I Truly Am The Villian

Chapter 64: 64 Chapters Way of Inquiry 19 Forms

“I observed the tides rise and fall, the clouds gather and disperse, from the beginning of the day until it reset, and thus I created the ‘Three-Path Spear Technique,'” Zhang Xianjun said with a lofty air, the long spear in his hand as if transforming his entire demeanor,

He seemed like a long spear himself, bearing the sharp edge that pierces the sky, almost as if to rend the firmament asunder.

His voice, with high spirits carrying a forward-moving momentum, said loudly, “Please enlighten me!”

As his voice trailed off, his aura cascaded like a tidal wave, all of it pressing down towards Xu Zimei.

Seemingly wanting to subdue his opponent without a fight, attempting to crush Xu Zimei with sheer presence alone.

Xu Zimei smiled, allowing that surging force to crash over him in waves, relentless in their assault.

Yet from start to finish, he remained calm and unaffected, as if a gentle breeze or a light cloud.

The momentum of the long spear peaks once, wanes twice, and is exhausted the third time.

Zhang Xianjun’s expression darkened, as he waved his long spear swiftly, thrusting directly at Xu Zimei.

“Three-Path Spear Technique, First Dawn.”

The tip of the spear lit up with endless radiance, like a white light piercing the darkness, the dawn of a new day, when all of creation is still.

This move carried hopes of dawn, infinite imaginings, as the white radiance magnified before Xu Zimei’s eyes.

“Interesting,” said Xu Zimei with an intrigued smile, not bothering to dodge, the Tyrant Shadow in his hand seemingly too lazy to draw.

He held the sheathed sword, surrounding it with layers of Qi of Annihilation, a dark, grim energy he had cultivated from the Great Emperor of the Three Blades’ “Annihilation Jue.”

Watching the long spear tearing through the air, the sharp tip magnifying before his eyes.

Xu Zimei waved his sword’s sheath lightly, striking the body of the spear with a seemingly effortless touch.

But this soft tap seemed to break through the most vulnerable point of the Vein Skills.

The white light instantly dissipated, the whole spear trembled, Zhang Xianjun’s hands numbed by the tremors, nearly throwing his spear aside.

He swiftly moved to the side, drawing a deep breath, gripping the body of the long spear tightly.

“Three-Path Spear Technique, Second Path: Scorching Sun,” Zhang Xianjun’s face twisted somewhat grotesquely, as he charged at Xu Zimei again with a shout.

This move burned with the brilliance of the midday sun, golden light radiating in all directions, like a giant fireball exploding before one’s eyes.

It stands for passion, luminosity, as if the fireworks atop the pavilion, willing to sacrifice everything in a glorious instant.

When this move was executed, Zhang Xianjun had no way out. He would either shatter all obstructions in extreme frenzy or be left to self-destruction amidst the struggling afterglow.

Watching the golden sun quietly rise, its scorching intensity aiming a full-powered charge at him.

The air around was melting away, Xu Zimei pointed with his sword sheath once more, the sharp blade Qi piercing through everything.

The blazing sun was instantly shattered by the blade Qi, the light scattering, and the endless refinement and brilliance of the spear’s tip dimmed.

But with this move, Zhang Xianjun had no way out. He looked at Xu Zimei and drew a half-circle upward from the bottom with the long spear in his hand.

The dark red spear Qi scorched the air, leaving conspicuous white traces in the space.

“Three-Path Spear Technique, Third Path: Dusk.”

If the First Dawn symbolized the breaking of dawn, the day’s first light, when silence awakens to hope and light,

Then the Scorching Sun is like the noon sun, at the most fervent moment of the day,

Shining all its light onto the world, to broil, burn, blaze, and obliterate the earth.

The sun rises steadily, but ultimately, all things have their moment to approach the final chapter.

Third Path: Dusk likely signifies an end.

All things towards destruction, dusk gazing lonely at the horizon, the afterglow melting with the setting sun under the shroud of darkness.

It starts with hope, descends in fervor, and steps towards destruction.

Withered mingling with scattered shards, this spear seemed to signify an end to everything, bringing all to a final point.

To Xu Zimei, this move was nothing special, but to those novices just stepping into cultivation, it appeared to hold a different kind of profundity.

It was as if they had truly witnessed the beginning and the end of a day.

The distant and lofty words spoken by Zhang Xianjun before the battle seemed to echo in everyone’s ears once more.

“I have watched the tides ebb and flow, clouds rolling and unrolling,

witnessed a day from dawn to dusk,

seen oceans turn to mulberry fields,

gazed upon the first light of dawn,

watched the scorching sun rise,

seen dusk casting its glow upon the horizon,

watched birds twirl in the Wugeng Void,

and also witnessed… the end.”

As this spear technique came to an end, the entire space was compressed and exploded with endless airflow, which dispersed to both sides, turning into countless air arrows that shattered apart.

Xu Zimei smiled and slowly drew out the Tyrant Shadow in his hand, this spear attack was sufficient for him to take seriously.

Since his rebirth, he had only revealed one Sword Drawing Technique, also known as the Draw Blade Technique, which excelled in speed, not strength.

In his previous life, he had also created countless Vein Skills, but some were gradually deprecated as his cultivation level grew.

However, there were still a few sets of Vein Skills that had accompanied him throughout his life of battle, even at the time of the Divine Vein Realm, they remained powerful.

He named this set of Vein Skills “Way of Inquiry Nineteen Forms.”

This blade technique consisted of nineteen forms.

The first form began insignificantly, so ordinary that it resembled the playfulness of a child, casual and without any particular method.

The second, Floating Green Duckweed, as the Curved Blade swung casually before his eyes, everyone heard only a “dong” as if something formidable had been planted.

The Curved Blade collided with the spear.

The spear carried an overwhelming momentum, as if it would destroy everything in its path, but the Curved Blade, plain and unremarkable, stood firm like Mount Tai.

The third form, to win every battle,

The fourth, Against the Current.

………..

The initial forms of Xu Zimei’s Way of Inquiry Nineteen Forms were not impressive, even less so than some Mysterious Tier Vein Skills.

Perhaps it’s more accurate to say that the initial forms were all about gathering momentum, brewing power.

It was like planting a seed, the first form digging a hole, the second sowing the seed, the third watering, the fourth fertilizing, and it was not until the fifth form that the seed began to sprout.

Once the brewing power reached a peak, the later forms of this blade technique grew exponentially in power.

Your strength may easily destroy a seed, but it cannot shake a Sky-reaching Great Tree.

……

The spear and Curved Blade were at a stalemate, sparks flying brilliantly, endless currents breaking apart.

With an indifferent expression, Xu Zimei smiled at Zhang Xianjun, whispering those few words.

“The fifth form, Great Wind Soars!”

When those words softly fell, they seemed to contain the weight of ten thousand jun.

Zhang Xianjun’s expression changed drastically. He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

With the boost from the previous four forms, it was as if the Mad Wind of the North Desert was howling, engulfing sand and sweeping across the land.

A crazy, boundless, and irresistible momentum burst forth from the Curved Blade.

The wind lifted a myriad of dust, and the seed… broke through the soil!