In July, the days were long. The sunlight beat down on the suburban racecourse, making it so hot that people felt somewhat impatient.

A young master wearing a black shirt sat in the innermost shaded area. His face was gloomy, and others who saw him didn't dare to approach, so much so that a vacuum zone formed around him.

Someone saw him and wanted to go forward to strike up a conversation, but was immediately pulled back by a companion.

"Do you have a death wish? That's the living ancestor of the Lin Family. He's clearly in a bad mood right now. Are you offering yourself up for him to vent his anger?"

Upon hearing that it was Lin Sui, the person who had been preparing to strike up a conversation immediately dismissed the thought.

Even if people in their circle hadn't seen Lin Sui's appearance, they had heard of Lin Sui's reputation. Although he had a beautiful face that made him look easy to talk to, he was a genuinely domineering, arrogant, and reckless person. Various ways of humiliating people emerged from him endlessly. He was a Little Master who was not to be trifled with. Those who were held a grudge against by him would lose a layer of skin at the very least.

The people coming and going in the racecourse didn't know that the person sitting in the shade at this moment had already changed his core. This Lin Sui was no longer that Lin Sui.

Lin Sui's mood was currently gloomy to the extreme. If everything had proceeded according to the normal trajectory, he should have been reduced to ashes a few minutes ago, rather than sitting in this place to complete some damn mission.

He could clearly see a pale blue bead floating in his Spiritual Platform. It made him really want to cut open his head and forcefully take it out. But unfortunately, modern medicine could not detect the existence of this thing.

The Will of Heavenly Dao sensed his malice. The bead emitted a transparent electric current, causing Lin Sui's head to ache as if it were being pricked by needles.

[You must remember, your mission is to retrieve the scattered remnant souls of the Child of Fortune, serve him as your master in every world, give your all for him, and dedicate yourself unto death!]

Lin Sui had already heard these words once a few minutes ago. Enduring the pain of his nerves being sliced apart, he propped up his cheek and replied lazily.

[I know. My memory isn't that bad yet, though it might not be the same if you shock me a few more times.]

The Will of Heavenly Dao—Lin Sui preferred to give this thing a more modern name, that is, the System—stopped its so-called punishment.

The System warned: [You'd better behave yourself.]

Lin Sui sneered, not answering.

Speaking of which, the situation reaching this point actually carried a hint of having only himself to blame, but Lin Sui was unwilling to describe himself like that. It would be better to say that the winner becomes king, and the loser becomes the bandit.

This was Lin Sui's third life. In his first life, he was a wealthy young master who had been switched at birth. He reversed all disadvantages and grasped power, but unfortunately, he died before he could enjoy it for long.

After dying, he had a second life. He transmigrated into a book.

He transmigrated into a cultivation novel and became a cannon fodder with a Human Cauldron Physique, destined to be beneath others.

Lin Sui never accepted his fate. Even with the body of a human cauldron, he cultivated hard. However, the body bestowed upon him by fate was not suitable for marrow washing. No matter how desperately he tried or how hard he worked, he could not use the spiritual energy stored within his body.

He was like a vessel storing spiritual energy, only able to wait for someone to pluck him and continuously siphon his spiritual energy away.

After failing with various methods, Lin Sui met the protagonist of this cultivation novel.

Protagonist—what an alluring word.

He had the Dao Bone that Lin Sui sought but could not obtain. Lin Sui knew that the protagonist could still cultivate even if he lost this Dao Bone, whereas he only had this one chance.

Lin Sui had once paid a huge price to trade with someone, just to exchange for the other party's Dao Bone. Yet, it could not be integrated. According to what the plot stated, only this Spirit Bone on the protagonist's body could perfectly adapt to anyone.

This was a cultivation novel without any romantic pairings. The protagonist was a virgin who was single-mindedly devoted to the Dao. In order to get close to him, Lin Sui seduced him.

