I Truly Am The Villian

The Nine Heavens Imperial Sect was located in the northernmost region of the Eternal Ancient Continent.

Here, plains and fields spread far and wide, the land fertile.

It was one of the most prosperous areas on the entire continent.

In the Northern Domain, where sects stood in numbers and power interwove complexly, the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect was a rather inconspicuous second-tier power.

The so-called Nine Skies consisted of Divine Skies, Azure Skies, Green Skies, Pill Skies, Scenic Skies, Jade Skies, Vibrant Skies, Purple Skies, and Great Skies.

Therefore, the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect also had Nine Veins, of the same sect yet not of the same origin.

Each vein had its ruler, and although together, they seemed like nine unrelated powers.

The gate of the Nine Skies Sect sat atop an unnamed mountain in the Northern Domain.

Once there was a proposal to rename it Nine Skies Mountain, but unfortunately, it was rejected.

Crossing the Sect Gate and looking into the distance, one could see nine mountain peaks arranged in a formation resembling the revolution of the stars.

The peaks soared into the clouds, buildings splendid like jade, enveloped in mist.

Among the steep cliffs and sharp precipices, the mountain’s outline was rugged.

As if vying with the heavens for height!

This place resembled a mortal’s Immortal Realm, composed of the nine surrounding peaks and the floating islands and buildings—that was the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect.

...…

At this moment, on Great Skies Peak.

Inside a richly decorated and magnificent room, Xu Zimei slowly opened his eyes.

His head throbbed with a sour pain, and it felt swollen, as if a surge of memories had been forcibly stuffed inside.

Great Skies Peak, Lin Qiu, the son of the Peak Master of Great Skies Peak.

Xu Zimei did not have the time to deal with other matters, only recalling the forcefully inserted memories in his mind.

After his Divine Soul entered through a rift in a Void Storm, he unexpectedly ended up inside this body.

The original owner of this body was called Lin Qiu, the son of Lin Beisheng, the Peak Master of Great Skies Peak.

Xu Zimei briefly reviewed the other’s life experiences.

The conclusion was a single word: "tragic."

Since childhood, his Vein Gates were sealed. His father had exhausted all efforts, yet only managed to open the first three Vein Gates, enabling him to cultivate to the True Vein Realm.

As for the other Vein Gates, the seals were too tight, too difficult to break through.

Beneath the glory and honor enjoyed for his father’s sake, naturally, there were many making fun of him in the shadows.

"A tale of a good-for-nothing rising to prominence?" Xu Zimei murmured to himself.

The original owner of this body, upon knowing he couldn’t cultivate, initially struggled for several years before completely giving up on the Martial Path.

Day after day, he frolicked with friends of questionable character, living a life of pleasure; he was a notorious wastrel of Great Skies Peak.

But since his father, Lin Beisheng, was the Peak Master of Great Skies Peak, no one dared to provoke him.

In fact, within Great Skies Peak, he had stirred public anger; there was nothing he hadn’t done, detested by everyone, they wished him dead.

This time, while he was away from the peak and indulging himself in pleasure on the mountain’s lower slopes, someone assassinated him.

The assassin was unknown, for the person was masked, and by the time the people of Great Skies Peak found him, he was barely clinging to life.

Lin Beisheng had spent enormous resources just to save his life, holding on to that last breath, though life or death was still uncertain.

Last night, his breath had ceased completely, and my Divine Soul, by a stroke of fate, entered this body.

...…

Xu Zimei sought to understand some matters about the Eternal Ancient Continent through this person’s memory.

But he found that the person really did not understand anything; the things he knew from childhood to adulthood were only related to the surroundings of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect.

"Since I’ve come to the Eternal Ancient Continent, I should visit the place where Demon Thirteen once was," thought Xu Zimei.

"And that treasure of the Demon Race, the Summoning Demon Sky-covering Tree, should also be sought out."

After considering all these, Xu Zimei finally began to take in the surrounding environment.

The room looked opulent, and the bed he had been sleeping on was made of silk cotton quilts.

There was a delicately crafted table and chair in front, and a camphor wood cabinet in the corner.

Many oddly shaped items hung on the walls.

Every piece of wood in the room was sandalwood or camphor wood.

Xu Zimei closed his eyes slightly, sensing his Divine Soul.

Though this body was weak and debilitated, drained by years of indulgence in wine and pleasure,

fortunately, his Divine Soul was still his own. With the tempering of the Divine Soul, it wouldn’t take long before his body would be purified.

Because Xu Zimei’s True Fate World was so powerful, he couldn’t use this body for the time being; he had to start by refining his physical form.

Moreover, the transference to this world had caused some instability to his Divine Soul.

After all, surviving such a tumultuous transition without his Divine Soul being destroyed was already a stroke of great fortune.

......

As Xu Zimei was contemplating, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

A maid, dressed in a green Qing Luo skirt, carrying a tray of medicine, entered.

Seeing Xu Zimei sitting on the bed, the maid was startled, and the tray in her hands almost fell to the ground.

"Young Master is awake," the Qing Luo maid exclaimed, and then she quickly ran out of the room.

Not much later, a middle-aged man and a young man hurried over from the outside.

"Qiu’er," the middle-aged man called out with some concern.

From his memory, Xu Zimei recognized that these two were indeed the former owner’s father, Lin Beisheng, and brother, Lin Feng.

"How do you feel now? Are you better?" Lin Beisheng asked urgently.

"I am much better," Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

"Good, good, Second Brother, you must not be so careless next time," Lin Feng let out a sigh of relief.

He continued, "You have no idea; you nearly scared Father to death this time."

"No harm done, no harm done. As long as Qiu’er is fine, that’s all that matters," Lin Beisheng waved his hand and said.

Then he instructed the Qing Luo maid, "Qing, go and find Uncle Master Zhanlu; have him come and check on Qiu’er again."

Watching the back of the Qing Luo maid as she left, Lin Beisheng then turned his head, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He asked, "Qiu’er, the person who injured you, did you see what they looked like?"

"I didn’t. They were all masked; I didn’t see anything clearly," Xu Zimei shook his head and said.

According to the memory of his previous life, he indeed hadn’t seen anything.

"Don’t worry, I will thoroughly investigate this matter," Lin Beisheng said coldly.

"If I find out who is responsible, no matter who they are, they must pay the price."

As they were conversing, led by the Qing Luo maid, a man dressed in white, elegant and refined, entered.

This man could truly be described as graceful and handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.

When he arrived, he carried with him an ethereal aura.

"Zhanlu, come quick and take a look. Qiu’er has just woken up; see if there are any other serious issues?" Lin Beisheng asked.

He had just checked Xu Zimei and found that the body was basically fine, having narrowly saved his life.

But after all, this man called Dan Zhanlu was the youngest Elder of Pill Skies Peak in nearly a hundred years.

Pill Skies Peak had its unique and more profound research in healing, so this was to leave no stone unturned.

The man in white robe nodded calmly.

His eyes opened, and a vast light flowed from within them.