chapter 15

Lu Chen's gaze swept through the murmuring crowd—calm, composed, until it finally landed on the figure that had stepped forward.

Chen Fan.

He stood beside Chu Ming like a knight defending a fallen maiden, face calm, but defiance burning in his eyes.

A crisp, mechanical tone echoed in Lu Chen's mind.

> Ding!

Target Detected: Chen Fan

— Son of Destiny

— Luck Points: 13,800

— Physique: Dragon Body

— Cultivation Level: Peak Fourth-Level Warrior

— Weapon: Eighth-Level Sword

Lu Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.

"So, you're the one…" he muttered under his breath, lips curling into a faint, amused smile. "The Son of Destiny, is it?"

He took a leisurely step forward, the crowd instinctively parting as if sensing an invisible pressure radiating from him. His black robes fluttered with the wind, and his presence felt like a mountain descending.

He stopped a few paces before Chen Fan, his gaze cold and voice sharp as a blade.

"Who are you?" he asked coolly. "Did no one teach you not to interfere in other people's endings?"

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Chu Ming's heart skipped a beat.

Lu Chen's words weren't just mocking—they were a declaration. He saw this matter as already decided.

Chen Fan, however, didn't flinch. He looked Lu Chen in the eye, spine straight, voice steady.

"I'm Chen Fan," he said. "And no—maybe I'm not some great young master like you. But I'm also not the kind of man who stands by and watches someone be humiliated."

His tone was righteous, filled with fire.

"I don't care who you are or how strong you are. I won't let you trample others just because you can."

Some of the students in the crowd nodded faintly. Chen Fan's words, full of integrity, stirred something within them.

But Lu Chen… laughed.

It wasn't loud, but the sound sent chills down spines.

"You think this is about bullying?" he asked with a smirk. "You think I care whether she likes me or not?"

His gaze swept past Chu Ming, then locked back onto Chen Fan.

"I came to return something unwanted… and take back what's mine."

He raised a single finger.

"One engagement... returned."

"Two years of humiliation... ended."

"And now…" he tapped his chest lightly, "…I stand here, because fate has shifted."

The air trembled faintly.

Chen Fan's pupils shrank. He couldn't sense Lu Chen's true cultivation, but the man's presence… was suffocating.

Even with his Dragon Body, Chen Fan couldn't see through the veil of power around Lu Chen.

For the first time since entire life , he felt unease.

Lu Chen leaned in slightly, his voice dropping low and cold.

"Chen Fan," he said, "this is your first and last warning."

"Don't interfere with me again. The next time you step in my way…"

His eyes glinted.

"…I won't stop at words."

With that, Lu Chen turned, robes sweeping behind him as Yun Li and Yun Mu silently followed. The crowd instinctively parted once more.

Chen Fan stood rooted in place, fists clenched tight, cold sweat on his brow.

Chu Ming looked at his side—and for the first time, she felt unsure. The man she once mocked now seemed like a king in shadow… and she had chosen to oppose him.

And Chen Fan…

He now knew that Lu Chen wasn't just another rival.

Certainly! Here's the continuation written in novel styl

As Lu Chen walked through the academy courtyard, the wind tugged at the hem of his robes. His steps were unhurried, but each stride radiated calm dominance. His mind, however, churned with calculations.

"Chen Fan… Son of Destiny."

He had seen the panel.

> Luck Points: 13,800.

System Points Gained: 2,000.

Requirement for Lowest Lottery: 10,000.

Shortfall: 8,000.

"I need more… and I need it soon."

As his thoughts lingered on system points and plundering destiny, a soft, honeyed voice called from the side path.

"Young Master Lu."

Lu Chen stopped, his eyes narrowing slightly before turning. What he saw made his brows lift a fraction.

A girl, dressed in pale pink robes that fluttered like butterfly wings in the breeze, stood a few paces away. Her skin was porcelain, eyes soft like spring water, and her lips curved in an almost timid smile.

Chu Su.

Compared to Chu Ming, her beauty was more refined and reserved—less arrogant, more calculated. And Lu Chen could see it immediately—this girl came with a purpose.

She bowed lightly, her voice gentle. "I heard what happened at the entrance… Brother Chen Fan offended you. I apologize in place of the Chu family."

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow. "You're not responsible for him."

Chu Su bit her lip slightly, lowering her eyes with practiced grace. "Even so… the Chu family owes you much.

Lu Chen said nothing.

But inside, he was smiling coldly.

"So Chu Sen wants to push his daughter onto me now… hoping to climb higher."

"He underestimated me."