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TDG: Ultimate Villain - Ch 27 Genius Shen Fei. Huyan Lanrou’s inner turmoil.
🕑 Added 2025-05-03 21:01:29 +0000 UTCShen Fei’s crimson eyes sharpened as he watched Chen Linjian channel soul force into the crystal.
The translucent crystal glowed, pulsing with a strange energy.
Threads of radiant golden light began to spiral within, interwoven with faint arcs of thunder that crackled across the surface like living veins. The light shimmered with a holy aura—both divine and destructive.
A small smile curled on Shen Fei’s lips.
“Well, it’s Holy Thunder attributed soul realm,” he said calmly, “with a Holy Tiger soul form.”
Chen Linjian blinked. He had no idea what that truly meant—but it sounded impressive. Powerful.
Even so, before he could ask, Huyan Lanrou’s voice cut in sharply.
She stepped forward, folding her arms, pink hair swinging as she tilted her chin defiantly.
“What’s the point of soul forms and attributes anyway?” she asked with cold irritation. “I’ve never heard of them before.”
Shen Fei’s gaze slid to her, deep and unreadable. He looked at her for a long moment—at the way her bountiful breasts rose with each breath, at the pride in her eyes, the fire in her voice.
‘Soon enough… you’ll be moaning beneath me, Lanrou,’ he thought, but didn’t show it on his face.
Instead, he replied in her own mocking tone. “If your cultivation technique matches your soul form and attributes, your progress will be faster. Much faster. But,” he added with a shrug, “that kind of thing might be too advanced for a dumb bimbo like you.”
Lanrou’s eyes flared with rage.
Before she could explode, Chen Linjian blinked in confusion and tried to lighten the mood. “Wait, uh… what does ‘bimbo’ mean?”
Shen Fei raised an eyebrow and gave him a pointed look.
Then, without shame, turned back to Lanrou and said bluntly, “It means a girl with big breasts and no brain.”
‘Oops... not good,’ Chen Linjian thought immediately, sweat forming at his temples. He really said it.
Lanrou’s fury erupted.
“You damn perverted scum! How dare you insult me!”
With a roar, she lunged forward and hurled a punch straight at Shen Fei’s face.
But Shen Fei didn’t flinch.
He caught her fist effortlessly, his fingers locking around her wrist like iron. In one smooth pull, he yanked her toward him.
Her body slammed into his—her large, soft breasts mashed firmly against his chest.
“So soft,” Shen Fei murmured with a smirk, clearly enjoying the contact.
“B-Bastard! Rogue! Let me go!” Lanrou shouted, her face burning red with rage and embarrassment. She thrashed, her strength surging as a 2-star Silver-ranked Demon Spiritualist—but even with all her might, she couldn’t break free.
Her pride cracked.
Just as she gathered more force to push him away, a firm voice rang out.
“Enough, Lanrou,” Chen Linjian said seriously. “We came here to ask Brother Shen Fei for help. You can’t act like this.”
Lanrou froze.
The reminder stung, but she knew he was right. Shen Fei had released her wrist before she could react further. She yanked her hand away with a glare and took a step back, scowling hard.
Chen Linjian turned back to Shen Fei, his tone polite again. “Brother Shen Fei… is there a suitable cultivation technique for me, based on my soul form?”
Shen Fei leaned back lazily, arms crossed, his eyes glinting with superiority.
“Of course there is,” he said slowly. “But the real question is—what are you offering in return?”
Before Chen Linjian could answer, Lanrou exploded again.
“You’re unbelievable!” she snapped. “We’re all trying to get stronger so we can protect Glory City. And you’re asking for payment? That technique belongs to you, fine—but how selfish can you be?!”
Shen Fei’s expression turned cold.
“It’s mine. I created it. I can do whatever I want with it.”
Then he looked back at Chen Linjian and said bluntly, “So, do you want it or not?”
When Chen Linjian thought of Shen Fei’s astonishing cultivation speed—his rise from bronze to gold rank in just two months—he didn't hesitate.
“I want it,” he said quickly, cutting in before Huyan Lanrou could ignite another fight. He didn’t want her pride to ruin this rare opportunity.
