frowned. "So let me get this straight—the scarred-face guy is dead, and it wasn’t Mo Hao, but some demon?"

"This proves it," another chimed in. "The demon race still has powerful experts lurking in the Immortal Martial Continent."

"Hah! I knew there was no way Mo Hao could’ve won that fight. So a dark sprite demon was involved after all."

"Well, if even the guy with the scarred face went down, then Mo Hao’s fate is sealed. He’s as good as dead."

Nods and murmurs spread through the crowd, their chatter picking up speed as the pieces of the story fell into place.

But elsewhere, Jiang Chen listened through his pawns, a sly glint in his eyes.

They all think Mo Hao is already dead, he mused.

When they find out he’s alive, it’ll be a perfect setup for him to prove them wrong. A satisfying slap to their faces.

Tch, I can’t let that happen. I need to ruin the surprise first.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he sent out a silent command.

Immediately, one of his pawns stepped forward, eyes blazing with certainty, and declared loud enough for all to hear—

"No! Mo Hao isn’t dead! He won’t die!"

The hall fell silent for a split second. Then, just as quickly, the crowd erupted.

All eyes snapped to the pawn, filled with scorn.

"You? A mere Dao Palace realm nobody? What do you know?" someone scoffed.

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"Mo Hao is a joke compared to real Transcendence realm cultivators. You really think he got away from a dark sprite demon’s assassination attempt?"

"Hah! Are you in league with Mo Hao? Trying to drag us all into your delusions?"

Shao Ji and his group wasted no time in mocking him, their voices dripping with disdain.

But before the first pawn could respond, another one stepped in.

"No, you’re wrong!" the second pawn insisted. "Honorable seniors, Mo Hao can escape! He—he’s actually broken through to the Middle-stage Transcendence realm!"

Silence.

Then—

"What!?"

"He actually reached Middle-stage Transcendence realm?"

A third pawn jumped in, nodding furiously. "It must be because of the Mo Clan! They were filthy rich—there’s no way they didn’t leave behind some hidden resources for him!"

"Exactly!" a fourth added. "Senior Shao Ji, you know how powerful the Mo Clan used to be. They had enough treasures to raise a pig into a dragon. There’s no way Mo Hao didn’t inherit something valuable."

"And it’s not just cultivation treasures," the second pawn pressed on. "He must have life-saving artifacts too!"

The words came like hammer blows, one after another, stunning everyone.

"That can’t be right!" someone finally blurted out. "Mo Hao’s cultivation was never solid! His entire foundation is built on pills—how could he have made a real breakthrough?"

"They’re not lying," another voice muttered, doubt creeping in. "Mo Hao really did break through…"

"Impossible! After the Mo Clan collapsed, all their treasures were seized by the higher-ups!"

"Exactly! By all logic, he should be completely broke!"

Shao Ji and his companions exchanged uneasy glances. They had been so sure Mo Hao was finished. But now? The conversation was shifting, and they had no idea what to believe.