I Truly Am The Villian

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 Divine Sun Holy Sect

There were three people in the group, two men and one woman, all dressed in light gold robes, riding Blazing Flame Steeds.

“They are disciples of the Divine Sun Holy Sect,” Xiao Guizi said with a slightly focused gaze.

The Divine Sun Holy Sect is also an Imperial Rule Immortal Sect in the Extreme West Region, established by the Divine Sun Emperor.

However, compared to the True Martial Holy Sect, which has a heritage of four emperors, the Divine Sun Holy Sect has only had one Great Emperor, so its foundation is much weaker.

The three disciples from the Divine Sun Holy Sect also saw Xu Zimei’s group. The leading male disciple, with a longsword hanging at his waist, gave a cold snort and proudly rode past on his Blazing Flame Steed.

The relationship between the Divine Sun Holy Sect and the True Martial Holy Sect was not good, mainly because the True Martial Holy Sect was too powerful, being the absolute overlord in the Extreme West Region.

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Even as an Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, the Divine Sun Holy Sect was still inferior.

“Acting all high and mighty,” Xiao Guizi huffed discontentedly.

“If you find them annoying, just beat them up. Why hold back,” Xu Zimei said with a smile, “I’ve got your back, what’s there to fear?”

“Brother, I was waiting for you to say that,” Xiao Guizi chuckled, his eyes on the three people who had moved ahead, spiritual energy swirling in his palm.

Suddenly, he swept his right hand through the air, and a blade shadow formed by spiritual energy slashed directly at the disciple.

The legs of the Blazing Flame Steed ridden by the lead disciple from the Divine Sun Holy Sect were instantly severed.

The Blazing Flame Steed reared up and neighed, collapsing onto the ground.

The disciple was caught off guard and was embarrassingly thrown off.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the disciple got up, drew his longsword from his waist, and glared furiously at Xu Zimei’s group.

“Can’t stand the sight of you, what about it,” Xiao Guizi took out his iron staff, shouted loudly, and without another word, attacked the disciple.

Watching the two in the arena exchange blows, Xu Zimei rode his Desert Flying Horse towards the female disciple of the Divine Sun Holy Sect.

Seeing the situation, another male disciple quickly drew his curved blade and stood in front of the female disciple, frowning at Xu Zimei.

“Kid, don’t disturb my brother Zimo’s flirting,” Lin Ruhu stamped his feet hard on the saddle, leapt into the air, and with imposing fists, rushed at the male disciple.

The male disciple met him with his blade, refusing to be outdone, his curved blade fierce in battle, engaging with Lin Ruhu.

The female disciple looked at Xu Zimei, her gaze wary, her right hand lightly resting on the hilt of her sword.

“What’s your honorable surname, miss?” Xu Zimei asked with a smile as he approached.

“What do you want?” the female disciple asked warily, retreating two steps on her horse.

Xu Zimei whistled lecherously and smacked his lips, saying, “Nice figure.”

“That’s none of your business,” the female disciple quickly covered her chest and frowned even deeper.

“What is your purpose here in Ten Mile Town?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Why should I tell you?” the female disciple shot back.

Xu Zimei just smiled without saying much more, but the female disciple only saw a blindingly fast streak of white light flash before her eyes.

The Sword Drawing Technique, a white sword light, moved at a speed that was almost too fast for the eye, striking the wrist of the male disciple who was fighting with Xiao Guizi.

The male disciple only felt a sharp pain coming from his wrist, and his longsword fell to the ground despite himself.

Xiao Guizi’s iron rod stopped just three centimeters away from the male disciple’s head.

“If you don’t talk, he will die, you know,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

“By stirring up conflict, do you really want to declare war with my Divine Sun Holy Sect?” the female disciple said with an ugly expression on her face.

“Declare war if you must. Do you think we, the True Martial Holy Sect, are afraid of you?” Xu Zimei said with amusement. “But I just wonder, would your Divine Sun Holy Sect really dare go to war with us over a few insignificant disciples?”

The female disciple’s complexion changed slightly, and her chest heaved erratically. After a moment of silence, she finally said, “I can tell you, but you have to let my senior brother go first.”

“You don’t have the right to bargain,” Xu Zimei shook his head. Xiao Guizi retracted his iron rod and kicked the male disciple in the chest.

The male disciple cried out in pain and fell to the ground, looking at Xu Zimei with a face filled with fury and fear.

“Don’t hit him, I’ll talk,” the female disciple hurriedly replied. “There’s a haunting at Ministry Councillor Hu’s house in Ten Mile Town, and we were tasked by the Sect Gate with a mission to help capture the ghost.”

Xu Zimei was startled; these three were on the same mission as him. He stroked his chin, “Interesting. It seems that Ministry Councillor Hu didn’t just issue a mission to the True Martial Holy Sect, but also to other sects.”

In his previous life, Xu Zimei had completed this mission without encountering anyone from the Divine Sun Holy Sect.

It seems likely that he arrived too late in his past life, and these disciples from the Divine Sun Holy Sect had already died here.

Xu Zimei chuckled, waved to Lin Ruhu and his companions, and said, “Let’s go.”

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Watching the receding figures of Xu Zimei and his two companions, the male disciple had a shifting expression on his face, his thoughts unknown.

The Hu family was the largest clan in Ten Mile Town, and it was said that Ministry Councillor Hu was extremely wealthy, the richest man in town.

When Xu Zimei and his companions arrived at the Hu residence, after a report from a servant, soon a flamboyantly dressed middle-aged man emerged.

The middle-aged man wore a loose robe with a mix of blue, green, and yellow, and a green hat on his head.

He had a somewhat yellowish complexion, and his eyes were swollen as if from chronic sleep deprivation, making him look quite haggard.

“My esteemed talented disciples, I’m so relieved you’ve arrived. I’ve been scared all day long, I was almost unable to meet you,” Ministry Councillor Hu said excitedly upon seeing Xu Zimei and his party.

He led the three to the main hall. Xu Zimei smiled thoughtfully and said, “You’re too kind, Ministry Councillor Hu.”

“I have already had a meal prepared for the three of you who have traveled a long way. Let’s eat and talk,” Ministry Councillor Hu suggested, his demeanor seemingly troubled but still smiling.

Xu Zimei nodded. Just as they were about to eat, a servant came to report that the disciples of the Divine Sun Holy Sect had also arrived.

“It’s wonderful that all the talented disciples could gather together. It sets my heart at ease,” Ministry Councillor Hu said with a smile, and then instructed his servant to bring in the disciples of the Divine Sun Holy Sect.

The disciples of the Divine Sun Holy Sect changed their expression as they saw Xu Zimei and the others. The sword-wielding male disciple asked, “Why are you here?”

“Do you talented disciples know each other?” Ministry Councillor Hu quickly stepped forward and offered an explanation.

Afterward, he led everyone into a side hall, where they took their seats and introduced themselves to each other.

From the Divine Sun Holy Sect, the sword-wielding male disciple was Wang Tao, the Curved Blade-carrying male disciple was Xing Lin, and the female disciple was named Xiao Ye.

“Tell us what happened. The description on your mission wasn’t very detailed,” Xing Lin asked with a calm expression, turning to Ministry Councillor Hu.