Please, Expel Me! I Need to Activate My Villain System! - Chapter 17:

Chapter 17: Senior Brother Ye, Take This! Watch How Shameless I Am!

Seven days later, at the sect’s grand plaza, the Falling Cloud Sect’s annual Outer Sect Dao Debate Conference was held as scheduled.

As one of the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation, Ye Chen was invited by the elders to give a public lecture on the “Dao Debate Platform,” to help outer sect disciples resolve their doubts.

The moment the news spread, the entire outer sect went into an uproar.

“Senior Brother Ye is personally coming to give a lecture? This is an incredible opportunity!”

“I heard he recently broke through to the late Foundation Establishment Realm—his strength is unfathomable!”

“If I can receive even a little of his guidance, I might just have an epiphany!”

Amid the crowd, Qin Fan leaned lazily against a corner, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Giving a lecture, huh? Heh, that hypocrite must be planning to use the Heart-Voice System again to win people over while finding another excuse to step on me.”

At first, he hadn’t planned to get involved in this spectacle.

But on second thought, he couldn’t just let Ye Chen develop smoothly.

Which meant—he had to stir things up!

If Ye Chen wanted to act, then Qin Fan would let him act his heart out!

At that moment, on the Dao Debate Platform, Ye Chen sat cross-legged in a flowing white robe, his entire body surrounded by a spiritual glow, looking like an otherworldly immortal.

“The path of cultivation begins with the mind…”

His voice was warm and composed, every word ringing with wisdom, mesmerizing the disciples below.

Many female disciples had stars in their eyes.

“Senior Brother Ye truly is a peerless prodigy!”

“Just listening to him, I feel like I’m on the verge of a breakthrough!”

Qin Fan stood at the back of the crowd, rolling his eyes hard.

“Acting. Keep on acting.”

Watching Ye Chen speak so confidently on stage, Qin Fan sneered. That bastard was definitely about to activate his Strongest Heart-Voice System to boost his reputation and steal all the spotlight. He had to stop him!

His gaze turned cold as he decided to strike first.

He stood up directly and interrupted, “Senior Brother Ye, your talk is so profound. Why don’t you show us something practical?”

The whole plaza went silent.

Ye Chen’s brows twitched, and annoyance flickered in his heart. Strange… why did that trash jump out earlier than expected?

Well, perfect…

But he quickly regained composure, smiling gently, “Junior Brother Qin is right. Why don’t I demonstrate a basic sword technique for everyone to study?”

He then raised his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air.

Whoosh!

A dazzling sword light tore through the sky, sword qi rippling in all directions, drawing exclamations from the crowd.

“Heavens! Senior Brother Ye’s sword intent has improved again!”

“That strike… it feels like it already carries Golden Core-level power!”

…

But Qin Fan only snorted. “That’s it?”

Ye Chen’s expression froze momentarily but quickly returned to calm. “I wonder what insights Junior Brother Qin might have?”

“Insights? Not really.” Qin Fan dug his finger in his ear casually. “Just felt that your swordplay looks flashy—like the girls in the Red Pleasure Courtyard, all frills and no bite.”

Uproar!

The entire plaza erupted.

“Who is this guy? How dare he talk to Senior Brother Ye like that?”

“I think it’s Qin Fan from Jade Spring Peak. Heard he’s a total good-for-nothing, lazing around all day and up to no good.”

A flash of cold light flickered in Ye Chen’s eyes, though he maintained his gentle façade.

He sneered internally, Qin Fan, since you’re so desperate to embarrass yourself in public, let me help you along.

Feigning magnanimity, he smiled, “If Junior Brother Qin has deeper insights, why not join me on stage for a friendly spar? Don’t worry, I’ll show mercy.”

Perfect!

“Sure!” Qin Fan didn’t hesitate and jumped straight onto the platform with a grin. “Senior Brother Ye, are you sure you want to spar with me?”

Ye Chen sneered inwardly. A Qi Refining Realm trash dares to provoke someone at late Foundation Establishment Realm?

Aloud, he said confidently, “Please, feel free to strike.”

Qin Fan’s lips curled. He nodded. “Alright, but let’s make it interesting. Let’s compete on who’s more shameless.”

