I Truly Am The Villian

A white spiritual energy diffused out, enveloping Xu Zimei like a mist.

After a long while, Dan Zhanlu slightly frowned and said, "Strange, yesterday, I saw he was almost beyond saving.

How come he’s fine today, and recovered so quickly? It doesn’t make sense."

"It’s good that he’s fine, it’s good," Lin Beisheng laughed heartily.

He said, "My son has always been blessed by fortune."

"If that’s the case, then it’s very good. Just take care of his body in the following days and he will recover," Dan Zhanlu nodded and said unemotionally.

"Dad, I’m a bit tired," Xu Zimei rubbed his head and said.

"If you’re tired, then rest more. I’ll have someone make you something to eat later to strengthen your body," Lin Beisheng nodded and replied.

After giving a few more instructions, Lin Beisheng left with the others, allowing Xu Zimei to rest alone.

Now in the room, only Xu Zimei and the Qing Luo girl, Qing, remained.

Qing seemed somewhat afraid of Xu Zimei, keeping her head down without looking directly at him and maintaining a certain distance.

Xu Zimei thought about the memories in his mind.

This Qing originally was a performing artist at a brothel at the base of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect’s mountain.

She belonged to those who performed without selling themselves. Later, the former master found her and, relying on his own power, forcibly took her here to become his personal maidservant.

As for what happened afterward, whatever needed to be done had been done, and what shouldn’t have been done was also done.

Moreover, the former master had a bad temper, so Qing always kept her distance and respected him from afar.

Only then did Xu Zimei take a careful look at Qing and saw that she indeed had a charming and attractive appearance.

Wearing a Qing Luo dress, she resembled a gentle and tranquil woman from the water towns of Jiangnan.

She had long eyelashes, a melon-seed shaped face, and a head of shiny black hair made into numerous braids, coiled behind her.

Her figure was neither plump nor thin and simply put, it was voluptuous.

...

"You may leave now; I want to rest alone for a while," Xu Zimei waved his hand and said.

Qing looked at Xu Zimei in surprise and quickly exited.

Xu Zimei closed the room door tightly and then began his cultivation.

He had originally intended to use this body as a mere substitute until his divine soul needed to return to his original body, so there was no need to expend great effort in tempering this body.

However, after giving it more thought, Xu Zimei remembered a divine vein art from his previous life called the "Undying Method of Three Lifetimes."

The strength of this vein art was that it allowed one to cultivate an avatar.

Everything seen, cultivated, and comprehended by the avatar could be transferred back to the original body completely.

Moreover, as long as the original body didn’t die, the avatar would be indestructible.

Of course, the difficult part was that the formation of the avatar was quite challenging.

It had to be a perfect match with the original body, and because of this requirement for compatibility, it was rare for anyone in history to succeed.

Now, by a twist of fate, Xu Zimei had entered this body.

How to temper the body and how to fit it perfectly with his divine soul were for him to decide.

The first step to tempering the body was naturally to break the seal on the body’s vein gates, so he could start cultivation.

This seal might be difficult for others, but it wasn’t so impossible for Xu Zimei.

He sat cross-legged on the bed; it was hard to open these vein gates with external force, but from inside out, it would be much easier.

He mobilized the power within his divine soul bit by bit.

The spiritual energy inside his body was like a raging and surging river, the "roaring" spiritual energy river forcefully rushing towards the vein gates.

Xu Zimei wasn’t in a hurry, he tempered the frail body while opening the vein gates.

From within his body, there came sporadic "thumping" sounds.

He cultivated like this for a whole day and night until the next morning, driven by hunger, Xu Zimei finally stopped his meditative state.

During this period, following his instructions, no one dared to disturb him.

As for the people in his courtyard, they’d rather stay away.

Xu Zimei stretched his waist, feeling weak for the first time in a long while, and then made his way to the courtyard.

His courtyard was also very spacious, with various precious flowers and plants on both sides.

In front of him was a rockery with flowing water, and a large pond surrounded by warbling birds and swaying flowers, with fish swimming tranquilly.

Several sky-reaching ancient trees, taller than the rooms themselves, spread their lush branches over half of the courtyard.

A gentle breeze blew as the pavilion lay on the left side of the courtyard.

"Qing," Xu Zimei called out, but found that there was no response.

He frowned slightly and stepped out of the courtyard.

Two men who guarded the gate stood at the entrance.

Dispatched by Lin Beisheng, both men kept their gaze directly ahead, unblinking.

"Have you seen Qing?" Xu Zimei inquired.

"Reporting to the young master, Miss Qing went out in the morning," said the man on the left.

"Then go get me some food, I’m somewhat hungry," Xu Zimei said.

Although the honing of his body was dominated by the divine soul of the Divine Vein Realm, it still required a vast amount of energy to assist.

And the most direct way for humans to obtain energy was through food.

As for Qing, he didn’t pay her any further attention.

...…

It wasn’t long before he saw the guard leading several maids, each carrying a tray of dishes to the courtyard.

Xu Zimei glanced over them briefly; there were about nine dishes, and each plate contained three different dishes.

A total of twenty-seven dishes, a mix of meat and vegetables.

"Young master, this is Qingyang Tiger meat, very nourishing.

This is soup made from a Longevity Turtle, simmered for over twelve hours.

...…

All these dishes have been prepared under the orders of the Peak Master," a maid briefly explained.

"I got it, you can all leave," Xu Zimei waved his hand and said.

After everyone left, he touched his grumbling stomach and began to eat.

Halfway through the meal, a burst of clamorous noises suddenly arose from outside.

Feeling quite sated, Xu Zimei walked out of the pavilion and headed to the entrance of the courtyard.

"What’s going on?" he asked with a frown.

"Young master, this person tried to barge into the courtyard, and we stopped him," a nearby guard said.

Xu Zimei turned his head to look and saw a man wearing a yellow shirt with a disdainful expression on his face standing to the side.

He had a sword hanging at his waist and wore a black hat.

"Who are you?" Xu Zimei asked.

"My master has sent me to deliver a message that from now on, Miss Qing will be his personal servant," said the yellow-shirted man. "This is Miss Qing’s own choice, so you should not bother her anymore."

Having spoken, the yellow-shirted man handed over a bag containing Spirit Crystals to Xu Zimei and said, "This is for the Spirit Crystals you originally used to buy Miss Qing’s freedom."

"And who is your master?" Xu Zimei asked, perplexed.

"First Blade of Green Skies, Shen Lang," the man said proudly.

"What nonsense," Xu Zimei waved his hand and directed the two guards.

"Break his legs, let him crawl back."