I Truly Am The Villian

"Our family also needs to select a new Demon Slaying Warrior."

"This honor and responsibility will fall upon the Demon Slaying Warrior’s shoulders."

"You are the finest descendants of our Lan Family in this era."

"Gathering you all here today is to decide on the candidate for the Demon Slaying Warrior."

"Family Head, how should we go about electing the Demon Slaying Warrior?" asked a young man, full of eagerness.

"Bring forth the Demon Quaking Drum, the Demon Slaying Sword," Lan Juntian called out loudly.

Following his command, a pitch-black drum of immense proportions and a jet-black crystalline longsword with an incredibly sharp edge were carried forward.

All the young people present were filled with surprise and curiosity.

"Strike the war drum," Lan Juntian shouted.

He took up the mallet himself and began to rapidly beat the drum.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The explosive sounds rang out around them.

The jet-black drumskin frothed with demonic qi dancing in the air.

Every beat from the drumstick in Lan Juntian’s hand radiated blinding golden light.

With each strike, the light from the drumstick grew ever brighter, and the demonic fog swirling around it was suppressed and began to dissipate.

Each thud of the drum seemed to resonate with the soul of everyone present.

The echo lingered on, reverberating around the courtyard, unwilling to fade away.

Many people saw before their eyes a sea of blood, intermittent scenes flashed before them.

They were the battles between the Demon Slaying Warriors of each generation and the Heavenly Demons.

The sound of the Demon Quaking Drum seemed to tear through the heavens, shattering the firmament.

It brought with it memories from ancient times, the smell of damp earth and pungent blood, making it hard for everyone to breathe.

A blanket of black fog enveloped the entire courtyard. The withering of the autumn winds mixed with the desolate and harsh cold, spiraling up with the shocking heavens and firmament.

Every generation’s victory of the Demon Slaying Warrior was inevitably accompanied by sacrifice and brutality.

Lan Juntian’s face turned red, and his chest heaved uncontrollably.

When he finished the piece, he slowly put down the drumstick in his hand.

The black fog that enveloped the courtyard gradually dissipated.

Most of the young men and women had collapsed to the ground.

Only three people could barely stand still.

"You three, come forward," Lan Juntian said, looking at the Demon Slaying Sword on the stone platform in front of him.

Among these three, there was a young woman who was indeed Lan Ke’er.

"Lift this Demon Slaying Sword and gain the approval of the Sword Spirit, and you will be the Demon Slaying Warrior of this generation."

Hearing Lan Juntian’s words, the first young man hastily stepped forward.

He took a deep breath as the Spiritual Energy of the Esteem Vein Realm surged around him.

He slowly gripped the hilt of the sword and let out a roar.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his muscles trembled.

He exerted all his strength to lift the sword in his hands.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the Demon Slaying Sword did not budge.

The young man kept at it for a long while, seemingly deflated, and finally sat down on the ground with a thump.

"That’s enough, everyone only gets one chance."

"If you can’t do it, you can’t do it," Lan Juntian said indifferently, seeing the young man’s unconvinced gaze.

Then the second young man beside him stepped forward, and his outcome was essentially the same as the first young man’s.

"Now it’s your turn to try," Lan Juntian said, looking at the only remaining Lan Ke’er.

"Brute force won’t work."

Lan Ke’er frowned slightly, stepped forward, and placed her hands on the Demon Slaying Sword.

Rather than rushing to lift it, she closed her eyes and felt the sword with her heart.

The emotions of the sword, and the ideas it wanted to convey.

Since the Demon Slaying Sword had a Sword Spirit, it must be sentient.

......

Her vision was utterly dark, not even Lan Ke’er knew where the Sword Spirit had taken her consciousness.

Demonic Qi surged through the sky, brimming with brutality and despair.

Mixed emotions intertwined within it, as if to erode Lan Ke’er’s consciousness.

Her eyes gradually turned blood-red, a state hardly anyone under normal circumstances could resist.

Just as Lan Ke’er was about to be corrupted by the Demonic Qi,

a dazzling blue radiance suddenly emanated from her body.

Under the shroud of this blue light, her long hair turned a deep blue first,

followed by her eyes, and then the skin on her entire body followed suit.

In such a state, Lan Ke’er’s expression was incredibly calm.

No matter how furiously the Demonic Qi roared around her, it couldn’t disturb her mind in the slightest.

Lan Ke’er looked around in amazement, for she had found she could enter this state since the first day she started her cultivation.

Although she didn’t know why, her combat power would increase manifold in this state.

What’s more important, she could remain unaffected by any factor.

Terribly calm.

"Could it be that I’m a natural-born Demon Slaying Warrior?"

Lan Ke’er muttered to herself with amusement.

Then the darkness in front of her dispersed, and she finally saw the Sword Spirit within the Demon Slaying Sword.

...

Meanwhile, in the outside world, Lan Ke’er slowly opened her eyes.

She smiled at Lan Juntian, then lifted her right hand gently.

The Demon Slaying Sword was effortlessly raised by her.

"How could it be," some of the youngsters nearby seemed to be in disbelief.

Seeing this scene, Lan Juntian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With a pointed finger, he spoke indifferently to the defeated youngsters, "Take them away and erase this memory.

Before the Heavenly Demon appears, the news of the Demon Slaying Warrior must not be leaked to anyone."

Then he turned to Lan Ke’er with a smile and said, "Ke’er, come with me.

There are some things I should talk to you about."

...…

Xu Zimei slowly closed the book in his hands.

"Demon-Slaying Family," he chuckled lightly, his gaze stretching towards the distant horizon.

"Ah, Lan Ke’er!"

Afterward, Xu Zimei browsed the bookshelf again, and a book titled "Empress Epoch" caught his attention.

The sunlight from outside shone through the window, and as Xu Zimei sat cross-legged on the floor, he leisurely opened the book and began to read with interest.

She was hailed as one of the greatest Great Emperors in the history of the True Martial Holy Sect.

Perhaps this lady’s life was indeed worthy of the term ’legendary.’

...…

Jiang Mochou walked out of the desolate Endless Heaven Sea, his eyes fixed on the direction of the Taiyuan Holy Sect.

The Void Elder had told him,

there is no retreat in the fight against the Demon Lord, and this journey might be a one-way trip.

He knew before he set foot on this path, he had to visit the Taiyuan Holy Sect.

Tan Jiulin, following the directives of the Evil God List, finally met the Sage who created the Evil God List and had prepared a second Battle Body for him.

The great dramas of the age were about to unfold, and people were setting the stage.

Whether it be a role at dawn or dusk, or that of a chariot, horse, cannon, or foot soldier,

each character had their own life, their own destiny,

and their own story.

Located in a very secluded hollow in the Extreme West Region,

Baili Xiao slowly crawled out of the cave.

Her past life’s opportunity lay here.

Back then, she was the Jade Pure Fairy.

Before reincarnating, to take precautions, she left the legacy of her past life here.

With this legacy, she could step onto the path of the strong even faster.