I Truly Am The Villian

The Heavenly Emperor Gate of the Tianluan Domain is situated in the most central and bustling area of the Tianluan Domain.

From the founding of the Sect by the Heavenly Emperor, to the support and heritage left by the Northern Emperor and the Thunder Emperor, three generations of Great Emperors have blessed it.

They had already become the overlord of the entire Tianluan Domain, even one of the top sects in the Central Continent.

At this moment, within the Heavenly Emperor Gate, Mount Kunlun is located at the very north of the Sect, the peak where generations of Saint Heirs have resided.

The mountain soars into the clouds, shrouded in mist from a distance, magnificent like an Immortal Mountain.

But up close, the entirety of the mountain is extremely tangible.

It lies within the division of Yin and Yang, enveloped by a mysterious force of Yin and Yang.

Half of the mountain is black, the other half white.

At the very summit, there is a Daoist temple.

The ground is similarly split by Yin and Yang, the sky above crowded with thunderclouds, and Xiang Kunlun sits at the boundary between Yin and Yang.

At this moment, his whole body exuding a formidable presence, and behind him in the fog, his True Fate shrouded in mist, the vast aura suppressing the whole of Mount Kunlun.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, a glint flashing through them.

He took a deep breath, wisps of white vapor emanating from his eyes, nose, and mouth.

"Saint Heir," a guard from Mount Kunlun walked up the mountain and said respectfully,

"Someone from outside the Sect has come to report that they know the whereabouts of the person we are tracking."

Hearing the guard’s words, Xiang Kunlun turned around, his gaze subtly filled with pressure and intent to kill.

"Bring him to me," Xiang Kunlun said.

Watching the retreating back of the guard, a series of footsteps came from the side.

A noble and incredibly beautiful woman walked up from the other side of the mountain.

The woman wore a purple robe covered by a thin Washing Silk Veil.

Her long hair cascaded down her back, her eyebrows sharp like knives, her eyes bright and spirited.

Two red willow-moon blades hung at her waist.

She walked up with light, graceful steps.

"Husband," Feiyu Qingyun said with a smile.

"Qingyun, I have some good news for you," Xiang Kunlun’s usually serious face suddenly broke into a smile as he spoke.

"What good news?" Feiyu Qingyun took a silk handkerchief from her hand to wipe the sweat from Xiang Kunlun’s forehead and said, "You should also know when to rest in your cultivation, you’re working too hard."

"I must strive hard; Destiny is about to take shape, and none of those talented disciples in this world are simple.

I don’t want to disappoint the predecessors of our Sect," Xiang Kunlun said, shaking his head with a smile.

"You’ll know what surprise I have in a moment."

The guard brought a group of people to the top of Mount Kunlun.

These few looked around as if toads who had just discovered the world outside their well, their heads turning in curiosity.

"Big brother,"

"Keep quiet, lower your voice," the leading brother quickly admonished.

He was well aware of where they were and that a single misstep could lead to their demise without a place to bury them.

Upon arriving at the mountain summit, seeing the young man sitting at the center of the Daoist temple filled them with an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The young man seemed one with the primordial chaos, each movement he made radiating immense authority.

"My lord," the leading brother hurriedly knelt down with his gang of followers.

"Go on then, where did you see that person?" Xiang Kunlun said indifferently.

"We saw him in Liang City not long ago, but he took a Teleportation Array to Qin City," the leading brother quickly replied.

"If my lord moves quickly, you might encounter him in Qin City."

"Take them away, if their information proves true, I will reward them.

"If you dare deceive me, you know the consequences," Xiang Kunlun waved his hand and instructed.

Watching several people descend the mountain, Feiyu Qingyun said, "Could they be referring to the murderer who killed Little Hong before?"

"Exactly," Xiang Kunlun nodded.

"Actually, as Destiny approaches, I didn’t want my husband to be distracted by anything," Feiyu Qingyun sighed.

"Little Hong was too accustomed to being arrogant outside; I really spoiled him too much."

"What’s the big deal about that? If my Heavenly Emperor Gate can’t even protect disciples of our own Sect," Xiang Kunlun scoffed.

"How could we maintain any face in this Tianluan Domain?"

"Husband, let me deal with this. You focus on cultivating in preparation for the battle of Destiny," Feiyu Qingyun proposed after a moment of thought.

"No, I can’t be at ease if you go," Xiang Kunlun immediately shook his head.

"I’ve fought with that fellow using my avatar before, and he’s no simple opponent.

Rest assured, this time I will certainly slay him."

Xiang Kunlun’s eyes looked towards the direction of Qin City, his gaze unfathomably deep.

...

When Xu Zimei arrived in Qin City, it was already afternoon.

The city’s prosperity exceeded expectations.

The streets were bustling with people, with the liveliest event being a lion dance.

From the start to the end of the street, the sound of drums echoed throughout.

"Everyone, hurry and watch! Today, the daughter of the City Lord of Qin is throwing the embroidered ball for marriage prospects."

"Really? I heard Miss Qin has been betrothed since she was a child; how could she be openly seeking suitors with an embroidered ball?"

"How should I know, but to become the son-in-law of Qin City’s Lord would truly be a rise from a sparrow to a phoenix!"

Xu Zimei listened to the chatter of the crowd, shaking his head slightly.

"So this is Qin City!"

Speaking of Qin City, its history is nearly as illustrious as many of the Imperial Rule Immortal Sects.

In the years past, King Qin unified the north and established Great Qin, becoming world-renowned and a household name overnight.

At the time, some even secretly referred to him as the Qin Emperor.

Alas, he ultimately failed in competing against the Northern Emperor of the Heavenly Emperor Gate for Destiny, and Great Qin never produced a Great Emperor.

However, after the accumulation of dozens of generations and the endless resources of the backing Endless Heaven Sea, Great Qin, now one of the strongest powers in the Nine States Domain, could rival the Imperial Rule Immortal Sects.

Xu Zimei made his way down the main thoroughfare of Qin City, which was crowded with a sea of people.

Apart from the lion dance at the front, it was extremely difficult to move forward.

Because right in front, at the intersection of four streets and in the center of the main square, a marriage prospect event with an embroidered ball being thrown was taking place.

The several streets nearby were packed with people, not just those aspiring to catch the embroidered ball, but also many spectators.

Feeling that he wouldn’t be able to get through anytime soon, Xu Zimei entered a nearby restaurant.

He went upstairs to the second floor where the best spots along the street were already taken, and he had no choice but to settle for one of the few remaining seats.

"Quite a spectacle," a burly man beside him drank his wine.

He laughed, "I heard the City Lord’s daughter is an unparalleled beauty, though I’ve never seen her myself."

"What, Wang Daoba, you interested?" someone beside them jested.

"A frog who doesn’t yearn for the swan’s meat isn’t a good frog," the burly man snorted.

"If it were a few years earlier, I’d certainly have given it a shot, but not now."

Xu Zimei smiled and looked past the dense crowd.

His gaze settled on the high platform directly in front.

The platform was over ten meters tall, and at this moment, a middle-aged man in a blue robe, exuding a mighty presence, stepped onto it.