When digging out the other party's Dao Bone and integrating it into his own body, Lin Sui was prepared to fail and die. This did not stop him from taking a gamble. If he succeeded, he would never have to be beneath others again, and he was willing to pay the price for his actions. If he failed, everything would end. He valued his life, but he didn't want to live like a piece of trash.

But what he didn't expect was that at the moment he integrated it, the Heavenly Dao was furious and directly struck him with lightning, blowing him up.

He should have died, his Dao vanishing and his soul scattering. But the funny thing was that because the protagonist was right next to him, that lightning bolt directly shattered the soul of the Child of Fortune, scattering it across small worlds. The Will of Heavenly Dao didn't intend to let him die, but rather made him come to atone for his sins.

Just like in this cultivation novel, the Child of Fortune was also a beautiful, strong, but miserable character in other small worlds. He would be exceedingly miserable at first. What Lin Sui had to do was protect the Child of Fortune, become his golden finger, and let the Child of Fortune ascend to the peak.

This was forced upon him. Lin Sui had no right to say no, and was directly bound to this place.

This was the first world. He was an honorable, universally doted on, arrogant, and domineering wealthy young master. And his old lover, who was implicated by him and was originally the protagonist, was a pitiful and lowly illegitimate son.

[The Child of Fortune has appeared! Hurry up and lend him a helping hand to protect him!]

The System's voice suddenly became excited, urging Lin Sui.

Lin Sui's gaze fell on the center of the racecourse, revealing an expression of watching a good show.

A young man wearing a stable boy's uniform was shoved to the ground, silently facing the scolding.

"What a piece of trash. You can't even lead a horse properly. Are you just waiting for me to fall to my death so you can be the eldest young master?"

Yan Zhou held a horsewhip in his hand, cursing with extreme irritability.

The people standing around all crossed their arms to watch the excitement. Everyone knew that the one lying down was the illegitimate son of the Yan Family. His birth mother was an escort who had gotten pregnant secretly, and only sent him to the Yan Family when he was sixteen. After doing a paternity test, the head of the Yan Family had no choice but to hold his nose and acknowledge this son, keeping him at home.

However, saying he was raised at home merely meant letting him suffer torture at home. Yan Zhou was not someone with a good temper. Faced with this suddenly appearing illegitimate younger brother, he was as displeased as could be, bullying him in various ways. The head of the Yan Family turned a blind eye; as long as he didn't go too far, he wouldn't interfere.

Yan Zhou never put up a front of brotherly love. He wished everyone would step on the illegitimate son, so this illegitimate son became the recognized punching bag in their circle.

The System was still urging him in his mind, just short of preparing to threaten him with electrocution. The more it acted like this, the more Lin Sui remained as immovable as a mountain.

However, when the horsewhip in Yan Zhou's hand lashed out onto the young man's body, his brow twitched, and he stood up with considerable displeasure.

Yan Zhou's strikes were not light. As he looked at the wounds on Yan Qin's body, his face bore a twisted sense of pleasure. It was just that he suddenly realized the surrounding voices had quieted down, becoming somewhat eerily silent.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw that ancestor, Young Master Lin, looking at him with a faint smile that was not quite a smile, and he subconsciously shivered.

"Ah Sui, was my voice too loud and disturbed you? I saw that you seemed a bit unhappy just now. Do you want to vent your anger too?"

Yan Zhou immediately did a 180-degree flip in his attitude. The anger on his face completely faded, and he handed the horsewhip to Lin Sui somewhat flatteringly.

The curled-up, tall young man looked up, revealing a pair of indifferent and profound eyes.

Despite his face being covered in bruises, it could still be seen that he was handsome. He had a high nose bridge, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes. Even if it was hard to hide his miserable state, he still had a feeling that was extraordinarily different from others.

Seeing the purple bruises on his face from being beaten, Lin Sui gently curved his lips.

He had a breathtakingly beautiful face, and his smile was lovely, yet it didn't stir one's heart, but rather sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

"How pathetic."

