I Am The Villain's Lackey With Sign-in System - Chapter 89:

Chapter 89: The Violent Son Of Destiny:

[Hiss! A special sign-in opportunity never disappoints!]

[200 years of cultivation at once!]

[Compared to that, the previous 20 or 30 years seem insignificant!]

While other heroines might simply marvel at such a reward, Bai Ya, the fox spirit who cultivated by absorbing incense power in the mountains, was utterly astonished.

“200 years?” she whispered, stunned. The cultivation she had painstakingly achieved over centuries now seemed laughable compared to Ye Liuyun’s effortless gain. While she struggled for every step, Ye Liuyun simply received such power as if it were a trivial gift.

“Damn it, having a cheat like that is just unfair!” Bai Ya muttered bitterly, feeling both awed and disgruntled.

If Ye Liuyun known her thoughts, he would have likely nodded with a smug smile. Yes, having a cheat was  that great!

Ye Liuyun’s attention quickly shifted from 200 years of cultivation experience to another reward from the sign-in.

[Sword Control?]

After briefly studying it, he realized: [It’s essentially a foundational cultivation method.]

Among sword techniques, the most famous was undoubtedly the Shushan School’s sword control method. While basic, it served as the cornerstone for all other Shushan sword techniques and immortal arts. No one could hope to master the arts of Shushan without first mastering sword control.

[Not bad at all!]

Ye Liuyun felt satisfied with his rewards this time.

200 years of cultivation experience were promptly absorbed, enhancing his abilities and boosting his existing skills.

…

Host: Ye Liuyun

Age: 23

Skills: Bajiquan (LV: max), Medical Skills (LV: max), Liuku Immortal Thief (LV: max), Driving (LV: max), Tongtianlu (LV: max), Maoshan Talisman (LV: max), Counter Reconnaissance (LV: max), Nine Yang Magic (LV: max), Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts (LV: 7), Universe in the Sleeve (LV: 6), Reincarnation Eye (LV: 6), Yin-Yang Eye (LV: max), Incense Refining Shinto (LV: max), Sword Control (LV: 8)

Cultivation Experience: None

…

With these gains, all his skills—like the Liuku Immortal Thief and Tongtianlu—had reached full level, and other abilities, such as the Seven Killing Orders, Universe in the Sleeve, and Reincarnation Eye, experienced significant improvements. Unexpectedly, the sword control technique had advanced to level eight, only two steps away from perfection.

[It must be due to it being a fundamental skill!]

Ye Liuyun thought, pleased.

[But I don’t have a sword yet. I should find a couple of good ones to test this out when I get the chance.]

No use mastering sword control without a blade to wield.

Chuckling at the thought, Ye Liuyun headed back to his room for rest.

At the same time, Bai Ya, who had been listening from her mountain lair, perked up. She possessed a high-quality spirit sword among her treasures, but her strength was insufficient to wield its full power. ‘Perhaps Ye Liuyun would make a suitable owner for this sword.’ She thought with a sly smile. But, of course, she wasn’t about to give it up for free.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Bai Ya transformed into a pure white fox beneath the moonlight, bounding gracefully through the forest on a mission.

Days later, Ye Liuyun received another alert from his system.

[A plot event is about to occur. The host’s location has been marked.]

[Interesting!] Ye Liuyun thought, recognizing the coordinates.

[Keeping Cang Feng around was definitely the right move.]

He realized that the marked location coincided with the appearance of the second heroine from the “Celestial Master Descended from the Mountain” plotline—Ri Yawen.

Meanwhile, Bai Ya, listening in, understood she was next in line to encounter Ye Liuyun. Despite her centuries of cultivation, she felt nervous anticipation.

‘This isn’t right! I’m a fox demon with hundreds of years of cultivation. How could a mere mortal cause such a stir within me?’

Even if Ye Liuyun seemed anything but ordinary, the thought unsettled her.

‘No matter what, a meeting is inevitable!’ She decided, preparing herself for the encounter.

After muttering this, Bai Ya leapt down from the branch, transforming mid-air into her human form before landing gracefully on the ground. Though she could shift forms at will, most monsters preferred maintaining their true forms, as it was more comfortable and natural. Bai Ya was no exception. But given that she was about to meet someone important, she assumed her human guise.

