I Truly Am The Villian

When Xu Zimei awoke from the consciousness of death, he found that he suddenly had many different perceptions of the blade.

He had thought that his understanding and use of the blade had already reached a state of perfection.

Now, it seemed, there were many paths to walk on the way of the blade.

"Heaven’s Expanse Lifebearing Blade," Xu Zimei said, squinting and smiling lightly.

"Since Cang Tian is heartless and the people suffer so much, then I shall cultivate a heartless blade."

The inheritance was swift, and after accepting the inheritance, Xu Zimei left the Legacy Chamber.

He returned once again to the courtyard where he resided.

"Young Master," two guards stood by, their bodies erect.

"Do you remember beating up a young man some time ago?" Xu Zimei asked.

"We remember," both nodded in unison.

The young man in the yellow shirt had his tongue pulled out and his legs broken, an event that occurred before Xu Zimei had gone into seclusion.

"I expect that it won’t be long before someone comes to seek an explanation. What do you plan to do?" Xu Zimei asked again.

"Wasn’t it all according to your orders, Young Master?" The two guards were stunned for a moment, looking somewhat panicked at Xu Zimei.

They muttered in their hearts, wondering if they were about to become scapegoats.

"If you don’t want to die, then do as I say," Xu Zimei instructed.

The two nodded their heads in a hurry.

...…

The moonlight was dim, and the stars were sparse.

In the deep silence of the night, Xu Zimei was practicing the several Cultivation Techniques he had acquired that day.

The Heaven’s Expanse Lifebearing Blade required comprehension, the deeper the comprehension, the greater the power of this Vein Skill. But if one’s personal insight was lacking, then the power of the Vein Skill could not be brought forth.

Xu Zimei’s physical body returned to the True Fate World, and with the reinforcement of the Great Dao Origin of the Divine Continent, he began to train.

The Great Dao Origin is the most basic and indispensable, an extremely important force in a world.

With the reinforcement of the Origin, Xu Zimei’s capacity for comprehension, including his speed of training, nearly doubled.

A Drop in the Ocean, as a water-based Vein Skill, was undoubtedly one of the best.

Life is but a drop in the ocean. Some settle for dust and lead ordinary lives, while others can never surpass you, vast as the galaxy may be.

It’s like a grain of sand in the ocean, floating amidst the boundless soil, never seeing the sunlight.

But if one could soar straight to the ninety thousand li of the sky,

Even in a diminutive form, it might stir up surging waves and upheaval of heaven and earth.

The practice of A Drop in the Ocean is about using the minor to leverage the major, needing only a fulcrum to move the whole world.

These mentioned Vein Skills are all high-level, but Xu Zimei had already reached the realm of the Divine King.

Comprehending these was not too difficult for him.

What truly concerned him, however, was another Cultivation Technique called Ghost Zen Six Severings.

The beginning of this Vein Skill featured a poem.

Thousands of monks and myriad Buddhas, destroyed by calamity,

To purify sin and execute justice, they open to the world.

Demonic Buddhas, monster monks, and strange friars,

Every sound, every sentence, is the Ghost Tathagata.

The founder of this Vein Skill was the Ghost Tathagata, who was slain by the Ancestor Nine Skies Sage of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect.

Thereafter, this Vein Skill became the possession of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect.

This Vein Skill consisted of six moves, namely "Formless Achievement Method, Divine Delusions Fall to the World, Slaughter Seal Realm, Aid Wheel Celestial Burial, All Forms Solely Kill, and Sorrow Shared by Buddha and Ghost."

While practicing this Vein Skill, he found that ghostly figures would appear around him.

An overwhelming surge of Blood Prison assaulted his mind, as if trying to completely annihilate his consciousness.

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The ghostly shadows seemed like the resentment of all beings, affecting Xu Zimei’s entire body.

The so-called Six Severings correspond to the six senses of a person.

Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, consciousness.

It severs a person’s six senses and ultimately banishes them to an endless purgatory, sentencing them to death without reincarnation.

To first practice the Ghost Zen Six Severings, one must pass through the Ghost Gate.

At this moment, Xu Zimei finally understood that to cultivate this Vein Skill, he must have a Buddhist treasure for suppression.

Only by suppressing these evil ghosts and retaining the six senses can it be possible.

However, Xu Zimei had the Great Dao Origin, and under the Great Dao Origin, the Ghost Zen was like ants, daring not to act rashly.

One might ask, in this world, how many things can suppress more powerfully than the Great Dao Origin.

The Great Dao Origin signifies the unity of the world, a part of the world itself.

What Xu Zimei wanted was not just to cultivate the Ghost Zen Six Severings, but to integrate it with his own Blade Technique.

To create the Ghost Zen Six Severings Blade.

Creating a Vein Skill was not impossible for him, as he had created similar vein skills like the Way of Inquiry Nineteen Forms in his previous life.

With prior accumulation and the aid of the Origin in this life, the difficulty would be greatly reduced.

...…

After three days of arduous cultivation, Xu Zimei slowly opened his eyes.

The outside world had just gone through one night, the sky was gloomy, and the dense clouds accumulated overhead, as if rain might fall at any moment.

The instant Xu Zimei opened his eyes, he saw layers of ghostly shadows, a vast ghost domain materializing vaguely.

To integrate this Vein Skill with his blade technique more successfully and with greater strength, Xu Zimei even went to Hell on the Divine Continent.

Observing the eighteen levels of Hell constructed by the God of Slaughter, he stayed for a day, absorbing what he saw, felt, and learned.

Early in the morning, Jiang Changsheng came to the courtyard where Xu Zimei resided.

Since Xu Zimei had spoken, Jiang Changsheng did not dare to disobey and settled in accordingly.

Meanwhile, outside the Great Skies Peak, on Green Skies Peak to the southeast.

Green Skies Peak was surrounded by countless mountains, meant for the residences of those with status and identity.

Atop one of the mountains, amidst swirling mists, Immortal Cranes sang harmoniously.

From a sealed cave, "rumbling" noises could be heard as endless Blade Intent burst forth.

Stones tumbled from the mountain, full of imposing force.

Before long, with a "boom," a blade light split the sky and earth, cleaving the peak of the mountain in two.

The blade light soared to the heavens, even shattering the void of the firmament completely.

A figure in a golden robe broke through the seal, stepping into the air with supreme blade power and flying out.

"Congratulations to Brother for leaving seclusion and taking another step forward on the Martial Path," said the disciples in yellow robes who had been guarding for a long time, as they hurriedly stepped forward to congratulate him.

The golden-robed figure came to a halt and could be seen with short hair, thick eyebrows, and eyes as sharp as blades, his pupils vertical.

He carried a wide blade on his back, almost as broad as his own back.

The golden-robed young man descended to the mountaintop and faced the yellow-robed disciples coming towards him. He waved his hand gently, signaling for everyone to quiet down.

In a soft voice, he asked, "Has anything important happened while I was in seclusion?"

"Brother, rest assured, with us here, all is well," the disciple by his side quickly answered.

"That’s good. What about Qing’er?" the golden-robed young man continued.

"Young Master Shen," the voice of the golden-robed young man had barely faded when a soft voice came from behind him.

The numerous disciples in yellow robes quickly dispersed, revealing a woman dressed in Qing Luo, standing at the back, looking on expectantly.

"Qing’er," Shen Lang, the golden-robed young man, called out hurriedly, walking forward.

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