I Truly Am The Villian

"Forget it," said Xu Zimei, shaking his head slightly in the face of Meng Chenxue’s provocation.

"Are you scared?" Meng Chenxue let out a cold snort and murmured under her breath, "Nothing but a big name with little to show for it."

"Indeed, I am a little scared, scared I might just hammer you to death," Xu Zimei said with a light chuckle.

Sect Master Xiao was slightly taken aback before he laughed and said, "It’s just a friendly spar.

There’s no need to be so serious."

"All you do is talk big," Meng Chenxue replied coldly.

As her words faded, the imposing aura of the Esteem Vein Realm’s pinnacle erupted from within her.

Five Vein Gates opened simultaneously, and a storm of Spiritual Energy swirled around.

The Longsword hanging at her waist also chimed sonorously.

Xu Zimei turned his head and chuckled softly.

His current realm was at the peak of the Emperor Pulse Realm.

He had never really tried to purposely advance his level from the start.

If he had continued down his previous life’s path, cultivating the "Sole Great Freedom Jue" and drawing on the energy from within the Chaos Pearl, reaching the Divine Vein Realm by now would not be an overstatement.

But he had embarked on a creation path never trodden by anyone before.

No one knew what the outcome of this path would be.

Every step for Xu Zimei was an exploration.

So he proceeded with sure and steady steps, striving for absolute safety.

Don’t think that being at the peak of the Emperor Pulse Realm is no big deal; with this level of cultivation, he was already at the pinnacle amongst his peers.

Even in the Central Continent, in the most prosperous area.

The strongest talented disciples have only just stepped into the Emperor Pulse Realm, I believe.

The Emperor Pulse has nine layers; they still have a long way to go.

What’s more, as they reach the later stages, the difficulty of opening Vein Gates will increase exponentially.

The rate of advancement will also slow down.

Meanwhile, Xu Zimei had long left those of the younger generation behind.

This Meng Chenxue, to have such strength at her age,

indeed qualifies her as a standout amongst her peers.

She had the right to be proud.

...

"If you’re not up for it, just give up the position of Saint Heir," Meng Chenxue continued to shout from behind.

Xu Zimei turned his head and saw Sect Master Xiao still fishing beside him with his usual calm disposition, as if he didn’t care much about this matter.

"If you don’t fight me today, I will spread the word of your cowardice throughout the entire True Martial Holy Sect," Meng Chenxue said indifferently.

"Chenxue, that’s enough," Sect Master Xiao glared at Meng Chenxue before turning to Xu Zimei and saying,

"Nephew Zimo, the little girl is thoughtless, don’t take it to heart.

How about playing a few moves with her?"

"It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that she’s too weak. I’m afraid she won’t even withstand one of my moves," Xu Zimei said, shaking his head.

"Anyone can talk big," Meng Chenxue snorted coldly.

She drew out her Longsword from her waist, and the dazzling sword light filled the sky as she slashed towards Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei turned around, not using any Spiritual Energy surrounding him.

He merely lifted his right hand slightly and pressed it down towards Meng Chenxue.

With a "boom," an endless Space exploded at the location of Xu Zimei’s right palm, instantly obliterating the sword light in the midst.

Meng Chenxue’s Longsword, under this palm, shattered and broke.

Eventually turning into dust, it scattered across the horizon.

Seeing this display of might, Meng Chenxue was completely stunned.

She was suppressed on the spot, unable to move.

As the right palm descended with boundless momentum,

her long hair on both temples was whipped up by the wind.

When his right palm was just a few centimeters away from Meng Chenxue, Xu Zimei retracted some of his strength,

fearing he might kill her otherwise.

Even though he held back a bit, his palm strike still caused Meng Chenxue’s body to be flung backwards.

As her body flew backward, a line of blood trailed through the air.

"Bang" went the sound.

Meng Chenxue heavily crashed onto the limestone in front of the thatched cottage.

The limestone shattered into pieces, and Meng Chenxue struggled to her feet.

Another mouthful of fresh blood could not be held back and spilled out, her face was ashen, looking quite disheveled.

"Out of respect for Sect Master Xiao, consider this a lesson," Xu Zimei’s aura was commanding.

He looked indifferently at Meng Chenxue and said, "If there’s a next time, your fate will be the same as your sword."

The stern tone coupled with the sharp killing intent in his eyes.

Meng Chenxue’s expression stalled, and she somewhat dared not meet Xu Zimei’s gaze.

"Sect Master Xiao, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now."

Xu Zimei’s face regained its smile, and he turned to leave Heaven Origin Peak.

Watching Xu Zimei’s retreating back, Sect Master Xiao narrowed his eyes.

After a long while, he sighed and murmured softly, "Inscrutable."

"Master," Meng Chenxue approached Sect Master Xiao, looking somewhat weak.

"Your arrogance is too excessive, one day it will cause you harm.

You know now that there are always stronger people, don’t you?" Sect Master Xiao said with a light smile.

"I also didn’t expect him to be that powerful," Meng Chenxue took a deep breath and said.

"He must be of the Emperor Pulse Realm, but even so, someone of the Emperor Pulse shouldn’t be that strong.

I couldn’t even muster a defense with one move."

"Honestly, I didn’t see through him either, he’s like a shroud of fog," Sect Master Xiao shook his head and said.

After he spoke, he took out a pill and handed it to Meng Chenxue.

"First, tend to your injuries, don’t let any lingering maladies take hold."

...

Having left Heaven Origin Peak, Xu Zimei returned to Goose Southern Peak, where he resided.

Sect Master Xiao wanted to test Meng Chenxue against him.

Yet, he ended up showing her who’s boss.

Xu Zimei felt that he was already quite capable on his own and could actually do without the True Martial Holy Sect.

He didn’t have any particular grudge with Sect Master Xiao either.

Not long after returning to Goose Southern Peak, the maid Chun Xiao came to report that "Ji Baiyu had come looking for him."

Ji Baiyu was a descendant of Emperor Feiyu.

Since he brought Ji Baiyu to the True Martial Holy Sect, the two saw each other infrequently.

They had little in common, and he wasn’t often within the Sect Gate.

"Let her in," Xu Zimei responded.

Having not seen her for a long time, Ji Baiyu seemed to have become even more beautiful.

She had also entered the Esteem Vein Realm and was dressed in a simple lavender long dress that showed her grace.

But her complexion was somewhat haggard.

"Miss Ji, it’s been a long time," Xu Zimei greeted with a smile.

"I thought you had forgotten about me," Ji Baiyu said softly after a pause.

"What? Not comfortable at the True Martial Holy Sect?" Xu Zimei asked with some confusion.

"You should know about my situation," Ji Baiyu asked.

Xu Zimei nodded.

As the last of Emperor Feiyu’s bloodline, the Ji Family’s downfall ultimately led to its annihilation.

Ji Baiyu, as the sole survivor of her family, carrying the Great Emperor’s legacy, sought refuge on the Eastern Continent.

"I entered the True Martial Holy Sect initially to seek refuge," Ji Baiyu said.

"Unfortunately, my enemies have now discovered my whereabouts.

They want to negotiate with the True Martial Holy Sect, to have them expel me from the sect."

"Are your enemies that powerful?" Xu Zimei asked in surprise.

"To make the True Martial Holy Sect compromise."

"No no no, they want to exchange something with the True Martial Holy Sect for me," Ji Baiyu quickly said.