Shen Fei smirked. “Seeing as you’re my classmate, I’ll give you a discount. Only two hundred million demon spirit coins.”
Chen Linjian didn’t even blink. “No problem. I’ll send a servant back to the estate right away. The money will arrive by tomorrow.”
His voice was calm, steady—but behind his eyes, excitement surged like a storm.
‘If this technique really helped him become so powerful so fast… then I must have it.’
“Hmph.” Huyan Lanrou snorted from the side, arms crossed tightly under her chest. She didn’t bother trying to stop them this time—curiosity now warred with her disgust.
‘If that bastard really is a super-genius, this will prove it. And if not, at least I’ll see him exposed.’
Shen Fei took another sip of tea and gave a leisurely nod. “I trust your character, Chen Linjian. You wouldn’t default on a debt.”
With a flick of his hand, a parchment and a fine brush appeared in a flash of light.
In a few graceful strokes, he began writing. His hand moved with practiced elegance, each stroke infused with soul force. Within moments, he set the brush down and handed the parchment over.
“This is the technique,” he said. “Divine Thunder Tiger’s Hunting. It surpasses any cultivation technique currently practiced in Glory City. With this, reaching Legend rank within a few years will be trivial—if your talent is enough.”
Chen Linjian accepted the parchment with reverence. Though his face remained calm, his heart pounded beneath his robe. He had never held something so precious.
‘Is this what it feels like to grasp destiny?’
Huyan Lanrou stepped forward with a cold glare aimed at Shen Fei.
“Brother Chen,” she said, tone sharp, “let’s test it immediately. Let’s see if this bastard is just blowing smoke.”
She cast a scornful glance at Shen Fei as she spoke, her pink hair fluttering slightly from her movement. “If you don’t feel your soul force reacting or your cultivation improving, then we’ll know he’s lying.”
But Shen Fei didn’t even acknowledge her.
He simply brought the teacup to his lips again and took a slow, deliberate sip, as if her insults were no louder than the rustle of paper in the wind.
His silence was louder than any retort.
And it was infuriating.
Lanrou clenched her fists.
‘You arrogant bastard. Fine. Let’s see if this technique is real. If it is… I’ll find out how you created it. And if it’s not… I’ll make sure the whole city sees you for what you are.’
Meanwhile, Shen Fei remained composed, his thoughts far removed from the petty irritation of others.
Chen Linjian sat down cross-legged on the library floor, parchment in hand. Though Huyan Lanrou stood nearby, watching closely, he felt no fear.
Shen Fei might be arrogant and cruel, but he wouldn't dare hand over a harmful technique—especially not to someone of his status.
If anything were to happen to him, Shen Fei would be held responsible. There were consequences even he couldn’t ignore.
With calm focus, Chen Linjian began reading the mnemonic chants on the parchment, again and again, engraving them into his memory.
The words felt strange, ancient, yet resonant—like they were meant for his very soul.
After fully internalizing the technique, he slipped the parchment back into his space ring.
Then, adjusting his posture as described, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began chanting the mnemonics silently, circulating his soul force as instructed.
Minutes passed.
A faint breeze stirred around him. The aura he exuded became more refined, more focused.
Then suddenly—
Chen Linjian’s eyes snapped open.
He jumped to his feet, eyes glowing with excitement.
“My cultivation… it’s at least five to six times faster!” he shouted. “And… my soul force is becoming purer! It’s even expanding my soul realm and healing the cracks I didn’t know were there!”
In a burst of overflowing gratitude, he turned toward Shen Fei, arms outstretched as if to hug him.
But Shen Fei recoiled with a scoff and shoved him back lightly.
“I only hug beauties.”
Without breaking stride, Shen Fei picked up his teacup, drained the last sip, and set it down.
“Now that you’ve received the technique,” he said, his tone cool again, “make sure the payment reaches me tommorow.”
With that, he turned and prepared to leave the library.
His body felt heavy.
After a full night of intense indulgence with Shen Xiu, Yang Xin, Xiao Qing, and his maids, followed by hours of pounding Yang Xin again during the carriage ride to the academy, then a full day of class and nonstop reading in the library… he was both physically and mentally exhausted.
