ALL NOVEL Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The Fawning Saint? Defy Fate!:
The Eastern Wilderness was vast, with few capable of perceiving its entirety.
This barren land was filled with magnificent mountains and rivers, producing extraordinary individuals and exceptional talents.
In one corner of the Eastern Wilderness was a holy land, renowned across the region—the Absolute Void Holy Land.
Its reputation was so grand that countless prodigies and cultivators yearned to join it.
At this moment, within the grand hall of the Absolute Void Holy Land, dozens of people had gathered. Each of them exuded an ethereal aura, their cultivation profound, making them appear otherworldly.
Seated above them all, however, was one man. His presence overshadowed everyone else, commanding their reverence.
This man radiated exceptional charisma.
His jet-black hair cascaded down, slightly swaying despite the still air. His skin glowed with a crystalline radiance, and a mist of purple energy surged behind him, emanating an undeniable nobility.
Simply sitting there, he gave the impression of a celestial being descended to the mortal world.
“Saintess? How intriguing,” he murmured softly.
His name was Su Mo.
For reasons unknown, he had arrived in this world of competing races, where prodigies rose and fell—one that resembled the plot of a novel.
Moreover, he had become the Holy Son of the Absolute Void Holy Land, the most powerful force in the novel’s early stages.
According to what he knew, his birth had been accompanied by visions in the heavens. Chaos swirled, and the entire sky changed color in a dazzling spectacle, as if the heavens themselves were celebrating his arrival.
He was born with the Sacred Physique of the Eastern Wilderness and had been mentored by saints since childhood, worshipped by countless people.
By the age of twenty, he had already reached the profound Pill Energy Realm.
Whether in terms of status or talent, Su Mo was undoubtedly a prodigious genius, admired across the Eastern Wilderness. Among the younger generation, he was hailed as the number one prodigy of the region.
In the novel, Su Mo, the Holy Son of the Absolute Void Holy Land, was portrayed as an awe-inspiring villain, frequently appearing in the early plot.
Elders and disciples of the Absolute Void Holy Land would boast endlessly about him, claiming he possessed the potential to become a supreme emperor, one who would rule the Eastern Wilderness and even influence forces beyond their borders.
In essence, they spared no effort in exaggerating his greatness.
Yet, under the author’s pen, Su Mo was inexplicably reduced to a fool. In the novel’s early stages, he fawned excessively over one of the female leads, giving the protagonist a chance to rise to power. This eventually led to Su Mo’s downfall, resulting in his demise and the collapse of the Absolute Void Holy Land.
What a tragic twist.
A promising Holy Son of the Absolute Void Holy Land, brought to ruin over a woman.
Su Mo remembered the plot vividly.
He had showered the protagonist’s female companion with countless treasures, rare resources, and divine artifacts without hesitation.
Even sacred pills and divine weapons were gifted without a second thought.
Moreover, he manipulated his influence to forcefully appoint this woman as the Saintess of the Absolute Void Holy Land, despite there already being a designated Saintess.
In retrospect, it was the behavior of a complete fool, driven solely by love.
Even after giving so much, the woman remained indifferent to him, rejecting his advances.
In retaliation, Su Mo targeted the protagonist, attempting to eliminate him before he could grow strong, all in a desperate bid to win the woman’s heart.
Looking back now, Su Mo found this thought process utterly foolish and incomprehensible.
As the plot progressed, the protagonist, aided by his golden finger, turned the tables. Su Mo, on the other hand, was repeatedly humiliated, reduced to a stepping stone.
Every time Su Mo thought about it, he couldn’t help but sigh, “A fawning fool gets nothing in the end.”
And that wasn’t the worst of it.
In the latter part of the novel, the once-renowned Holy Son of the Absolute Void Holy Land became nothing more than a backdrop.
Readers mockingly dubbed him the “Fawning Fool” and the “Ultimate Face-Slap Target.”
Whenever he tried to flaunt his power, some protagonist would inevitably humiliate him.
Whether it was someone with divine pupils, a supreme bone, or an unparalleled physique, they would all step on him.
It seemed as if he was born with a “hatred magnet” talent, destined to be humiliated repeatedly.
In the end, his fate was nothing short of a joke.
