I Truly Am The Villian

Winter snows are always fickle.

The heavy snow that had just stopped last night began to fall again at dawn.

By noon, the sun’s rays had warmed up slightly.

Xu Zimei arrived at the small courtyard where the Dustless Pill Master resided.

"Phenomena will occur during the refinement of the Blood Devouring Immortality Pill, and inevitably some people will come to snatch it," warned the Dustless Pill Master.

"At that time, the Myriad Pill Master and I will need to concentrate on making the pills. Whether or not the pills will be successfully made

depends on whether you can defend them.

Don’t let anyone disturb us."

"Just concentrate on making the pills," Xu Zimei nodded lightly.

"I also remind you, I have only one batch of materials, and failure is not an option."

The Dustless Pill Master nodded, taking the Myriad Pill Master with him deeper into the courtyard.

As for Xu Zimei, he stepped into the void, leaning against the eaves of the rooftop, slowly sitting down with his curved blade in his arms.

He closed his eyes slightly, seemingly deep in thought.

Time was passing by bit by bit.

In the remote small courtyard, a faint fragrance of pills had already begun to drift out after a long time.

This fragrance grew increasingly strong, and during that time, ear-shattering roars of Monster Beasts could be heard from within.

Such noises were enough to attract the attention of some people in Dragon City.

Some people started to appear around the courtyard, inquiring about the situation here.

...

As time went on, the fragrance of the pills in this area had almost become tangible.

The roars of the beasts became more frequent, and even the ground began to shake.

Eventually, there was a loud "boom" of an explosion.

A polar light shot straight into the sky, painting the firmament with a spectrum of colors.

Clouds and mist swirled, and the impressive polar light was striking.

Among the polar light, numerous beast shadows roared proudly.

The tremendous awe of the beasts seemed to envelop half of the city.

"What is that?" someone’s gaze was fixed on the position above the firmament, asking unknowingly.

"Someone is making pills, and they’re not refining ordinary ones," the person beside remarked with narrowed eyes, pondering.

"Quick, let’s go see, this could be the sign of an upcoming storm."

"Divine-grade pills, and they seem to be beast pills.

Our Dragon City has not seen such a phenomenon for many years."

With more and more people arriving, the area around the small alleyway was crowded with onlookers.

Noise and chaos blended into one.

Some were purely there for the excitement, while others had malicious intentions, making their own calculations.

Xu Zimei remained closed-eyed, indifferent, leaning on the rooftop’s eaves above.

At the gate of the small courtyard, a signboard bore a few big characters.

"Do not disturb, risk at your own peril!"

Many who wanted to knock hesitated upon seeing this.

Finally, someone decided to give it a try, stepping forward and knocking on the door forcefully twice.

The moment the knocking sound echoed, a heaven-reaching blade aura burst from above.

The person who knocked didn’t even have time to react, and was sliced into eight pieces instantly, falling bloodily in front of the door.

Those around jumped in fright, clearly not expecting it to be so bloody.

"Look, someone is on the roof," someone with sharp eyes in the crowd pointed upwards, shouting loudly.

People quickly looked up to see Xu Zimei in a purple robe, with his forehead’s stray hairs fluttering in the cold wind.

Feathers of heavy snow landed on his shoulders, and he sat as still as a statue.

Holding the curved blade, he reclined motionlessly there.

Without a trace of momentum around him, many people’s senses couldn’t even detect his presence.

"Who is that?" someone asked in confusion.

"I don’t know, it seems we have never seen him in our Dragon City," replied some of the local residents, shaking their heads.

While everyone was buzzing with speculation, a figure suddenly soared into the sky, flying towards the young man on the roof.

"That’s the Snow Pacing Curved Blade, Qian Bu Jin," someone exclaimed as they saw the figure leaping up.

"Trudging through snow with a mad blade?" someone pondered the epithet for a moment, then suddenly had a realization.

"Contemplating the Way of Inquiry in the snow for three years, he finally mastered the art of the blade, and the name of the Mad Blade resounded throughout Dragon City."

...…

Many knew the Mad Blade was an impatient man.

They watched the upcoming exchange with great interest.

Qian Bu Jin walked on air, looking at Xu Zimei in the sky, they faced each other from afar and inquired,

"May I know your honorable name?"

"Dead men don’t need to know my name," Xu Zimei said indifferently.

"I mean no harm," Qian Bu Jin hastily said.

"I’m just inquiring about the master alchemist who refined pills here."

"I already mentioned on the plaque at the entrance; those who enter shall bear the consequences," Xu Zimei slowly lifted his head.

He stood up, and the snow rustled down from his body.

"Aren’t you a bit too arrogant?" Qian Bu Jin snorted coldly.

He said, "Since we are both swordsmen, how about a duel?"

"You think you are worthy to draw a blade in front of me?"

As Xu Zimei’s words fell, one saw that the blade in his hand hadn’t even been drawn from its sheath.

He merely waved it gently through the air.

A blade’s light, tens of meters long, burst forth.

It shredded layers of space, coming through with endless sharpness.

The expression of the mad blade trudging through snow changed drastically; the blade was too quick.

He couldn’t even draw his own blade in time and could only hastily retreat.

But he still underestimated the power of that blade.

The "clang" of the blade’s light split half the sky, collapsing half the firmament.

In the end, it chopped Qian Bu Jin’s body in half at the waist.

When his scorching blood was covered by the icy snow, and Qian Bu Jin’s eyes, still open in fear, fell before everyone,

many fell silent as if stricken by frost, involuntarily taking a couple of steps back.

"I will say this only once," Xu Zimei stood amidst the surging spiritual energy in the sky,

"Anyone who crosses this threshold, dies!"

...

"The Mad Blade is dead? Just like that?" someone gasped, seemingly unable to believe the scene before them.

He couldn’t even take one strike and just like that, he was dead.

The crowd fell silent at this moment.

Daring to refine pills in Dragon City suggests that the other party came prepared, very confident indeed.

Many looked up to the sky.

The polar light piercing the sky grew ever stronger.

It broke through the heavy snow, the rosy clouds, and tore apart the firmament.

Countless monster beasts roared within it.

More and more people were attracted to the scene.

People knew that a great expert was refining pills in Dragon City; unusual phenomena around pills are the conditions of divine pills.

Moreover, there were powerful individuals protecting the vicinity.

The refining of the Blood Devouring Immortality Pill was not something that could be accomplished quickly.

In this snowy weather, many had even waited for a day and a night.

Fearing they might miss the spectacle of a divine pill’s emergence.

It wasn’t until the next day’s afternoon.

By then, heavy snow had enveloped the whole of Dragon City.

The nine Divine Dragons in the sky seemed to have donned pure white robes.

The beastly shadows echoing in the sky seemed to reach a critical point.

Then "boom," an explosive sound rang out again.

The polar light vanished, and the fragrance of pills spread throughout Dragon City, covering the sky.

Many monster beasts inside the city instinctively roared loud.