I Truly Am The Villian

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He pocketed the pill and prepared to bid farewell to the Dustless Pill Master.

"The Blood Devouring Immortality Pill must be used within a month, as it’s different from other pills.

Otherwise, its efficacy will gradually evaporate," the Dustless Pill Master reminded.

Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

The commotion from breaking through the Chaos was too great, so he didn’t plan to break through within Dragon City.

He would wait until he had reached the Northern Continent to assess the situation.

Traveling to the Northern Continent from the Eastern Continent, Dragon City was considered the most direct route.

Leaving Dragon City, he headed straight towards the north.

He walked until he reached the end of the official road, which led directly to the Endless Heaven Sea.

The coastline stretched tens of thousands of miles along the horizon with no end in sight.

The deep blue sea was slightly murky.

The seaside bluestones, shaped by countless years of waves, were now smooth and transparent.

The sea breeze was strong, howling as it swept through the cold currents.

In this snow-fluttering winter, he was grateful that the sea surface hadn’t frozen over.

Snowflakes scattered on the sea surface, rustling and enveloping the entire Endless Heaven Sea.

From a distance, everything was shrouded in fog.

Profound and dark.

...

Meanwhile, in the Long Family, the atmosphere inside the Council Hall was very strange.

Eerily quiet!

After a long silence, Family Head Long Yaotian finally let out a sigh.

He said, "Is everything you said true?"

Pavilion Master Long affirmed with a nod, saying, "The Saint Heir’s token cannot be faked.

The person who injured Shenghui should be him; I’ve seen the portrait.

We’ve also sent people to the True Martial Holy Sect to verify.

Their Saint Heir is indeed named Xu Zimei."

"That makes it troublesome, Family Head, the overall situation must be considered!" The Great Elder stepped forward and addressed Long Yaotian.

"We can’t afford to provoke the Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect.

The lessons from the early days of Dragon City’s establishment were enough."

"Yes, yes," the other Elders all nodded in agreement.

"This trouble was likely caused by Shenghui himself, and we all know what he’s like."

Hearing the discussion and persuasion from the surrounding Elders, Long Yaotian kept silent for a while.

As a father, he indeed wanted to kill Xu Zimei, to take revenge for his son.

But he knew that he was also the Family Head of the great Long Family.

Every action he took, every decision he made, represented the Long Family.

He sighed deeply, and slowly opened his eyes that had been gently closed.

He said, "You don’t need to be afraid, I know what I’m doing.

Let’s put an end to this matter here."

"Family Head is wise," the surrounding Elders quickly replied respectfully.

Watching the Elders leave, Long Yaotian’s expression grew more difficult.

Pavilion Master Long was silent for a while before eventually asking, "Family Head, are you alright?"

"I’m fine, just hate that I’m not strong enough," Long Yaotian shook his head and spoke indifferently.

"There would be a way to take revenge if the Family Head really desired it," Pavilion Master Long pondered for a while before finally speaking.

"I can’t drag the entire family into a burial," Long Yaotian replied indifferently.

"No, Family Head, you misunderstand me," Pavilion Master Long quickly said.

"Killing someone doesn’t always require personal action; sometimes it’s enough to make their death look like an accident."

"What do you mean?" Long Yaotian turned, asking with a puzzled expression.

"What do you think that Saint Heir came to our Dragon City for?" Pavilion Master Long asked with a smile.

"Most people come to Dragon City with only one purpose, to head to the Northern Continent," Long Yaotian’s eyes brightened as he replied.

"That would mean our Saint Heir is no exception," Pavilion Master Long said with a smile.

"There are many dangerous places on the Endless Heaven Sea.

If the ship carrying the Saint Heir were to capsize in the Endless Heaven Sea, no one could be blamed!"

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"Why didn’t I think of that," said Long Yaotian with a faint smile, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

...…

Dragon Harbor

This is the largest dock located at the edge of the Endless Heaven Sea.

The ships bound for the Northern Continent all depart from here.

It was now afternoon, and twilight rendered the edge of the sky a dark yellow.

The sky’s edge intertwined with the coastline, enshrouded in the distance by a mist.

It created an illusion of beauty.

Ships do not set sail in the evening, especially in this heavy snow weather.

The creatures living in the Endless Heaven Sea are also more active at night, searching for food more frequently.

Xu Zimei could only find an inn nearby and wait until tomorrow to set out.

The nearby inns appeared to be very bustling.

Especially at night, they were brightly lit.

Many people who wanted to board a ship early the next day stayed here.

As Xu Zimei was walking along the coast, he saw a medium-sized boat approaching from the side.

"Friend, need a ride on the boat?"

Standing on the boat was an old man dressed in green robes, sporting a goatee.

The old man was rowing with a paddle, smiling at Xu Zimei.

"To the Northern Continent?" Xu Zimei asked curiously.

"Yes," the old man nodded.

"You dare to travel at night?" Xu Zimei asked.

"This is a ’dark boat,’ I make a bit of a living on the side," said the old man with a laugh.

"Ninety percent of the ships at Dragon Harbor belong to the Long Family’s fleet.

They’ve almost monopolized everything here. We small boats can only sip soup in the cracks.

Will you board? We can depart tonight?"

Xu Zimei nodded slightly, as long as he could get to the Northern Continent.

As for the method, he didn’t care much.

Jumping onto the boat, he saw that the old man was surrounded by surges of Spiritual Energy.

The paddles on both sides started spinning rapidly.

The boat skimmed over the silent sea surface, creating little ripples, heading towards the boundless ocean.

...

Darkness fell, and the sea was extremely silent at night.

In the sky, a bright moon hung high above the firmament.

The glistening sea reflected small specks of light.

Xu Zimei leaned against one side of the boat, resting with his eyes closed.

The temperature at night was much colder.

The old man in green robes was just steering the boat seriously.

"How much longer?" Xu Zimei opened his eyes after a while and asked.

"Three days away from the Northern Continent," the old man looked up.

His face, filled with wrinkles and furrows, somehow looked very terrifying and sinister.

Baring his large yellow teeth, he said with a smile, "But only a step away from hell."

Hearing the old man’s words, Xu Zimei inexplicably smiled.

Something felt off during this journey.

But he couldn’t remember having offended anyone in Dragon City.

"Were you sent by the Long Family?" he ventured to ask.

After all, he had previously clashed with Long Shenghui at the Blood Dragon Bat incident.

"What’s a dead man need to ask so much for?" replied the old man indifferently.

"You’re that certain I’m going to die?"

"Do you know where this is?" the old man replied with a faint smile.

"The Sinking Dead Sea, those who sink here, even strong ones from the Saint Vein Realm, cannot break free.

You might as well not think about escaping; we’re already in the dead center of the Dead Sea."

"If that’s the case, then you can’t get away either," Xu Zimei said, frowning.