‘A few hours of rest should be enough,’ he thought. ‘I’ll resume tomorrow stronger than ever.’
But just as he reached the library exit, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind.
A soft, warm sensation pressed tightly against his back—two large, pillowy breasts mashed against his spine.
“I also bought a new soul crystal,” Huyan Lanrou’s voice whispered beside his ear, still haughty, but tinged with urgency. “Check mine too, and give me a cultivation technique that suits me.”
Shen Fei stood still, his expression unreadable.
Then he turned slightly and spoke in a mocking tone. “Sorry. I never said I’d give you anything.”
He pried her hands off his body and continued coldly, “Back in class, I told Chen Linjian to come meet me. I didn’t mention your name once.”
With that, he walked toward the doors again, robes fluttering as he moved.
Just as he reached the exit, her voice rang out—this time less proud, more anxious.
“What would it take… for you to give me a cultivation technique?!”
Shen Fei didn’t look back.
He said nothing and disappeared through the library doors, heading toward his dormitory for well-earned rest.
Lanrou stood frozen for a moment.
Then she turned sharply to Chen Linjian, her pride slightly cracked but not shattered.
“Linjian, give me the scroll. I’ll practice it too. Hmph. That bastard Shen Fei…”
Chen Linjian gave her a bitter smile and shook his head. “Lanrou… this technique was tailored for my soul form and attributes. Shen Fei said if the wrong person practices it, it could be harmful instead of helpful.”
Her expression faltered.
Her shoulders dropped slightly as she looked down, frustration and disappointment flashing in her eyes.
She was silent.
She didn’t know what to say for the first time that day.
Seeing Huyan Lanrou standing there in silence—shoulders slightly slumped, her usual playful arrogance gone—Chen Linjian couldn’t bear it any longer.
Her expression, normally vibrant with mischief or fire, was now clouded with something softer… something unfamiliar.
He stepped closer and spoke gently, “Why don’t you try to repair your relationship with Shen Fei?”
Lanrou snapped her head toward him instantly, her eyes burning with fury.
“Impossible!” she spat. “I would never have any relationship with that scum!”
She turned away, fists clenched, kicking a nearby chair hard enough to make it rattle.
“He’s ruined so many women, Linjian. You know what kind of person he is. Forcing women, treating them like playthings, using his power to bend people to his will… I loathe and despise people like him.”
Chen Linjian sighed deeply as he watched her. Her words were filled with fire—but behind it was something else. Strain. Conflict. A growing sense of helplessness.
“Huyan Lanrou,” he said softly at first, then firmer. “Think about this carefully. Shen Fei… he’s not just some arrogant noble brat anymore. He’s a super genius. A monster in the making. His cultivation techniques could elevate the strength of all of Glory City.”
He stepped in front of her and continued, now serious. “Whether we like him or not, Shen Fei might become the single greatest benefactor Glory City has ever had.”
Still, she didn’t move. She didn’t speak. Her jaw was tight, eyes flickering with quiet resistance.
Chen Linjian hesitated, then spoke the cruel truth.
“Shen Fei isn’t that cruel. So what if he… took a few beautiful women and broke them in bed?”
Lanrou’s head whipped toward him, eyes wide with horror.
Linjian didn’t stop.
“Did he kill them?” he asked flatly. “No. They now live in the Sacred Family mansion, serving as personal maids. He let them live. And truthfully… most of them are living better than before.”
Lanrou looked disgusted. But she didn’t interrupt.
Chen Linjian’s face turned hard. “You still don’t get it.”
He took a few steps toward the library exit, pausing just before the doors.
“He could fuck and kill dozens of commoners. Even noble girls. And no one would stop him; they would praise and flatter him instead.”
His voice echoed across the library like a final judgment.
“Because the lives and dignity of a few women… can’t be compared to the safety and strength of millions in Glory City.”
Then he walked away, his footsteps fading into the silence.
Huyan Lanrou stood motionless.
A storm of thoughts twisted behind her eyes. She clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Minutes passed.
Only after her expression steadied—calm, blank, unreadable—did she turn and leave the library.
But inside her heart, the turmoil had only begun.
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