Ye Chen was taken aback, then chuckled. Compete in swordplay?

“And how does Junior Brother want to compete?”

Qin Fan rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment. “Since my cultivation is low, let’s keep it simple. One attacks, one defends. Whoever can block the other wins. Life or death doesn’t matter!”

Hearing that, Ye Chen nearly laughed aloud.

Seriously?

He, a late Foundation Establishment cultivator, just needs to block a sword from a Qi Refining Realm trash?

This was child’s play!

Better yet, he could use the opportunity to completely cripple this eyesore!

“Deal!” Ye Chen revealed a hint of cruelty in his smile. Hands behind his back, robe fluttering, he stood like a sage. “Then please, Junior Brother, make your move.”

“Eh, how could that be right?” Qin Fan shook his head with a sincere face. “Senior Brother’s cultivation is higher—you should attack first and give me guidance.”

He was planning to use his one-time Golden Body effect, capable of withstanding a full-power strike from a Golden Core cultivator.

Qin Fan was going all in to prevent Ye Chen from continuing to grow.

He had to break Ye Chen’s “invincible in the same realm” Dao Heart—only then could he mentally crush him.

Ye Chen’s eyes flashed coldly. “In that case… forgive me, Junior Brother. If I injure you, don’t hold it against me.”

He raised his fingers into a sword stance. Spiritual energy surged, and a blinding sword aura burst forth!

“Falling Cloud Sword Technique!”

The sword light roared like a rainbow, slicing through the air with terrifying killing intent, targeting Qin Fan’s dantian!

Below the platform, disciples exchanged looks.

“Whoa! Does Senior Brother Ye have a grudge with Qin Fan? That’s a kill move!”

“Qin Fan’s done for this time!”

Just as the sword light was about to pierce Qin Fan’s dantian—

Clang!

A radiant golden shield flared to life around Qin Fan, shattering the sword light entirely!

“What?!” Ye Chen’s face twitched, disbelief all over his face.

His full-strength strike… was blocked by a Qi Refining Realm waste?

Impossible!

It had to be Xia Qingyue—that foolish woman must’ve given him a protective treasure.

Gasp!

The disciples below sucked in cold air. They couldn’t believe what they just saw.

“Oh wow, Senior Brother’s sword felt like a tickle!” Qin Fan dusted off his sleeve with a disappointed look.

Ye Chen’s face turned black. He suppressed his fury and said through clenched teeth, “Junior Brother, what a clever trick.”

“Eh, guess it’s my turn now!” Qin Fan suddenly grinned, pulled out a pitch-black ceramic jar from his robe.

“Senior Brother Ye, take this! Watch how shameless I can be!”

Whoosh!

The jar flew in a graceful arc through the air.

Ye Chen snorted coldly and waved it aside.

Bang!

The jar exploded mid-air, showering him with a torrent of yellowish-brown liquid!

His white robes were instantly soaked in something indescribable.

“Ah! What is this… urgh!”

A stench instantly spread across the entire area.

Even worse, the jar had contained clumps of sticky goo that exploded mid-flight like bombs.

“Qin! Fan!”

Ye Chen roared in fury, spiritual energy spiraling out of control.

“I’ll kill you!”

“Whoa, calm down, Senior Brother!” Qin Fan yelled while retreating. “Hey hey! We agreed to compete in shamelessness! That was specially brewed slop mixed with dung!”

As he fled, he shouted.

The crowd of disciples was already numb.

“Senior Brother Ye is covered in so much crap!” Female disciples screamed and scattered in all directions.

“Qin Fan is absolutely wicked!”

“Qin Fan is too shameless!”

Ye Chen trembled with rage, eyes bloodshot, his Dao Heart completely shattered.

“Qin Fan! I will never forgive you!”

Qin Fan blinked innocently. “Oh no, Senior Brother Ye, I’ve still got more.”

He pulled out an even bigger jar…

Ye Chen’s face twisted in horror. He turned and ran.

Behind him, Qin Fan’s voice echoed through the plaza:

“Senior Brother Ye, don’t run! This one’s the sweet-smelling Hundred-Flower Dew! I swear on my life!”