I Truly Am The Villian

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"It seems Younger Brother Xu knows quite a lot," Liu Zongfang was taken aback and said with a smile.

"People come here drawn by its fame, but who has truly been there?"

Xu Zimei pointed at everyone in the dining hall and said with a light smile.

"Brother Liu, don’t be fooled by the number of people here now. When the time comes, how many will truly return alive?"

"Do you think the Ten Great Forbidden Lands are just places you can casually visit?"

Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Liu Zongfang fell silent for a moment.

It appeared he was truly taken aback by Xu Zimei’s words.

But what Xu Zimei said wasn’t an exaggeration; that place could definitely be classified as a Land of Great Omen due to its danger.

However, to say it wasn’t dangerous would also be untrue, there were safe places.

It mainly depended on whether you could abide by the rules there.

But the Ten Great Forbidden Lands aren’t so easy to enter.

Liu Zongfang was silent for a short while, before he finally said with a smile, "Isn’t this why I’ve come to seek a team-up with Younger Brother Xu?

One more person means a bit more assurance."

Xu Zimei smiled and shook his head, finally saying, "Brother Liu, let me give you a piece of advice.

The things inside aren’t easy to take, and you’ve already stepped onto your own path.

Just continue the legacy of your Liu-style Swordsmanship; there’s no need to take such a risk."

After hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Liu Zongfang was silent for a while.

Eventually, he smiled and replied, "Brother Xu, your words are not quite right.

Life in this world is nothing but a fleeting thousand years.

After a thousand years, all of us will be just a clump of yellow soil beneath our feet.

Why not live a more splendid life within our limited time?"

Watching Liu Zongfang’s retreating figure, King Qinyou chuckled from the side, "Looks like you got schooled!"

"Schooled?" Xu Zimei smiled and shook his head.

"Those ants have no idea what that place is truly like."

"You’ve been there?" King Qinyou asked curiously.

Among the Ten Great Forbidden Lands, the Burial Buddha Temple was comparatively a more recent addition.

It had appeared after the True Martial Great Emperor accepted his Destiny and initiated the Era of Emperors.

During that period, Ancient Nether was in retreat, so King Qinyou wasn’t very knowledgeable about it.

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Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

He had indeed been there; to be precise, he had been there in his past life.

As for how dark it really was inside, he was much clearer about it than many others.

"There are only two choices for those who enter the Burial Buddha Temple,"

Xu Zimei said indifferently.

"Either die or live according to another’s imposed thoughts."

King Qinyou fell silent for a while, perhaps realizing he had oversimplified things before.

Which of the Ten Great Forbidden Lands was ever simple?

Everyone was having their meal when suddenly, a commotion erupted from another table nearby.

Two people were seated there, a young man in green clothes and a burly man in a black vest.

Though the dining hall didn’t serve strong liquor,

these people carried plenty of alcohol in their Storage Rings.

At the moment, it seemed the two men were drunk, having knocked all the bowls on their table to the floor.

The man in the green clothes staggered over to the table where the people from the Immortal Mortal Sect were dining.

He pointed at the Saintess of the Immortal Mortal Sect and laughed towards his companion in the black vest.

"Big brother, this chick is top-notch!"

The man in the black vest also laughed a few times, struggling to steady his wobbly form as he approached where the people from the Immortal Mortal Sect were seated.

He slammed the table and, with a mouth reeking of alcohol, shouted.

"Babe, you’re with me tonight."

"Please have respect for yourself, and don’t bring trouble upon yourself," the Saintess of the Immortal Mortal Sect didn’t show anger, only a detached tone in her response.

"Feisty, I like that," the man in the black vest chuckled, reaching out to touch the woman’s face.

Suddenly, a dazzling streak of sword light flashed through the air.

The woman slowly sheathed her sword while a streak of blood gushed from the man in the black vest’s neck.

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His head split from his body, rolling away to one side.

What was weird was that after this man in the black tank top died, he didn’t turn into a corpse.

Instead his body slowly dissipated.

Seeing this scene unfold, everyone present slightly furrowed their brows.

Their gazes converged once more on the man in the blue robe.

All they saw was the man in the blue robe gave a cryptic smile and said, "Saintess of the Immortal Mortal Sect, wait for me to grace you with my favor."

After he finished speaking his body burst with a bang and also dissolved within the chamber.

"The people of Divine Void Sect are always so annoying," the Saintess of the Immortal Mortal Sect said calmly.

The elder of the Immortal Mortal Sect beside her chuckled but didn’t say much.

Being one of the top sects in the Central Continent, people from Divine Void Sect indeed had made too many enemies.

Within their sect, they possessed a secret tome of Delusional Incarnation.

This tome could help them split off one, or even several incarnations.

And these incarnations were very realistic, indiscernible by most people unless killed.

They often utilized these avatars to recklessly do various things.

As a result, their reputation had always not been very good.

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At this moment, in a small hall far from the chamber.

The blue-robed monk, who was the second elder, looked at Wu Qianjun and asked.

"Sect Leader, why did you allow all these people into the temple?

You’re not unaware that these are special days."

"You think I want this?" Wu Qianjun shook his head as he spoke.

"On their own, these people might not count for much.

But the force of them gathered together is indeed too formidable.

Many of them come from different imperial sects.

If we didn’t let them in, I’m afraid they would join forces and force their way in.

It would not be pleasant if things got to the point where faces were torn."

"So what if they do," the blue-robed monk replied with a cold snort.

"We might as well have a fight. We’ve kept a low profile for too many years.

It’s about time to let the world see our strength."

"This is not the time for a moment of bravado," Wu Qianjun said faintly, shaking his head.

"As the Sect Leader, I have to take responsibility for the entire sect.

Plus, we are just the gatekeepers; the real danger is still there."

Hearing Wu Qianjun’s words, the blue-robed monk fell silent for a while.

He knew that he tended to be impulsive.

In the end, he could only helplessly agree.

"On the day the seal is reset, do we still need to stop them?" the blue-robed monk asked, puzzled.

"Let them go," Wu Qianjun shook his head.

"Over the years, how many do you see coming back alive?"

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After finishing their meals, everyone returned to their respective rooms.

Many were quietly waiting; this was a battle without gunpowder.

The sky was filled with a dreary drizzle that continued to fall.

It sounded clear and crisp, like large and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

This early morning, after the rain, the entire Wuhua Temple seemed enveloped in a misty haze, as if shrouded in a veil of washing silk.

It was filled with a sense of mystery.

Most of the monks within the temple were still deep in slumber.

Then, a shout like a clap of thunder suddenly erupted from above.

This voice was incredibly powerful, as if piercing the heavens, that booming cry exploding in the eardrum.

It echoed in everyone’s ears.

"Buddha Country has arrived!"

Sanskrit chants were incessant in the sky, winds howled, and thunderous surges of air currents rolled together.