Lin Sui squatted down and used the horsewhip to lift Yan Qin's chin. He carefully examined his eyes and eyebrows, seemingly sighing with pity.

During their first meeting, he had also been this pathetic. Yan Qin, dressed all in black, had slain the demonic beast he was hunting with a single sword strike. He tossed him a bottle of medicine and said, "A Human Cauldron Physique is not suitable for this."

He knew Yan Qin had good intentions, because he could die at any moment while hunting demonic beasts. But Yan Qin didn't understand. Knowing something is impossible yet still doing it isn't always foolishness; sometimes, it's unwillingness to concede.

When others were fearful, he was greedy. Even in death, his ambitions would not vanish.

Yan Qin met these beautiful, obsidian-like eyes, only feeling nauseated. This hypocritical concern was no different from crocodile tears.

Lin Sui saw the deeply hidden disgust and ridicule in Yan Qin's eyes, like faintly flickering cold flames.

Lin Sui knew he must be holding a grudge. Like a weak wolf cub, when he grew strong, he would bare his fangs and tear his prey to pieces without hesitation.

"If you look at me with that kind of gaze again, how about I help you dig them out?"

Lin Sui said with a smile, as if discussing it in a friendly tone.

System: [Watch your words!]

Lin Sui said innocently: [I'm just playing my character setting.]

He actually had no interest in truly hurting Yan Qin.

The people around them all felt a wave of chills, because they knew the little ancestor could do what he said.

Yan Zhou revealed excitement on his face. He didn't dare to speak, afraid that Lin Sui would change his mind, but in his heart, he was looking forward to Lin Sui making a move. How could a blind man compete with him? Moreover, he wouldn't be the one doing the deed.

Yan Qin lowered his eyes, hiding his malice and hostility. He couldn't directly clash with Lin Sui right now.

"You're quite sensible, but did I let you lower your head?"

Lin Sui's previous sentence was a compliment, but his expression changed in the next.

His hand pressed against the back of Yan Qin's neck, forcing him down toward the ground.

Yan Qin's face was pressed against the grassy field. The squeezing sensation coming from the back of his neck made it impossible for him to lift his head. The dense grass blocked his breathing, causing his face to quickly flush red. The threat of death felt exceptionally real.

He struggled pathetically. The force on his back suddenly loosened. He greedily breathed in fresh air, his vision somewhat blurry as he looked at the smiling young man still squatting beside him.

He watched as the young man wiped his fingers as if disgusted by dirt, and threw the handkerchief onto his face.

When the soft fabric touched his cheek, he heard the young man's highly distinctive and loathsome voice.

"Yan Zhou, lend him to me. My family's Wu Yun recently just passed away."

Wu Yun was the Little Master's favorite black-backed dog, which had died of old age a few days ago.

Yan Qin looked at the young man's slender back, a taste of rust rising in his mouth.

Lin Sui.

He repeated this name in his heart, full of grim malice.

Lin Sui didn't look back at the person lying on the ground. Without changing his expression, he entered the club, and only when he reached the bathroom of the resting private room did he hold onto the sink and dry heave.

The System was truly ruthless; it had almost shocked him into fainting.

The System cursed loudly: [What the [Beep—] are you doing! Who told you to treat him like this! I knew you weren't a good person!]

Listening to his mind full of censored words, Lin Sui unhurriedly washed his hands.

If the System had a physical body, it would probably jump out and point at him while cursing.

"Of course I'm not a good person. Haven't you always known that?"

Lin Sui looked at his pale face in the mirror and slowly curved his lips.

"As for protecting him... I'll protect him just like the original owner protected Wu Yun. Isn't that perfectly justified?"

His beautiful eyes revealed confusion: "Am I doing something wrong?"

The System knew he was doing it on purpose and was so angry it almost had a cerebral infarction.

Listening to its incoherent state, Lin Sui smiled even more innocently.

Even if it was the Heavenly Dao, it shouldn't try to dictate his actions.