Villain System in a Cultivation World-Chapter 60: Spirit Beast Egg

Liu Susu moved through the shadowed corridors of Taixu Peak's palace, her steps as silent as moonlight on a still lake. The jade bowl in her hands, warm with Celestial Moon Ginseng Broth, trembled slightly—not from fear, but from the weight of her resolve.

As Qin Ting's maid, her role was humble, yet her heart burned with a grander vision: to rise as one of his trusted generals, a blade forged in his service to etch her name into the annals of the Eastern Wilderness.

From the moment she chose to follow him, she saw in Qin Ting a celestial force—a scion of the Qin Family, his lineage a tapestry of imperial triumphs, his talent a flame outshining the stars. Now, as the newly crowned Holy Son of the Xuantian Sect, his dominion felt as inevitable as dawn.

'To serve him is to stand at the edge of history,' she thought, her dark eyes gleaming with quiet ambition. 'I will tread carefully, weaving my path through the sect's tangled webs until I am worthy to fight at his side.'

Her pale blue robes, embroidered with silver threads that shimmered with the light, whispered against the polished starstone floor.

In the dim hallway, she met Nie You and paused, offering a precise bow—respect without subservience. Her bearing struck a delicate balance, free of the arrogance that might taint a lesser soul.

'She carries herself with quiet certainty—aware of her place, yet reaching beyond it,' Nie You thought, his scarred brow lifting slightly. 'No trace of hubris—rare for one chosen by the Holy Son.'

He returned a curt nod, his dark robes dissolving into shadow as he moved toward the grand hall.

Within the hall, Qin Ting reclined on a throne of carved jade, its runes pulsing faintly, alive with the sect's ancient spirit. The air thrummed with dense spiritual energy, curling like incense smoke around jade pillars adorned with coiling dragon reliefs.

His crimson robes, embroidered with golden dragons that writhed in the flickering light of spirit lanterns, cast an aura of unchallenged sovereignty.

"What brings you here at this hour, Nie You?" Qin Ting's voice was smooth, yet carried a razor's edge, each word a command cloaked in curiosity.

Nie You bowed, his movements precise, his tone steady with reverence.

"Holy Son, the Spirit Beast Egg you entrusted to me has begun to stir. It is on the verge of hatching."

A spark of intrigue flickered in Qin Ting's sapphire eyes, his mind sifting through memories of the egg—a prize claimed through the Villain System's shop. He rose, his robes flowing like a river of embers.

"Show me."

Nie You led him through the palace's labyrinthine corridors to a secluded greenhouse, its air thick with the scent of rare herbs and the hum of protective wards.

To call it a mere greenhouse was a misnomer; it was a fortress, its walls fortified with arrays that could repel a Divine Platform cultivator's assault. Planters and vials lined the space, holding spirit herbs and elixirs worth fortunes that could bankrupt lesser sects.

Their collective value gleamed in the soft glow of jade lanterns, a testament to the Qin Family's boundless wealth.

Death Guards stood sentinel, their black armor glinting like polished obsidian, spears pressed to their breastplates as Qin Ting approached. These were no ordinary warriors; each was a Divine Platform expert, their lives bound to Qin Ting's will, forged to protect his treasures or perish in the attempt.

Unlike the fodder Ye Qiu had once cut through, these guards were a silent storm, their loyalty as unyielding as the mountains.

"We greet the Holy Son," they intoned, their voices a low, unified hymn.

Qin Ting dismissed their formality with a flick of his wrist, his gaze fixed on the chamber's heart.

Atop a platform of Heavenly Fragrant Warm Jade—a material so rare its use here would be deemed profligate by any but the Qin Family—rested the Spirit Beast Egg.

Its red-and-gold shell, etched with patterns that pulsed with otherworldly secrets, shimmered faintly. The air around it crackled, alive with erratic energy, as if the creature within strained against its confines.

Qin Ting's lips curled into a predatory smirk, his anticipation a quiet flame. "Struggling, are you? Come, meet the master who will shape your destiny."

He extended a hand, channeling a stream of qi into the egg. The energy wove into its aura, bolstering the faltering life within, like a smith breathing heat into cooling steel.

