Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

Chapter 263: The Truth Revealed

The Truth Revealed

Yang Fei, you fool, I told you not to eat recklessly. It’s bad enough you eat, but now you’ve soiled yourself."

"An adult living like this is worse than an animal!"

Elder Smith’s furious voice exploded inside the vehicle like thunder.

His face was red from anger, his beard trembling as he pointed accusingly toward the driver’s seat.

The atmosphere inside the Audi instantly became strange.

Yaman nearly drove the car into a ditch.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"What?!"

The accusation hit him so suddenly that his mind went blank.

Meanwhile, sitting quietly in the back seat, Steffan almost wanted to applaud.

Excellent.

Absolutely excellent.

The blame had landed perfectly.

As expected of Elder Smith.

The old man truly understood how to solve problems.

Of course, Steffan’s expression remained cold and indifferent on the surface.

A true expert never exposed his emotions.

Especially not during a crisis involving explosive consequences.

Steffan’s forehead veins bulged.

As the Martial Art King, when had he ever been humiliated like this?

Never.

Not once in his life.

He had stood atop mountains of corpses.

He had commanded armies.

He had defeated countless enemies.

Yet today...

He was hiding in a luxury sedan praying nobody discovered the truth about his digestive system.

Life was truly unpredictable.

But he knew it wasn’t directed at him.

So he could only choose to forgive.

Yaman was suddenly scolded by his master and felt wronged.

"Master, I didn’t! I’m a grown man, how could I soil myself?"

His voice carried genuine grievance.

After all, he had been driving the entire time.

How had he suddenly become the culprit?

"So you’re saying I wrongly accused you? Besides you, who else is in this car?"

Elder Smith was so angry his face turned red.

The old man looked around.

The suspects were limited.

Himself?

Impossible.

Cheery?

Absolutely impossible.

Steffan?

Even more impossible.

A mighty Gold Realm expert losing control of his bowels?

Who would believe such nonsense?

Therefore the answer could only be Yaman.

Simple logic.

Perfect logic.

Unfortunately.

The logic was completely wrong.

Yaman couldn’t stand such injustice, and he shouted back in anger.

"It really wasn’t me, I swear."

"Whoever soiled themselves is a bastard born of a bitch."

"Only a beast without parents would do such a thing..."

As Yaman cursed, he suddenly realized something.

His voice gradually became weaker.

His expression became strange.

His eyes slowly drifted toward Elder Smith.

A terrifying thought appeared in his mind.

Wait.

Could it be...

Master?

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

His master was elderly.

Older people occasionally had accidents.

That was normal.

Perhaps Elder Smith had suffered an unfortunate mishap and couldn’t admit it because of pride.

Therefore he needed someone to take responsibility.

And who better than his loyal disciple?

The moment this possibility entered his mind, Yaman felt enlightened.

Everything suddenly made sense.

No wonder Master was so determined.

No wonder he wasn’t willing to investigate further.

The old man was trying to save face!

As a disciple, wasn’t it his duty to protect his master’s dignity?

Suddenly enlightened, Yaman quickly changed his tune.

"Master, I’m sorry, I did have a bit of an upset stomach today..."

Elder Smith immediately snorted.

"You useless beast, always doing things animals do."

The old man looked disappointed.

Truly disappointed.

He had raised this disciple for years.

And now the boy was admitting to soiling himself.

Elder Smith felt exhausted.

He had invested so much effort.

Yet somehow he felt raising a dog might have produced better results.

At least a dog knew where to relieve itself.

Steffan, guessing Yaman’s thoughts, breathed a long sigh of relief internally.

Saved.

Completely saved.

The crisis had passed.

The blame had been accepted.

The investigation had ended.

For that alone, he should teach Yaman a thing or two in the future.

Maybe a martial technique.

Maybe some cultivation advice.

The kid deserved a reward.

Just as he thought he had escaped the crisis.

Cheery, sitting in the front passenger seat, spoke while covering her nose.

Her beautiful face showed obvious discomfort.

"No, the smell isn’t coming from Junior Brother Yaman."

Silence.

Absolute silence.

The entire car froze.

Steffan’s heart skipped a beat.

Yaman froze.

Elder Smith blinked.

"What?"

Elder Smith was stunned when Cheery spoke.

Unlike everyone else present, Cheery’s senses were far sharper.

As the successor of Voidspring Mountain, her perception greatly exceeded ordinary cultivators.

The smell.

The direction.

The source.

She had already identified it.

And unfortunately for Steffan...

The answer wasn’t Yaman.

It wasn’t Elder Smith either.

Elder Smith frowned deeply.

If it wasn’t Yaman...

Then who?

The old man sniffed carefully.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then his expression slowly changed.

His eyes gradually moved toward the back seat.

Toward Steffan.

Toward the mighty Martial Art King.

Toward the undefeated Gold Realm expert.

Toward the man whose face was becoming increasingly stiff.

The smell...

Seemed to be coming from him.

Seeing everyone’s eyes on him.

Steffan expressionlessly opened his window.

The fresh air rushed inside.

Then he reached over to open the window next to Elder Smith.

Because of the distance, he had to lift his butt and shift his body.

That movement.

Was like an unintended gust of wind.

For one terrifying second...

Time seemed to stop.

Steffan’s eyes widened.

Cheery’s expression froze.

Elder Smith sensed danger.

Then—

BRRRRRRT!!!

BOOOOM!!!

PFFFFFT!!!

A series of thunderous farts erupted.

The sound echoed inside the enclosed vehicle like artillery bombardment.

"(=°Д°=)!!!"

Elder Smith, sitting next to him, screamed in shock.

The old man practically jumped out of his seat.

"Σ_(O?O」∠)!"

Yaman slammed on the brakes so hard the tires screeched.

The Audi swerved violently before stopping by the roadside.

The poor disciple immediately threw open his door.

"BLEEEGH!"

He began retching loudly.

The smell had evolved.

It was no longer merely a smell.

It had become a weapon.

A biological disaster.

A cultivation technique.

A forbidden art.

Cheery’s face turned pale.

The elegant successor of Voidspring Mountain didn’t even hesitate.

She opened the car door and rushed out.

The moment her feet touched the roadside grass, she inhaled fresh air desperately.

Her expression was filled with disgust.

"How can this happen..."

For the first time in years, she questioned reality itself.

A Gold Realm expert.

A legendary Martial Art King.

Reduced to this.

As soon as she got out.

Elder Smith and Yaman quickly opened their doors and rushed out too.

The three of them stood by the roadside, gulping fresh air, looking at the car with a mix of fear.

Even battlefields didn’t seem so terrifying anymore.

This Mr. Steffan was indeed a Gold Realm expert.

Even having diarrhea was extraordinary!

The roadside wind blew gently.

Birds chirped nearby.

The sky was clear.

Yet nobody dared approach the vehicle.

It sat there silently.

Like a sealed disaster zone.

Yaman looked at his beloved Audi with tears in his eyes.

His heart was breaking.

This was a new car.

A very new car.

He had worked hard for it.

Now...

Now he wasn’t sure if it could ever be saved.

"Master, can I still keep this car?"

Yaman asked with a mournful face.

Before Elder Smith could answer, another faint wave drifted out from the vehicle.

The old man’s face instantly changed.

"You’re still worried about your... Car."

Before Elder Smith could finish, he retched again.

After about five minutes by the roadside. The car door open voice come