Villainess Breaker: Raising Broken Beauties Against Destiny

Damian walked around the Heavenly Sword Sect by himself, and of course, he did not wander randomly like some clueless tourist.

In reality, after flying around with his master earlier, he had already seen several important areas.

And this time, he knew his targets.

His eyes kept moving across the passing disciples, especially the female disciples, because he wanted to search for more multipliers.

But even after a long search and many different candidates, no system screen appeared, meaning not one of them had a multiplier.

Damian’s smile slowly faded, and he could only curse inwardly. "Damn, is this righteous sect really that clean?"

He looked around again, unwilling to give up so quickly, but in the end, he could only frown.

"Looks like the system really doesn’t care about beauty alone. They need to have some kind of villainess fate."

While Damian was feeling disappointed, many female disciples around him were also secretly looking at him.

After all, news had already spread that Elder Selvara, who had never accepted a single disciple before, had suddenly brought back an outsider and made him her core disciple.

That alone was enough to attract attention.

More importantly, Damian himself was quite handsome.

His face still carried a lazy, casual charm, and even though he looked like someone who had been beaten half to death yesterday, his aura was still sharp and confident.

Several female disciples whispered softly.

"Is that him?"

"Elder Selvara’s new disciple?"

"He is actually quite good-looking."

"No wonder Elder Selvara accepted him."

Damian heard some of the whispers and almost smiled because he finally got some appreciation without needing to act like a simp.

But unfortunately, the system still remained silent, which made his mood sink again.

Meanwhile, not everyone was happy to see him, especially the male disciples who were now standing near the stone path, looking at Damian with obvious displeasure.

Elder Selvara was famous for being strict, cold, and nearly impossible to approach, but she was also one of the top sword cultivators in the sect.

Not only that, she was extremely beautiful, powerful, and respected, so many disciples admired her from afar, especially male disciples, though none of them dared to say it openly. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

But when they heard that an outsider had suddenly become her core disciple, and that outsider was a man instead of a woman, many male disciples became unhappy.

One of the male disciples narrowed his eyes. "So that’s Damian?"

Another snorted. "A guy from outside the sect suddenly becomes Elder Selvara’s core disciple? What kind of joke is this?"

The more they spoke, the uglier their expressions became.

Finally, three male disciples stepped forward and blocked Damian’s path.

Damian stopped walking and looked at them calmly, not knowing why they had suddenly stopped him.

The disciple in front folded his arms and sneered. "You must be Damian."

Damian glanced at them and quickly understood what was happening, thanks to years of reading novels and comics.

"Damn... I just started walking around, and you guys already came to bother me? Don’t you have anything more important to do than stand here?"

The lead disciple’s face darkened. "Watch your mouth. Do you think becoming Elder Selvara’s disciple means you can act arrogant here?"

Damian sighed again.

This was exactly what he had expected, but he really did not want to cause trouble.

After all, he still remembered Selvara’s warning. He did not want tomorrow’s training to be doubled.

Damian looked at the three disciples in front of him and sighed as he felt his headache growing.

"Brothers... for your own good and mine, can we pretend we never met? Just this once."

The three disciples froze for a moment, and for some unknown reason, their expressions became even uglier.

Damian sighed again. "Yeah... I knew this wouldn’t be that easy."

So in the end, Damian looked at the three disciples blocking his path and nodded. "Okay, then."

The three disciples narrowed their eyes.

Damian casually pointed toward another mountain path. "Let’s go to the arena. No need to waste time arguing here."

He said that because he already understood one thing clearly.

No matter what he said, these people would not listen.

Hard-headed side characters like this usually needed to be beaten once before their ears started working properly.

The three disciples frowned when they heard him.

The lead disciple sneered. "You want to go to the arena?"

Damian shrugged. "Isn’t that better? If we fight here, I might accidentally break something, and then my master will blame me."

His mouth twitched slightly as he remembered Selvara’s warning. "Trust me, I really don’t want tomorrow’s training to be doubled."

The three disciples looked at each other, clearly feeling that Damian was looking down on them.

The lead disciple’s expression became colder. "Fine. Since you want to embarrass yourself properly, we will grant your wish."

Damian smiled faintly. "Great. Lead the way."

Soon, the group moved toward the Sword Trial Arena, and to Damian’s disbelief, the news spread faster than he expected.

By the time they arrived, quite a few disciples had already gathered around the arena, clearly wanting to watch the fun.

Damian stepped onto the stone arena and looked around casually, wanting to search for some multipliers.

But still, just like usual, there were none.

He could only sigh again before turning back to the three disciples standing opposite him.

The lead disciple drew his sword first, and the other two followed. All three of them released their auras at the same time.

From what Damian felt, all of them were at the Fifth Stage Foundation Establishment Realm, meaning they were inner disciples.

This meant they were not weak.

In fact, they were much better than the cultivators Damian usually met back in his old city.

But Damian did not take them too seriously.

After all, he was already at the Sixth Stage Foundation Establishment Realm, and his Qi had also mutated into Flame and Thunder Qi.

Damian slowly drew his new dark-silver sword and rested it lightly in his hand.

He looked at the three disciples and smiled faintly. "Let’s finish this quickly."

The lead disciple’s face darkened. "Arrogant."

Damian shook his head. "No, brother. I’m trying to go home before my master notices I caused trouble."

The disciples around the arena immediately became quiet.

Then Damian’s sword slowly flickered with flame and thunder. "Come on. All three of you at once."