A sharp crack split the silence, reverberating through the chamber. The shell fractured, and a radiant form burst forth, hovering with ethereal grace.

Nie You's breath caught, his eyes widening as the creature took shape. A gasp of awe escaped him, swiftly replaced by unrestrained joy.

He dropped to one knee, his voice trembling with reverence. "Holy Son, this is a treasure beyond measure—a beast worthy of your name!"

'To think such a marvel lay hidden in my care,' Nie You thought, his mind reeling. 'The Young Master's foresight in concealing its nature... a masterstroke to thwart any who might covet it.'

He marveled at Qin Ting's cunning, securing such a prize and shielding it from prying eyes.

Qin Ting's smile deepened, a glint of triumph in his gaze. He had known the egg's contents were a gamble, dictated by the Villain System's whims. Yet fate had delivered a prize beyond his wildest expectations—a true dragon, a Moonshadow Divine Wyrm. freēnovelkiss.com

The creature was a vision of myth made flesh. Barely the length of a forearm, its serpentine body shimmered with pearlescent white scales that caught the light like scattered moonlight.

Its golden eyes burned with molten intensity, radiating an intelligence that seemed to pierce the veil of time. Fangs and claws gleamed with radiant ferocity, and though wingless, it moved with sinuous grace, gliding through the air as if the heavens were its domain.

A divine beast, its presence alone declared supremacy.

The wyrm circled briefly, its gaze sweeping the chamber before settling on the remnants of its shell. With delicate precision, it consumed the fragments, each bite marked by a faint crunch, until nothing remained.

It then turned its attention to Qin Ting, sensing the familiar qi that had coaxed it into being. Its golden eyes softened, brimming with childlike affection, and it darted toward him, looping playfully around his form before perching lightly on his shoulder.

Qin Ting chuckled, a low, pleased sound, as inspiration flared within him.

A silver pill materialized in his hand, etched with green runes—an Eldritch Vitality Pill, potent by any standard. He offered it to the wyrm, testing its discernment.

The dragon sniffed the pill, its expression one of faint disdain, and turned its head away, rejecting the offering with a flick of its tail.

Qin Ting's eyes gleamed with amusement, undeterred, as if he had anticipated the creature's pride.

With a subtle gesture, he produced another pill—radiant with golden and blue hues, its aura pulsing with purity: a Primordial Essence Pill. In the Eastern Wilderness, such a treasure could spark wars, a relic that could drive sects to ruin or glory. Even holy lands would muster their forces to claim one.

The wyrm's form quivered, its golden eyes alight with hunger. It snapped up the pill in a single gulp, then fixed Qin Ting with a gaze of eager expectation, circling him once more.

Qin Ting's smile took on a darker edge, his thoughts not on the creature's current size but on the celestial terror it would become—a beast to topple empires at his command.

Several more Primordial Essence Pills appeared in his hand, their glow casting soft shadows across the chamber. The wyrm let out a joyous trill, devouring them with relish.

With each pill, its aura swelled, its body lengthening until it reached the size of a lithe hound, its scales shimmering with newfound vitality.

Sated, the dragon twirled around him once more, a playful dance of loyalty, before slipping into the folds of his sleeve. There, it curled into a tight coil, its faint warmth seeping through the silk as it drifted into slumber.

Nie You bowed again, his voice thick with awe.

"My lord, with this Moonshadow Divine Wyrm at your side, your dominion over the Eastern Wilderness is assured. Truly, the heavens have blessed you with unparalleled fortune!"

Qin Ting's expression shifted, a shadow crossing his sapphire eyes at the mention of fortune.

'Fortune,' he mused, his thoughts coiling like a serpent. 'Is it truly the hand that shapes this moment?'

The memory of plundering Ye Qiu's Fortune Points lingered, a silent catalyst for the egg's hatching—and not just any creature, but a divine wyrm. The Villain System's machinations had aligned with fate's design, delivering a beast that could one day rival the gods.

His hunger stirred, a ravenous flame igniting within. 'Fortune Points... when will the next Child of Destiny cross my path?'