Villain: All My Junior Sisters Are Yanderes

Chapter 3: The Show Is About to Begin

Spirit Punishment Hall.

Ninth Prison Peak.

Atop the mountain, sealed off by powerful spiritual energy, Su Ming had changed into white robes and sat before a chessboard. Holding a white piece in one hand, he furrowed his brows in thought before making his move.

“I win.”

He smiled faintly, lifted a cup of fragrant tea, and took a sip.

Across from him, a young man dressed in black looked exasperated.

“Young Master Su, did you really bring me all the way from the Celestial Prison just to play a game of chess?”

Su Ming’s opponent sighed helplessly. “Unlike you, I don’t have the luxury of idling around. The prisoners in my sector are unruly, and I have to keep them in check.”

Su Ming waved his hand dismissively.

“No worries. Next time I visit the Celestial Prison, I’ll make sure to discipline them for you.”

“Next time?”

The young man’s eyes twitched, and he quickly forced a smile.

“Please, no need! I fear if you go back, you might just tear down the entire Celestial Prison.”

Su Ming scoffed. “Honestly, that so-called ‘Heavenly Tribulation Emperor Master’ of yours isn’t all that impressive. His Heavenly Tribulation Dragon Formation still needs a lot of improvement.”

The corner of the black-robed young man’s mouth twitched.

Throughout the entire Northern Spirit Domain, only this man before him, Young Master Su, would dare to speak so casually about their esteemed Heavenly Tribulation Emperor Master.

“…I understand.”

He nodded obediently, making a mental note never to repeat Su Ming’s words to anyone—unless he wanted to lose his life.

Su Ming glanced at him with mild disinterest.

Then—

With a single slap, he overturned the chessboard.

Countless chess pieces floated mid-air, intertwining and forming a complex, ancient spiritual array. Su Ming reached out, lightly tapping two of the pieces.

As they shifted positions, the entire formation collapsed.

But in the center of the shattered array, a single word emerged—”Lin”.

“Find someone for me.” Su Ming’s voice was calm and indifferent.

Hearing this, the black-robed youth immediately straightened and cupped his hands.

“At your command.”

Su Ming’s lips curled slightly.

“Lin Changfeng of the Lin Family in North City.”

“North City? The Lin Family?”

The young man frowned.

“As far as I know, that’s just an insignificant clan. A few hundred years ago, they were somewhat famous, but now, they’ve completely declined. Lin Changfeng is supposedly the son of the Lin Family’s patriarch. He was once betrothed to the daughter of the Supreme Profound Sect’s leader as a child. But recently, I heard that the Supreme Profound Sect sent someone to annul the engagement. Not sure if that rumor is true. If you want to meet him, I can bring him here.”

Su Ming tapped the chessboard with his fingers thoughtfully.

Then—

He grinned.

“No need. Just kill him, and wipe out the entire Lin Family.”

“…What?”

The black-robed youth froze.

Su Ming shot him an icy glance.

In the next instant, an overwhelming pressure descended upon him, making his entire body tremble.

Su Ming’s cold voice rang in his ears, each word striking like a hammer.

“Do not question my decisions.”

“Kill him tonight. If you can’t, then wipe out the Lin Family entirely. And afterward, return to the Celestial Prison. There’s no need to come back here.”

The young man broke out in a cold sweat, his heart pounding.

There was no doubt about it—this was the terrifying monster who had torn through the Celestial Prison’s Forbidden Zone of Gods and Demons in just one month!

He had cultivated in the Celestial Prison for hundreds of years just to reach his current strength.

Yet Su Ming had obliterated the forbidden zone in a single month.

Just the pressure of his aura was enough to crush ten of him.

How was this man only in his early twenties?!

It seemed the Warden was right.

If Su Ming wished, he could single-handedly dominate the entire Northern Spirit Domain’s Heavenly Rankings.

“Understood!”

The black-robed youth bowed deeply, not daring to disobey.

He was just about to leave when—

Suddenly, the sealed space above them tore open from the outside.

A spatial rift formed, and from it descended an aged yet spirited figure, his face full of smiles.

