I Truly Am The Villian

"Go and see," Xu Zimei nodded and replied.

Several people walked over to where the Ye Family was located, where at the moment, aside from the One Leaf Ancient God and Ye Shilong being infected by the Demonic Qi, everyone else was unscathed.

This was precisely what Bai Meng had intentionally done.

When Xu Zimei arrived at the Ye Family, he saw all the members of the family kneeling before him, begging for mercy.

"How does our lord wish to handle this?" Bai Meng asked respectfully.

"Just killing them like this would be a bit too boring; I have prepared a great gift for them," Xu Zimei said with a light chuckle.

Then, they saw Xiao Guizi bringing out the imprisoned Ye Lingtian.

At that moment, Ye Lingtian was wrapped in Demonic Qi, with demonic fire flickering in his eyes. He looked like a soulless corpse, hollow and quiet.

"He has completely succumbed to the demonic," Bai Meng said in a low voice upon seeing this scene.

Xu Zimei approached Ye Lingtian and said indifferently, "Go and take revenge, unleash the demonic nature in your heart."

Ye Lingtian slightly raised his head, and for the first time, there was a flicker of emotion in his hollow, unfeeling eyes.

He stared at Xu Zimei for a long while, his lips parting slightly as if wishing to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.

He slowly headed towards the crowd of the Ye Family, picking up a broken sword from the ground along the way. His gaze was indifferent, as if looking at a group of dead people.

"Ye Lingtian, if you dare touch us," an Elder beside him rebuked angrily.

However, no sooner had the Elder’s words fallen than the uneven blade of the broken sword ruthlessly plunged into his abdomen.

The sword blade stirred tumultuously inside him, and broken flesh and fresh blood flowed out together.

"Still can’t see the situation, huh?" Ye Lingtian threw the Elder’s corpse aside and muttered under his breath.

"Lingtian, we are one family, and everyone here is your relative," the Great Elder said in haste.

Ye Lingtian sneered and waved the broken sword in his hand slowly, and with each swing, a head fell.

A grand massacre was carried out here, with blood spraying and wails echoing.

"Ye Lingtian, for you to slaughter your own family, you will suffer retribution."

"Ye Lingtian, even if we die and become vengeful ghosts, we will not let you go."

As the killing continued in the Ye Family, the blood of thousands of family members almost formed rivers on the ground.

The stench of blood rose to the heavens, and the Great Elder, with disheveled hair, finally pleaded desperately to Xu Zimei, "Sir, if you want to kill us, then do it, but the children are innocent.

I hope you will spare the young ones of the Ye Family, as they have nothing to do with this."

"If the roots are not removed after cutting the grass, the spring breeze will bring it back to life," Xu Zimei said smilingly, "I understand, the children are innocent.

But, I’m sorry, I’m a bad guy."

After saying that, Xu Zimei turned around and left. As the Great Elder’s unwilling roar resounded, his figure gradually disappeared at the street corner.

Blood scattered in the air, and the massacre continued.

......

"Do you think there will come a day when we’ve done so many bad things that we will incur heavenly punishment?" Xu Zimei asked Bai Meng with a smile.

"Throughout history, so many Great Emperors have emerged, and the path of every strong person has been accompanied by blood and fire," Bai Meng replied respectfully, "The only difference is that some people kill openly and honorably,

some raise the sword of justice to kill,

some wear the guise of righteousness to kill,

’With one order, a plethora of bones wither’; what people value is never the process but the outcome."

Hearing Bai Meng’s words, Xu Zimei smiled and looked out over the entire Mixed Yuan Ancient City, with smoke from gunfire pervading and mountains of bones.

"My lord, what shall we do with these people?" Bai Meng inquired.

At this moment, everyone in the Mixed Yuan Ancient City had been corroded by Demonic Qi, turning into demonic puppets.

"Keep the Mad Blood Old Demon by my side," Xu Zimei said, "As for the others, just leave them in the ancient city for now.

Seal off the city, and allow no one to enter or leave."

Bai Meng nodded quickly; although these demonic puppets had no independent consciousness, they still strictly followed his singular orders.

"Additionally, have all the demonic puppets commence a search throughout the city for a box with a pentagram on it," said Xu Zimei. "Or any item related to a pentagram—I want them brought to me."

Surrounded by the pervasive Demonic Qi, all the demonic puppets in the city began to move.

...…

Ye Feiling was dead, with a tragic death, tortured by Ye Lingtian for three days and three nights. His corpse was hung at the entrance of the Ye Family’s gate.

Xu Zimei looked upon the pile of items before him—these were the items that had been found over the past three days.

Unfortunately, he had still not found what he was looking for.

Could it be that the item would ultimately disappear from the world with the death of the Five Ancestors of Stone Stele?

Standing to the side, Bai Meng asked, "My lord, what do you plan to do with Ye Lingtian?"

"Let him roam free," Xu Zimei said with a smile. "He’s different from the other demonic puppets. Who knows, he might be useful one day."

Bai Meng nodded and said, "Regardless, his True Fate is marked with my Demon Seal, something he won’t be able to shake off in his lifetime."

"It’s time for us to leave this place," declared Xu Zimei, standing atop the city wall and gazing into the distant horizon towards the Baili Family’s direction.

The Demonic Qi tumbled overhead, and with the dawn of the second day, the early sun rose slowly from the east.

Xu Zimei and Xiao Guizi also left the Mixed Yuan Ancient City, this ancient city with a history of a million years still quietly stood between heaven and earth.

Like a lonely traveler, it silently recounted its own life story.

...…

The Demonic Qi dissipated, and the sky regained its past tranquility.

Even with the presence of the sun, the coldness of the early winter morning could still be felt.

At this moment, in the far-off Central Continent, within a boundless, vast, and majestic Sect Gate,

a quaint great hall bathed in holy light. In front of the great hall, a crystal clear piece of ice jade hovered in mid-air.

The ice jade was pure white and hallowed, appearing almost transparent, emanating strands of Immortal Qi from its surface.

The Disciple guarding the ice jade, as usual, sat cross-legged within the great hall, meditating and cultivating.

Suddenly, the Immortal Qi around the ice jade turned into Demonic Qi, and the originally hallowed surface of the ice jade started to be tainted bit by bit with darkness.

The meditating Disciple noticed this anomaly immediately.

His face changed in an instant, and he murmured softly, "The Demon General has been born."

He then concentrated Spiritual Energy into his hands and collected the ice jade before hurriedly leaving the great hall.

...

The elder, dressed in a light blue robe, slowly received the ice jade from the Disciple’s hands.

His white temples danced in the Qingfeng, the entire person having an air of a crane-haired youthful-faced sage, unfathomable and profound.

The Spiritual Energy around him was turbulent, with his gaze fixed ahead, seeming to pierce through layers of space.

"This life, it seems, cannot escape fate after all."