I Truly Am The Villian

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"Trying to be mysterious," Hong Ziling huffed.

"Brother, do you want me to prepare the information on the opponents for this competition?" Jiang Changsheng asked on the side.

"The Imperial Heirs of Nine Skies are not simple opponents; to stand out from thousands and become an Imperial Heir, one must possess some significant skills."

"It doesn’t matter. After the Nine Skies event, I will leave here anyway," Xu Zimei said.

After everyone returned to Great Skies Peak, Lin Feng had already been taken away for healing, and Hong Ziling was provided with her own place to stay.

As Jiuyou was Xu Zimei’s maid, she lived in the same courtyard with Xu Zimei.

Just after Xu Zimei had returned to the courtyard and had not rested for long, Lin Beisheng sent a disciple to call for Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei was not in a hurry. She took a bath, then changed into a new white robe.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized that, despite having been in this world for quite some time, this was her first time carefully examining her predecessor’s appearance.

The appearance was quite good, with a touch of potential to be a pretty boy.

The nose was high and straight, with slightly tousled hair on top. Especially after Xu Zimei had refined her body, her eyes sparkled even more.

Upon reaching the summit of Great Skies Peak, her father Lin Beisheng was there with several Elders of Great Skies Peak.

"Father, didn’t you attend Elder Mu’s banquet?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.

"With your grandfather there, I don’t need to intervene," Lin Beisheng replied.

He scrutinized Xu Zimei, then asked earnestly, "Speak."

"Speak of what?" Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.

"About your brother’s matter," Lin Beisheng said.

"What about him?" Xu Zimei frowned and asked.

"I just went to see him, and he said that it was because you exposed the Hindoo Flower that led to him being hunted," Lin Beisheng stated.

"There were so many people present at the time. Father, just ask anyone," Xu Zimei replied.

"We had agreed to run separately, but he kept following me. It’s clear he wanted to use me as a scapegoat. That I haven’t mentioned it yet is one thing, but I also won’t be the first to complain."

"You are brothers; there is no need to get upset over trivial matters," Lin Beisheng said with a somewhat exasperated tone.

"Father, then you should ask him. My dear brother," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

Then, she took a box out of her Storage Ring and placed it in front of Lin Beisheng.

With a smile, she said, "Father, this is a gift I have prepared for him. Please give it to him as my way of making amends.

Tell him not to peek."

"Alright, your thoughtfulness is very comforting to your father," Lin Beisheng said with a smile.

Watching Xu Zimei’s departing figure, Lin Beisheng holding the wooden box walked to Lin Feng’s separate residence.

As he entered the room, he saw flower vases shattered all over the floor, and a shivering maid beside them.

"You may leave," said Lin Beisheng, his brow furrowed slightly as he gestured to the maid.

"Father, I’ve lost my composure," Lin Feng said, lying in bed and trying to stabilize his emotions.

"Still angry with your younger brother?" Lin Beisheng asked with a smile.

"How dare I be angry with him, especially since you hold him so dear?" Lin Feng said indifferently.

"I admit, these past few years, I have indeed given more attention to your younger brother than to you. But you know his situation.

Since he was young and unable to cultivate, he has endured much more pressure and ridicule than you, an Imperial Heir," Lin Beisheng said, sitting beside the bed with a serious tone.

"Your brother is not unaware of these matters. He sent me to bring you some gifts since he could not come himself."

"What gifts?" Lin Feng asked, his brow slightly furrowed.

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"Take a look," Lin Beisheng passed the wooden box to Lin Feng with a smile. "He also specifically instructed me not to peek. Let’s see what’s inside."

Lin Feng opened the wooden box with mixed feelings of doubt and belief, and the moment the box opened, his eyes suddenly widened.

His hands also started to tremble slightly, uncertain whether it was from anger or fear.

Inside the box was unmistakably a human head. Although the person had been dead for some time, the features were still recognizable.

"It’s Yang Cheng," Lin Feng felt a jolt in his heart.

He had sent Yang Cheng to assassinate Xu Zimei that night, hoping to pass off the incident as a recurrence of a severe injury.

Yang Cheng had been missing for several days, and Lin Feng had felt something was amiss, but he hadn’t expected Yang Cheng to be killed.

At this moment, countless thoughts raced through Lin Feng’s mind, his thoughts turbulent. He suddenly felt he could no longer see through his brother.

"How could this happen?" Even Lin Beisheng beside him was stunned for a good while, grabbing the box and standing there with a face that shifted between cloudy and sunny.

"This is a warning, father. He must have killed him," Lin Feng yelled from the side.

"He knows well that Yang Cheng was my man. He wants to kill me."

"You should rest. I will take care of this," Lin Beisheng said before leaving the room directly.

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By this time, Xu Zimei had already returned to the courtyard.

More than warning Lin Feng, that head was a reminder for Lin Beisheng.

Between him and Lin Feng, one must die.

The summer sunshine was blazing hot upon the land, the sun like a massive fireball, baking everything in its path.

Despite the scorching summer, the atmosphere in the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect remained exceptionally lively.

Xu Zimei didn’t pay much attention to it. It was said that the second elder of the Main Clan, Qin Hansheng, had arrived, and people from the other Nine Veins were hurrying to welcome him.

Xu Zimei always believed that having a backer wasn’t wrong, but to become powerful, one ultimately had to rely on oneself.

The current state of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect could only be described by one idiom: barely surviving.

Lacking in spirit, devoid of the determination to become powerful, they only wished for the Main Clan to drop pies from the sky.

He found a cool spot under a large tree in the courtyard, set up a lounge chair, and began to rest.

Jiuyou had finished bathing, her long black hair damp and draped over her shoulders, sitting quietly in the pavilion nearby.

"When do you plan to go to the Divine Race ruins?" Jiuyou asked.

"I’ll go after I’m done with what I need to do," Xu Zimei smiled and said.

"But you must have a rough timeframe, right?" Jiuyou said.

"No timeframe. I will go when it’s time. If you can’t wait, feel free to leave on your own. I won’t stop you," Xu Zimei responded.

Jiuyou huffed and didn’t continue the conversation.

At this moment, he lay in the rocking chair, eyes slightly closed, but his consciousness had already entered the True Fate World.

In the Divine Continent, inside the Myriad Demons Tribe.

The Nine Ancient Divine Beasts were still recovering their strength, and the Dragon Clan’s numbers were growing larger and larger.

Chaos was managing the Myriad Demons Tribe, and the entire world operated in an orderly manner.

When the space storm arrived previously, the Void Spirit Monkey had hidden inside the Great Saint Body and, in a moment of urgency, Xu Zimei also threw the Great Saint Body into the True Fate World.

His entry now was to search for the Great Saint Body.

With a wave of his right hand, his figure gradually faded into the void, appearing amidst the Great Dao.

"Eye of the Great Dao, help me search for the Great Saint Body," Xu Zimei said indifferently.