“Ah, I was not expecting to meet Left Envoy Han of the Celestial Prison! My apologies for not welcoming you sooner.”

The old man landed gracefully.

His aged face, lined with wrinkles, was covered in an ingratiating smile.

He completely ignored Su Ming.

Instead, his sharp gaze locked onto the black-robed youth beside Su Ming, and he immediately cupped his hands in a respectful bow.

“I am Du Canghai, the current Sect Master of the Heavenly Derivation Sect. I greet the esteemed Left Envoy Han!”

The Celestial Prison’s Left Envoy held a status far superior to that of a mere sect master.

Not only was his position higher, but his strength far surpassed Du Canghai’s.

That was why Du Canghai was so deferential.

Given that Su Ming had just returned from the Celestial Prison, combined with today’s unexpected visit, Du Canghai immediately suspected something.

With a stern expression, he turned to Su Ming and spoke coldly.

“Did you commit some crime in the Celestial Prison? Is that why Left Envoy Han has traveled all this way to find you?”

“Su Ming, Su Ming… The trouble you’ve caused in our sect is already enough to have you expelled ten times over! If not for your Master pleading on your behalf, do you really think you’d still be allowed to remain in the Heavenly Derivation Sect?”

His scolding echoed through the area.

Su Ming remained indifferent, leisurely sipping his tea.

On the other hand, Han Mo—the black-robed youth—was left speechless.

This old man is really something.

He dared to reprimand Young Master Su?

Han Mo himself wouldn’t even dream of doing that.

He had seen something shocking once—something he would never forget.

At the end of the Celestial Prison’s Forbidden Zone of Gods and Demons, he had witnessed a breathtaking yet terrifying sight.

Their Warden, a woman feared across the Northern Spirit Domain, had been curled up in Su Ming’s arms, her long, flowing hair cascading around her as she shyly gazed at him.

Then—

She had pressed Su Ming’s head down and forcefully kissed him!

Hiss!

Just remembering that scene sent shivers down his spine.

Their Warden had slapped a top genius from the Demonic Sect into the Abyss of Demons, leaving his fate unknown.

Han Mo had always thought that their Warden would spend eternity alone, that no one in this world could ever be her match.

But then he saw that scene…

His admiration for Su Ming instantly skyrocketed.

Yet now, this sect master was treating Su Ming like a mere troublemaker?

Han Mo was baffled.

Su Ming’s talent far surpassed the so-called geniuses of the Northern Spirit Domain.

And yet, Du Canghai was scolding him like some misbehaving child?

Glancing at Su Ming’s calm demeanor, Han Mo silently paid his respects—he would have never tolerated such an insult.

“Ah, Sect Master Du is too polite.”

Out of respect for Su Ming, Han Mo forced a smile and spoke casually.

“This visit is merely a coincidence. I was just passing by and stopped to chat with an old friend. No need to trouble yourself, Sect Master Du. I’ll be leaving now.”

Du Canghai was stunned.

Leaving already?

Had Su Ming offended him?

Good!

This brat was a constant source of problems. If Bai Qingxuan hadn’t begged for leniency, he would have kicked him out long ago.

Watching Han Mo disappear into the horizon, Du Canghai turned back to Su Ming.

With a fury-filled slap, he shattered the stone table in front of Su Ming.

Shards of stone scattered in the air.

Su Ming calmly set down his teacup, his deep black eyes completely unfazed as he looked at Du Canghai.

“From now on, if you harass the sect’s female disciples again, I will cripple your cultivation and expel you. If Bai Qingxuan pleads for you, I will strip her of her Peak Master title as well!”

His voice was cold and imposing.

Su Ming merely chuckled and nodded.

“Hmph!”

Seeing that Su Ming knew his place, Du Canghai scoffed and left.

Once he was gone—

Su Ming quietly cleaned up the shattered stone table.

Then—

He crouched down, picking up a broken chess piece.

For a brief moment, his usually gentle gaze flickered.

A sharp, ominous glint surfaced deep within his eyes.

“The show is about to begin.”