“Is this a plot event?” she murmured.

Meanwhile, in Orange Chiang Mai, Liu Qingqing found herself unable to stop thinking about Ye Liuyun. Ever since their encounter, she had been restless, unable to sleep or eat peacefully. The memory of Ye Liuyun’s extraordinary abilities haunted her thoughts. It felt like she had glimpsed a world straight out of a fantasy novel. This unusual experience had awakened an insatiable curiosity within her.

Liu Qingqing had tried to contact Ye Liuyun several times during this period, but every time she called, he either didn’t answer or was preoccupied. It was a streak of bad luck; whenever she reached out, Ye Liuyun was busy training or engaged in other matters.

The more distant he seemed, the more Liu Qingqing’s curiosity grew. “I wonder where this plot will take place,” she mused, hoping to encounter Ye Liuyun by “coincidence.” Unfortunately, Ye Liuyun had no intention of sharing any details with her.

“Miss,” spoke the family chauffeur and butler, noticing Liu Qingqing’s distracted expression. He misinterpreted her thoughts as worry. “This isn’t a safe matter to get involved in. Why don’t I handle it myself while you head back?”

“It’s fine,” Liu Qingqing replied, shaking her head dismissively.

In reality, a supposed supernatural incident had occurred at one of her family’s mountain hot spring hotels. As the eldest daughter of the Liu family, Liu Qingqing felt it necessary to investigate personally. Normally, she wouldn’t believe in such paranormal claims, dismissing them as excuses for laziness or incompetence. But now, after what she had witnessed, her perspective had shifted.

“Miss, the hotel has already called in Taoist priests who specialize in dealing with such occurrences. Your presence isn’t necessary and might even be dangerous—” began the butler, known as Uncle Sun.

“It’s fine, Uncle Sun,” Liu Qingqing interrupted calmly. Uncle Sun had been with the Liu family for years and had watched her grow up. His concern for her safety was genuine. However, she felt ready to face whatever lay ahead, driven by a mix of curiosity and determination.

“Ghosts can only harm those who can see them. If you pretend not to see anything, they can’t touch you,” she added seriously.

Uncle Sun stared, taken aback. How could Liu Qingqing know something like that? Her serious tone made it evident she wasn’t joking.

“Very well, Miss,” he relented, hiding his doubts and nodding solemnly.

The Liu family’s many ventures included high-end hot spring hotels, among other businesses. At the moment, the lobby of the Mid-Levels Hotel was crowded with various “experts”—Taoists, monks, and individuals dressed in martial attire—all drawn by the lucrative reward offered by the Liu family for handling the supernatural disturbance.

Cang Feng, the story’s protagonist, was also present. With his recent practice of the Incomplete Incense Refining Divine Way, his strength had noticeably improved. Surveying the room, he looked down on the gathered “experts” with disdain. [Just a bunch of charlatans,] he thought dismissively. Cang Feng’s recent immersion into cultivation allowed him to sense the aura, or Qi, of others, enabling him to distinguish between genuine practitioners and frauds.

While a few possessed Qi, their levels were so weak in Cang Feng’s eyes that they weren’t even worth mentioning. Of course, those with Qi surpassing his own would escape his notice, but Cang Feng’s overconfidence left him certain no one present could rival him.

“Young man, you’ve started walking the path of spiritual cultivation at such a young age,” came a soft, aged voice.

Cang Feng, lost in thoughts of how he would impress everyone, was startled from his reverie. He opened his eyes to see an elderly man in a yellow robe with white hair standing before him.

“And you are?” Cang Feng asked impatiently.

“My surname is Huang. I’m the third in my family. You can call me Huang San. Or, if you prefer, just senior,” the old man said with a kind smile.

“Huang San? What a rustic name for a Taoist priest. Whoever named you must not have had much of an education,” Cang Feng sneered. In the past, when everything had gone smoothly for him, he might have been more measured. But recent setbacks and the rapid increase in his power had made him irritable and arrogant.

Huang San’s eyebrow furrowed at the insult. “You carry a lot of anger, young man,” he remarked, maintaining his calm despite Cang Feng’s provocation.