Villain: You Want Me to Follow the Plot and Die? I’m Done Pretending - Chapter 52:

Chapter 52: Seizing His Own Descendant:

Zhang Sanyan stared, wide-eyed, at the pale and well-built boy, so intently that he seemed almost transfixed.

“What are you looking at?” The boy, noticing Zhang Sanyan’s gaze, turned his head. Though he had a gentle, delicate appearance, Gu Feng felt a frown forming.

The boy had a strong aura of bloodlust—something you’d only find in a skilled devil cultivator, accumulated from the lingering resentment of countless cultivators they’d slain. That kind of aura clung to a soul for life.

“Oh, nothing. Are you here to shop with a family elder too?” Zhang Sanyan, who stood slightly behind Gu Feng, leaned forward, curious. At that age, children were naturally drawn to one another.

“Yeah!” The boy gave a warm, innocent smile, though his eyes held an unnatural gleam. “I’m Feng Leng from Valley Rain Sect. What’s your name?”

He spoke to Zhang Sanyan, but his gaze flicked to Gu Feng, carrying a sharpness no child should have. Gu Feng looked down, smiling slightly.

As Feng Leng reached out to shake Zhang Sanyan’s hand, he froze momentarily. There was a dangerous feeling there. Casually, he attempted to figure out Gu Feng’s cultivation level, only to find it shrouded in mist, obscuring any reading. Clearly, this person had disguised himself, hiding his level.

In the First Realm, the highest you’d encounter would be Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.

“I’m Zhang Sanyan, here to shop with my master.” Zhang Sanyan replied, shaking Feng Leng’s hand without hesitation.

Gu Feng’s eyes narrowed. “Sanyan, when you’re out in the world, be cautious about touching others casually.”

He passed Zhang Sanyan a handkerchief. “Wipe it off.”

The air grew tense.

Feng Leng withdrew his hand, watching Gu Feng with narrowed eyes. Sensing something amiss, Zhang Sanyan quickly took the handkerchief, thoroughly cleaning his hand.

“Master, there you are!” An elder appeared, moving swiftly to Feng Leng’s side. “Young Master, have you chosen what you want? Let’s head back now.”

This elder, possessing the cultivation base of a Nascent Soul Realm, referred to Feng Leng as “Young Master.” So, it seemed this soul had chosen a strong body to possess. Gu Feng chuckled quietly, guiding Zhang Sanyan back to the display shelves.

In the third-floor cases, a variety of items were neatly arranged. The first floor had the most basic raw materials, but here the selection included high-grade materials, talismans, and magical tools—though they were mostly low-grade tools and basic talismans.

“This child hasn’t even started the Qi Condensation Realm yet. The lowest-level items should suffice.” The elder remarked.

Just as Gu Feng was about to shake his head and lead Zhang Sanyan downstairs, he overheard the elder’s comment.

“That won’t be necessary. My disciple deserves the best.” He replied coolly.

With no interest in getting involved with this soul-possessed body, Gu Feng turned toward the stairs.

“There’s no need to be so distant, my friend. A chance meeting is fate. If you’re truly interested in purchasing high-quality items, why not join the auction?” The elder spoke with a smile.

The attendant at the staircase stepped forward and respectfully added, “Indeed, we are hosting an auction today. You may reserve a spot for one mid-grade spirit stone.”

Glancing at Zhang Sanyan, Gu Feng saw the boy’s curiosity and anticipation. He hadn’t raised a child before, but he knew children were naturally intrigued by things they’d never seen.

“For two,” Gu Feng said, tossing her a high-grade spirit stone.

The attendant stared, astonished. This stone glistened, more radiant than most spirit stones and carrying a noticeably more intense energy. As Gu Feng led Zhang Sanyan out, he felt a pair of burning eyes fixed on his back.

“System, I don’t recall this person in the plotline,” he murmured. “Check for anything about a demon cultivator possessing a child in the Wind Mirage Realm.”

[On it.] The system replied, whirring into action.

The world Gu Feng found himself in was drastically different from the novel’s basic structure. New characters had materialized, filling in gaps and adding complexity. Factoring in the unpredictable protagonist, it took the system longer than usual to return with an answer.

The system finally said, [Found it. His name is Feng Yanhua. He’s connected to Qian Rou and was killed because of her, but his remnant soul possessed his own descendant, Feng Leng.]

“Well, well, that’s quite something—to possess your own descendant. I wonder what his son calls him.” Gu Feng chuckled darkly.

Evidently, this person had ties to Qian Rou, meaning they were likely from the Fifth Realm and dabbling in demonic cultivation. The parts of the novel that Gu Feng had lived through mainly centered on the protagonist Ye Fan’s rise, and barely touched on the powerful cultivators one or two generations above.

Unknowingly, Gu Feng had led Zhang Sanyan into a quiet alleyway. He stopped, turning around to face the empty space, his voice cold. “Are you going to keep hiding?”