I Truly Am The Villian

What’s truly terrifying is that this furnace can help beings to remold their bodies.

It allows them to be more harmonious and aligned with the natural order and truth of the Great Dao.

It also makes it easier to control one’s own body and inherent strength.

The only drawback of the furnace is its excessive consumption.

Each usage requires a significant amount of resources.

Therefore, the True Martial Holy Sect had a rule that the top three winners of the martial arts tournament were granted an opportunity to use the furnace.

Xu Zimei, who had earlier become the Saint Heir, was also entitled to use it.

However, he didn’t feel the need for the furnace’s assistance and thought it unnecessary.

Many of the disciples who came back to participate in the martial arts tournament were actually here for the furnace.

At this moment, on Goose Southern Peak, Xu Zimei was basking in the sun, casually flipping through books.

These books were obtained from the Extinct Heaven Sect.

They contained many of the Extinct Heaven Sect’s top secrets which he would read whenever he had idle time.

Occasionally, they would provide some useful intelligence.

Observing Xu Zimei’s comfortable stance, Xia Zihe spoke with a hint of confusion.

"Zimo, you don’t seem to be worried at all.

Many people will be targeting you, the Saint Heir, when the time comes.

I believe many would enjoy seeing you embarrassed."

"Oh," Xu Zimei responded indifferently with a nod.

"You’re really as steady as Mount Tai," Xia Zihe underestimated in a low voice, slowly continuing.

"I must tell you, being the Saint Heir is just a title.

Although your status in the Sect Gate is somewhat elevated, many direct disciples don’t take you seriously in private."

"Why bother about others’ opinions when walking your own path?" Xu Zimei replied with a light laugh.

"As long as they don’t stand in my way, everything is negotiable."

"I just went out to gather some information, and several heavyweight direct disciples have returned to the sect," Xia Zihe said.

"Their realms must be at the Emperor Pulse by now, can you handle them?"

"The ship will find its way around the bend when it reaches the bridge," Xu Zimei said with a smile and a wave of his hand.

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At this moment on Heaven Origin Peak, Jiang Xier emerged from the mountain with a distressed expression.

The Sect Master Xiao’s words still echoed faintly in her ears.

"This is the Sect Gate, where there is no order, there is no circle and square.

Since the Sixth Elder violated the regulations, placing her under confinement is already sparing much face."

Drawing a deep breath, Jiang Xier’s gaze pierced through layers of immortal mist as she murmured in a low voice.

"Xu Zimei, this matter originated because of you.

Falsely targeting Baili Junior Sister, and even drawing our master into it."

With a step into the void, she headed straight for Goose Southern Peak.

Although Xu Zimei was the Saint Heir, she felt no fear in her heart.

This batch of direct disciples had been cultivating for several decades longer than Xu Zimei’s generation and naturally were stronger.

Endless snow fluttered through the sky, a grand spectacle.

As the vast drifting snow fell, Jiang Xier’s face turned sharp, her purple dress almost frozen by the frost.

On Goose Southern Peak, Xu Zimei, who was sunbathing, suddenly felt a chill.

He looked toward the distant horizon and said to Xia Zihe with a smile, "Your goddess is coming."

"What?" Xia Zihe was taken aback, looking at the snow fluttering all over the sky and instantly reacting.

"No way, she couldn’t have known I was here and specifically come to find me, could she?"

"Very likely," Xu Zimei nodded in agreement.

Xia Zihe hastily tidied up his hair and asked Xu Zimei, "How about it? Do I look handsome?"

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"Handsome beyond the sky," Xu Zimei nodded and replied, "With half of my good looks."

...

As the temperature in the sky grew ever colder, the ice and snow hanging in midair became increasingly near.

Xia Zihe took a step into thin air, walking towards Jiang Xier.

The ice and snow slowly dissipated, revealing Jiang Xier’s face, cold as frost.

Xia Zihe’s heart skipped a beat, feeling that something was amiss.

"Junior Sister Jiang," he called out with a smile.

"What is it?" Jiang Xier asked with an icy voice.

Xia Zihe quickly shook his head, stepping aside.

Jiang Xier took a deep breath, looked in the direction of Goose Southern Peak, and said in a sharp tone, "Xu Zimei, come out here."

Her voice was so shocking that it echoed through half of the heavens and earth.

At that moment, many disciples around the vicinity of the True Martial Holy Sect were looking at each other from a distance, watching the scene with interest.

"Tsk tsk, Junior Sister Jiang’s temper is still so fiery. I wonder what the new Saint Heir did to provoke her."

From the direction of Heaven Origin Peak, Overlord King Xiang Qianheng spoke in a low voice, full of interest.

"It’s a good opportunity to test each other’s mettle."

Xu Zimei lifted his head, chuckled lightly, and was not surprised by the scene unfolding.

He figured it must be because of the Sixth Elder’s matter; otherwise, he and her didn’t really cross paths.

Xu Zimei lay in his recliner, making no move to get up, since he found such skirmishes rather meaningless.

If it truly came to a fight, he would pulverize his opponent in one go.

Xia Zihe, witnessing this scene, frowned slightly and asked, "Junior Sister Jiang, how has Junior Brother Zimo offended you?"

"This matter is none of your concern," Jiang Xier replied indifferently.

"Junior Brother Zimo is our master’s son, so his affairs are my affairs," Xia Zihe replied just as unceremoniously.

"So what? Do you want to have a fight with me?" Jiang Xier asked with a frosty gaze.

"If you’re looking for trouble with Junior Brother Zimo, then what’s wrong with having a fight?" Xia Zihe slowly drew the broadsword from his back, his eyes bright and steadfast.

"That’s enough, this is not a place for you to fight," came a voice from Goose Southern Peak, cutting through the tense atmosphere between them.

Jiang Xier looked towards the source of the voice and saw Xu Zimei walking over leisurely.

"Xu Zimei," she said word for word, her tone stern.

"Don’t put on such a bitter and grievous face; some people just ask for trouble," Xu Zimei replied casually.

"If you really want to fight me, I’ll be waiting at the martial arts competition."

"We can’t start now."

Listening to Xu Zimei’s words, Jiang Xier took a deep breath, glancing around.

She knew countless eyes were upon them, including some higher-ups who would definitely intervene to stop a fight if it broke out.

"Fine, then I’ll be waiting for you," Jiang Xier said before turning and leaving with a flounce of her sleeves.

Many disciples watching secretly were disappointed that a fight didn’t break out and left in low spirits.

Xia Zihe looked at Xu Zimei, his expression serious as he asked, "How did you manage to provoke her?"

"Sometimes, you don’t have to provoke anyone for trouble to find you," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

"Why, are you worried about your goddess?"

"Even now you joke," Xia Zihe said, "I’m not even sure I can beat her."

"So little confidence in me, huh?" Xu Zimei laughed, his gaze drifting to the distance as he spoke nonchalantly.

"This martial arts competition, I plan to give everyone a surprise."

...…

The martial arts competition was set for three days later, and the True Martial Holy Sect seemed unusually calm in the days leading up to it.

It was as if there were a calm before the storm.

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