The Great Antagonist Ye Wangchuan

(PS: All characters in this book are over 18 years old. Please imagine the art style as anime/manga-style when reading.)

"Sigh... I've been reincarnated here for eighteen years. And only now they tell me I'm the villain."

Chang'an City.

Several tall guards followed a luxuriously dressed handsome youth as he strolled casually through the streets.

The youth's name was Ye Wangchuan, and today marked his eighteenth year since reincarnating into this Xuanhuan World.

For the past eighteen years, Ye Wangchuan had thought he'd simply transmigrated into a wealthy family, nothing more than that.

Although he didn't have any system or special abilities, his life had been quite comfortable and carefree.

However, during his eighteenth birthday celebration a few days ago.

Upon reaching adulthood, he finally learned that the Ye family had completely annihilated dozens of other families!

This included the Su family, Lin family, Qin family, Xiao family, and many others...

And apparently, when exterminating these families, the Ye family had spared all children shorter than a wagon wheel.

This worried Ye Wangchuan tremendously.

I mean, if you're going to eliminate a family, why not do it thoroughly?

Why leave behind a bunch of kids? Are you waiting for them to come back for revenge?

And when they do seek revenge, their first target will definitely be him!

After all, he was the Ye family's sole heir, making him a lightning rod for all their hatred.

"You old fool, leaving me with such a mess to deal with!"

Ye Wangchuan muttered to himself.

Just then, a young woman bumped into him as she passed by.

They both stumbled from the collision.

Ye Wangchuan quickly adjusted his stance and remained standing.

The young woman wasn't so lucky, falling straight onto her bottom.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Young Master, I'm in a hurry. I truly apologize."

The young woman named Bai Piao grimaced as she stood up, bowing repeatedly to Ye Wangchuan in apology.

She then turned to leave quickly.

But just as Bai Piao turned around.

Snap!

Ye Wangchuan suddenly spun around and firmly grabbed Bai Piao's wrist.

"What are you doing?! Taking advantage of me?!"

With her wrist caught, Bai Piao turned back to Ye Wangchuan in panic.

Her outburst drew the attention of nearby pedestrians.

Despite this, the strong hand gripping her wrist showed no signs of letting go.

"Hey hey, bumping into me is one thing, but now you're stealing my money and trying to frame me?"

Ye Wangchuan looked at Bai Piao with an exasperated expression.

He then forcefully raised her arm, revealing what she was holding to the public.

In Bai Piao's hand was an elegant, bulging money pouch.

Upon seeing this, the onlookers quickly understood the situation.

One was a luxuriously dressed youth, Young Master Ye Wangchuan of the Ye family.

The other was a plainly dressed young woman with no notable background.

Who did the money pouch belong to? Did it even need saying?

Immediately, people began pointing fingers at Bai Piao.

Seeing she had no defense, Bai Piao bit her lip and bowed to Ye Wangchuan.

"I... I'm sorry. My grandmother is gravely ill, and I desperately need this money to buy medicine to save her."

"I'm sorry, I... I..."

As she spoke, tears began rolling down her cheeks.

She was already quite pretty, and with her dirty little face now wearing such a pitiful expression.

It made for quite a touching, sympathetic sight.

"How is that my problem?"

Ye Wangchuan said dismissively.

He then used his other hand to grab his money pouch, tugging several times to try and retrieve it.

But Bai Piao's fingers were tightly clutched around the pouch, like a baby monkey clinging to its mother, refusing to let go.

"Young Master Ye, please! I beg you! I know your Ye family is the largest clan in Chang'an City!"

"Your family is so wealthy, just a tiny bit of money from between your fingers would be enough to save my grandmother's life!"

"After saving my grandmother, I'm willing to give myself to you completely, to use as you please!"

Bai Piao spoke while tears streamed down her face.

Even her small face showed two clean tracks where the tears had washed away the dirt.

The surrounding onlookers couldn't bring themselves to criticize her anymore.

Indeed, she just wanted her family member to survive, what wrong had she done...

Bang!

Seeing that she wouldn't let go, Ye Wangchuan decisively raised his right leg and kicked her hard in the stomach!

This kick sent Bai Piao flying several meters!

She flew back and crashed heavily into an empty wooden rack, causing it to collapse.

Although Ye Wangchuan was only eighteen, he stood a solid 1.8 meters tall and regularly exercised to maintain his martial arts training.

In terms of pure strength, a frail young woman naturally couldn't compare.

Ye Wangchuan patted his money pouch, dusting it off.

Then he took out five copper coins from the pouch and tossed them toward Bai Piao, who was lying on the ground.

"If you want to beg, go to the market street. Don't get in the way here."

After coldly delivering these words, Ye Wangchuan tucked the money pouch into his clothes and prepared to leave.

By the wooden rack.

Bai Piao was stunned.

What?

She was a girl, and a pretty one at that, who had cried so pitifully.

After all, she had practiced fake crying in front of a bronze mirror for so long.

Theoretically, rich young masters should all fall for her pure and innocent type!

No! I can't let this big fish get away, I won't accept it!

I still need money to drink at the tavern!

Bai Piao grumbled in her heart.

Then, under everyone's gaze, she shouted loudly.

"Young Master Ye, you heartless beast! You clearly promised to save my grandmother if I played along with you!"

"Now that you've had your way with me, you suddenly change your mind and abandon me! You beast! Wuu wuu wuu!"

Upon hearing this, the departing onlookers all gathered around again.

Although it seemed unlikely that a young master would take advantage of a poor woman like that.

But they loved watching drama.

Wasn't this more entertaining than watching theater?

Ye Wangchuan, who had been about to leave, stopped in his tracks.

He really hadn't expected this.

In this Xuanhuan World where strength was supreme and the weak were prey to the strong.

There would actually be such a top-tier schemer?

Very well, so this is how you want to play it.

Ye Wangchuan smiled and turned to look at Bai Piao.

Then he raised his hand, holding up the previous money pouch.

Seeing him take out the money pouch, Bai Piao's face lit up with joy.

Sure enough, this young master was going to pay to protect his reputation.

Tsk tsk tsk, if only he had done this earlier, now he finally knows to pay up.

Even if he pays now, his reputation will definitely be worse than before.

Haha, this is the price for crossing me...

While Bai Piao was feeling smug.

"Whoever beats this woman the hardest, this money is yours."

Ye Wangchuan announced to the surrounding crowd.

"Eh?"

Bai Piao, still lying on the ground, froze, her expression instantly turning to horror.

She hurriedly looked around at her surroundings.

Only to see circles of people surging toward her.

All wearing expressions of greed mixed with a hint of madness.

Originally, Bai Piao had shouted loudly to draw these onlookers in, intending to use them to pressure Ye Wangchuan.

Who knew that with just one sentence, Ye Wangchuan would turn these onlookers into arrows aimed at her instead.

Speaking of which, why would this young master rather give money to random people than to her?!

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