Villain: Let Go of the Girl of Luck, Let Me Take Over!!

102: Lin Ziyan loves reading ”Spring and Autumn Annals”Celestial Tome Dynasty.

Mu Wuchen stood in the distance, observing a young man in the room, a look of disappointment on his face.

The young man not far away certainly looked good, but at this moment, he was lazily lying on the bed, eating fruit, while his other hand held an improper book, flipping through it with great interest.

At this moment, the young man’s lips curved into a smirk, and a perverted smile appeared on his face.

“Hehehe~”

And this young man was Lin Ziyan, the one Yang Yi spoke of…

He was also the person Yang Yi mentioned who would become an emperor through the Dao of Calligraphy in the future…

It had taken Mu Wuchen over a month from arriving here to identifying his target, and he had been observing Lin Ziyan for a week now.

Through a week of observation, Mu Wuchen had concluded that this Lin Ziyan was no young genius, much less a Son of Destiny; he was a complete and utter NEET!

His talent was mediocre, his cultivation was mediocre, and his strength was even more so!

At what appeared to be fifteen years old, he was only in the Qi Condensation. Not to mention being incomparable to a Son of Destiny, he was even vastly inferior to a minor villain like Nalan Yuruo, and not much stronger than his own maid!

How could such a good-for-nothing be a Son of Destiny?

How could such a loser become an emperor?

“Damn it, could it be that Yang Yi was lying to me?”

“Were those two people he mentioned just random fabrications, meant to lead me away and buy him time?”

A chill ran through Mu Wuchen’s heart, and killing intent instantly flared in his eyes.

He had wasted over a month because of such a useless person!

Mu Wuchen immediately wanted to kill Lin Ziyan and leave quickly.

Dong, dong, dong…

Just then, Mu Wuchen suddenly froze.

Was someone knocking on Lin Ziyan’s door?

And judging by the aura, the visitor’s realm was not low; he was at Huaxu Realm Stage Six.

“Who is it?”

Inside the room, Lin Ziyan quickly put away the book in his hand and scurried towards the door.

“It’s me, Brother Lin.”

At the door, a soft voice answered.

Hearing the visitor’s voice, Lin Ziyan immediately brightened, chuckling as he opened the door.

“Oh, come in, come in! So it’s Brother Wang, long time no see. What brings you here?”

After some polite pleasantries, the two stealthily made their way to Lin Ziyan’s desk.

Just then, the Huaxu Realm male, whom Lin Ziyan called Brother Wang, furtively pulled something from his embrace.

It was a book.

Mu Wuchen’s expression sharpened.

Could this book be unusual?

Like Yang Yi’s Wordless Divine Tome?

The cultivator surnamed Wang placed the book on the table and spoke with a grin.

“Brother Lin, look, I stumbled upon a peculiar book in the market called ‘Spring and Autumn of Joy.’ Its content is quite marvelous, and I’m sure Brother Lin will be interested!”

Lin Ziyan merely flipped through a few pages and his eyes lit up, then he burst into laughter.

“Good book, good book!”

“Truly a rare and excellent book!”

“We lechers…”

“We upright individuals should all read this ‘Spring and Autumn’!”

Just then, the cultivator surnamed Wang suddenly changed his tone, revealing his true intentions.

“Brother Lin, I observe that the female protagonist’s studies in this book are profoundly exquisite. If I could witness them firsthand, I would surely make a breakthrough…”

Then he leaned in closer and spoke cautiously.

“Look, Brother Lin, could you perhaps illustrate her?”

Mu Wuchen’s expression immediately became strange.

However, at this moment, Lin Ziyan showed a troubled expression.

“Alas, to be frank, Brother Wang, I’ve drawn too much this past week and I’m very tired. I’m afraid I can’t hold a brush…”

The cultivator surnamed Wang, however, solemnly pulled out a large, valuable immortal crystal and placed it in Lin Ziyan’s hand.

Lin Ziyan’s tone immediately shifted.

“However, if Brother Wang requests it, it’s not impossible!”

Lin Ziyan slapped the table, and a paper as thin as a cicada’s wing instantly appeared on the table.

He rolled up his sleeves, waved his hand, and a peculiar brush appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Lin Ziyan, with a focused expression, began to draw on the paper.

In less than half an hour, a lifelike drawing of a voluptuous beauty appeared on the paper!

The cultivator surnamed Wang was overjoyed to see Lin Ziyan so easily illustrate the beauty from the book, and the quality, as always, did not disappoint him. He carefully rolled up the painting and put it into his embrace.