I Truly Am The Villian

Mu Changge spoke calmly, "After the Qiyao Sect was destroyed, the children of the Seven Luminaries escaped and became Loose Cultivators without any sect affiliation."

"They began to scramble for resources everywhere, earning a very bad reputation. I guess they’ve had their eyes on you since the auction, when you bid for the Hindoo Flower."

"Qiyao Technique, quite interesting," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

"I will discuss this matter with the higher-ups of our sect. You all just focus on preparing for the Nine Skies Grand Event in the next few days," Mu Changge nodded and said.

After the group had walked for a while, they saw Jiang Changsheng and Ye Kai hurrying over with an elderly man with white hair and beard.

It seemed they had brought reinforcements.

This white-haired elder had an extremely dense aura about him, long-lasting and seemingly inexhaustible.

The pressure he exerted was immense, and he wore a white robe embroidered with a few white clouds.

At first glance, the elder seemed no different from an ordinary person, his face marked by the ravages of time, yet his eyes were bright and occasionally flashed with keen intelligence.

"It’s our Great Skies Peak’s old ancestor," Ye Xuan said as the elder appeared.

Xu Zimei looked in the direction from which the elder was coming, knowing that this elder was one of the few remaining ancestors of Great Skies Peak.

He was also the grandfather of his former life, Lin Juemie.

"Grandfather," Xu Zimei greeted.

"Qiu’er, are all of you alright?" Lin Juemie sighed in relief and quickly asked.

"We’re fine, it was Elder Mu who saved us," Xu Zimei replied.

Lin Juemie looked at Mu Changge and smiled, saying, "The Mu Family’s youngster is quite impressive, has the style of your father from back in the day."

"Changge has met Master Lin Uncle," Mu Changge greeted respectfully.

Although the Nine Skies Sacred Sect was much stronger than the current Imperial Sect, after all, they were people of the same vein, and many still addressed each other according to family hierarchy.

Of course, there were also those from the Main Clan who looked down on those from branch families, and nothing could be done about that.

"Grandfather," Lin Feng called out rather miserably, seemingly trying to garner sympathy with his plaintive expression almost on the verge of tears.

"A man should stand tall and proud.

As an Imperial Heir of Great Skies, what’s there to cry about," Lin Juemie frowned and chastised.

Lin Feng quickly composed himself and lowered his head without saying another word.

"Mu Family youngster, even though you’re junior to me in seniority, you are still a person from the Main Clan. To show solemnity, I shall address you as Elder Mu," Lin Juemie said.

"Master Lin Uncle, as you wish," Mu Changge said with a smile, unconcerned.

"Is it just you monitoring the Nine Skies Grand Event on behalf of the Main Clan this time?" Lin Juemie asked again.

"Besides me, there’s also Elder Qin. He should be arriving soon. I came early due to some personal matters," Mu Changge chuckled.

"Which Elder Qin is that?" Lin Juemie continued to probe for information.

"Qin Hansheng," Mu Changge replied with a smile.

"Why would it be him," Lin Juemie furrowed his brows slightly and then shook his head.

While everyone was chatting, by afternoon, they had hurried back to the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect.

When the group had just returned to the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect, they could see from afar that a large crowd had gathered at the entrance to welcome them.

"It’s really bustling, all the Peak Masters of the Nine Veins of our Nine Heavens Imperial Sect have come," Jiang Changsheng noted from the side.

Xu Zimei turned his head to look, and saw that at the sect gate, nine long queues nearly occupied the entire entrance.

The attire among the Nine Veins, although similar, had distinct differences in color.

White, black, red, blue, purple, gold, green, gray, and cyan.

These nine colors were particularly eye-catching in front of the gates of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect, where mountain peaks were shrouded in mist and robes fluttered loudly in the wind.

Upon seeing Mu Changge and his group arrive, Chang Qing, the Peak Master of Divine Skies Peak, stepped forward with a smile and said, "Welcome, Elder Mu, to the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect."

"Peak Master Chang is too courteous. After all, we are all one at the root. I also hope more Talented Disciples will be discovered to glorify our Nine Skies Sect.

This is an honor for all of us," Mu Changge replied modestly.

"Elder Mu, how has Wang Qi been faring in the Main Clan?" Wang Yuntian, the Peak Master of Green Skies Peak, asked with a smile.

"Wang Qi is a candidate for the Saint Heir and has been diligently cultivating. I am not too clear on his affairs," Mu Changge said.

Upon hearing this, those from several other Veins looked on with envy.

Normally, people from the sub-clans that went to the Main Clan would be suppressed at every turn and end up living under the thumb of others.

However, Wang Qi, the Imperial Heir of Green Skies Peak, became famous far and wide after entering the Nine Skies Sacred Sect hundreds of years ago, managing to carve out his own path within the vast Sacred Sect through his own efforts.

Now he had even become one of the candidates for the Saint Heir.

It was well-known that once someone became the Saint Heir, they were essentially earmarked as the Sect Master’s protégé.

The other Peak Masters from Purple Skies, Pill Skies, and Jade Skies Peaks also stepped forward to make their acquaintance.

After all, whether one could go to the Main Clan depended not only on performance at the Grand Event of the Nine Skies but also on the approval of the person in front of them.

"Elder Mu, we have finished preparing for the Grand Event of the Nine Skies. It can be held in three days.

You may stay at my Green Skies Peak in the meantime," Wang Yuntian suggested.

"I have already prepared accommodations for Elder Mu at Divine Skies Peak, and you are welcome to take a look," Chang Qing also offered.

Seeing these Peak Masters vying with one another, Mu Changge sighed inwardly.

No wonder the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect had been declining over the years, with not only the Nine Veins in conflict but also those in power behaving like this.

"I’ll rest at Great Skies Peak instead. I’ve already promised Lin Uncle on the way here," Mu Changge said with a composed smile.

"Great Skies Peak," the crowd glanced at Lin Juemie and Lin Beisheng, their thoughts uncertain.

But since Mu Changge had already spoken, they naturally did not dare to contradict him, only offering some polite words.

As the weakest among the Nine Skies, Great Skies Peak didn’t attract much attention. If there were war among the Nine Veins, it would likely be the first to fall.

Weakness was the original sin, after all.

The crowd brought Mu Changge inside the Sect Gate, where a dinner prepared by the Nine Veins was ready, and the whole Nine Heavens Imperial Sect radiated cheerfulness.

Naturally, with such elders around, juniors like Xu Zimei attracted much less attention.

"With elders like these, no wonder your sub-clan is unsuccessful," Hong Ziling commented disdainfully.

"I agree with that statement. If not for the support of the Nine Skies Sacred Sect in recent years, I’m afraid our Nine Heavens Imperial Sect would fall below the threshold of an imperial sect within a few hundred years," Jiang Changsheng replied seriously.

"How things are here don’t concern me, after all, I am just a passerby in this world," Xu Zimei said with a light chuckle.

"What passerby? You speak so cryptically," Jiuyou returned.

"How confident are you in this Grand Event of the Nine Skies?" Hong Ziling asked.

"How confident? You probably don’t know about my reputation yet," Xu Zimei laughed.

He continued, "Go to Great Skies Peak and ask about Lin Qiu. Then you’ll understand."