Betrayed by the cunning Saintess, he met his demise, and the Absolute Void Holy Land fell, becoming a stepping stone for various protagonists.
As a reader, Su Mo had once laughed at the character of the Holy Son.
Had he never seen a woman before?
Was one woman enough to ruin his life?
How shortsighted.
Now, realizing he had become the Holy Son himself, Su Mo felt his lips twitch. He could no longer find it amusing.
Perhaps…he was just born without a sense of humor.
Still, Su Mo quickly gathered himself.
He was a transmigrator, a variable in this world. He wouldn’t foolishly follow the original plotline.
There was no way he would allow such events to happen to him.
That’s right! He would defy fate! His counterattack would begin now.
Fawning over someone?
Impossible. Not in this lifetime.
He wanted to see for himself what was so special about this woman.
Could her face grow flowers?
What could possibly enchant the Holy Son of the Absolute Void Holy Land to such an extent?
At this moment, the grand hall of the Absolute Void Holy Land was eerily quiet.
The elders present dared not speak without Su Mo’s permission. They had no idea what the Holy Son was thinking and chose to remain cautious.
Su Mo’s gaze swept across the crowd before he spoke indifferently, “Invite Fairy Leng Yue here.”
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority, as if his words were a heavenly decree that allowed no resistance.
“I want to see what kind of charm this Leng Yue possesses,” Su Mo thought to himself, a cold smile forming on his lips.
At his command, someone immediately stepped out to summon Leng Yue.
An elder stepped forward to advise, “Holy Son, Leng Yue’s intentions remain unclear. I suggest you reconsider before engaging with her too closely.”
Others joined in, stepping forward with respectful bows.
“Elder Xu is right! Holy Son, you hold a high position. Some may seek to use you for their gain. It’s best to stay cautious.”
“Holy Son, while Leng Yue is undeniably talented and among the top in the Eastern Wilderness, hastily appointing her as a Saintess seems rash. She lacks a strong sense of belonging to our Holy Land. It would be wise to observe her loyalty first.”
The elders genuinely seemed concerned for Su Mo.
In the original plot, this would have angered him. He would have scolded them and insisted on fawning over Leng Yue, even proclaiming that he, as the Holy Son, understood her intentions perfectly.
But Su Mo merely narrowed his eyes, choosing not to respond.
The elders interpreted his silence as disregard for their advice and sighed quietly, stepping back in resignation.
Just then, a voice from outside announced, “Fairy Jiang Leng Yue, the Saintess of the Absolute Void Holy Land, has arrived!”
Before the words settled, a melodious flute sound echoed, soothing the previously tense atmosphere.
All eyes turned toward the entrance.
A woman stood there, elegant and poised, her white robes flowing like snow. Her hair danced in the breeze as she held a jade flute to her red lips, playing a tune that seemed to resonate with the heavens.
As the crowd stared in awe, the woman floated gracefully into the hall.
She appeared ethereal, like a celestial maiden, her snowy robes and loose hair adding to her otherworldly charm. She exuded a pure, transcendent aura, untouched by mortal dust.
This was Leng Yue.
A veil covered her face, enhancing her mysterious, divine presence. Her eyes, misty and crystal-clear, seemed to hold unspoken sorrow, making her appear delicate and captivating.
Her lips were rosy and alluring, her jade flute shimmering brightly. The combination made her seem like a painting come to life.
Even the elders who had doubted her moments ago found themselves captivated by her beauty, their suspicions dissolving in the music’s magic.
Su Mo’s gaze swept over her, and he nodded to himself.
Indeed, this woman was stunningly beautiful, with an extraordinary aura that could enthrall anyone.
Her physique, known as the Heavenly Enchantment Physique, combined icy elegance with a seductive allure, a blend of purity and charm that was truly unmatched.
If she were to be used as a dual cultivation partner, the benefits would be immeasurable.
No wonder the Holy Son had fawned over her so obsessively before.
As Su Mo admired her, Leng Yue noticed his scrutinizing gaze. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of impatience flashing across her expression.
Before Su Mo could speak, Leng Yue addressed him directly, “Holy Son, I must focus on my cultivation. Unless it’s urgent, please do not summon me again.”