I Truly Am The Villian

"Blood Nether Holy Sect?" Xu Zimei frowned slightly.

He remembered the group of people he had previously encountered; the so-called man and woman must be Xiao Guizi and the other.

Xu Zimei extended his hand to check for a moment, and found that Xiao Guizi was gravely injured, teetering on the edge of death.

Not to mention the external injuries, the internal organs were all shattered, barely hanging on by a thread of True Qi.

If this True Qi dissipated, it would be real death.

No matter how strong Xu Zimei was now, if a person was truly dead, he couldn’t do anything unless he used the Time Bead given to him by the Time Emperor to reverse time and space.

But the Time Bead was extremely official, able to save a life, tantamount to having an additional life—Xu Zimei absolutely did not want to waste it.

He placed his right hand on Xu Zimei’s forehead, mobilizing the Tree of Life within his body, as endless Life Force surged into Xiao Guizi’s body.

Xu Zimei was very careful in controlling this power.

Xiao Guizi’s body was now exceedingly fragile, and couldn’t withstand any excessive action that might scatter the True Qi keeping him alive.

He first attempted to restore Xiao Guizi’s internal organs.

After several hours, Xu Zimei finally pulled Xiao Guizi back from the brink of death.

Once the organs could function minimally, Xu Zimei sped up his movements.

He began to help Xiao Guizi recover from his external injuries and some missing parts.

As time passed, the color gradually returned to Xiao Guizi’s face.

He started showing signs of blood flow, and his breathing became rhythmically stable.

Xu Zimei took a deep breath. Although the effort didn’t drain him significantly, the long duration of focused concentration had started to put some strain on him.

He looked at Xiao Guizi, who was now out of danger.

Yao Shengnan hastily asked by his side, "Young Master Xu, is Guizi alright?"

"For now, he’s fine. Let him rest a while; he also needs time to recuperate his strength," Xu Zimei nodded and said.

He took out a Healing Pill from the Storage Ring and handed it to Yao Shengnan.

It was clear that Yao Shengnan too had sustained severe injuries, just not as critical as Xiao Guizi’s.

After taking the pills, Yao Shengnan sat cross-legged to recover for a while. Then she exhaled deeply, her face returning to a natural color.

"Thank you, Young Master Xu," Yao Shengnan quickly expressed her gratitude.

"Tell me what happened," Xu Zimei asked with a frown.

Xiao Guizi had once followed him for so long and could be considered his best friend—apart from Lin Ruhu.

"Alas, this matter is also my fault," Yao Shengnan sighed, and then continued.

"Rumors in our Eastern Continent once spoke of a peerless beauty, named Fairy Fuyao."

"You’re talking about Emperor Taiyuan’s wife, right?" Xu Zimei replied.

Emperor Taiyuan became a Great Emperor from a humble Loose Cultivator, an astonishing feat that resonated through the ages.

One can only imagine the hardships he faced.

However, Emperor Taiyuan was rewarded for his trials—not only did he achieve the title of Great Emperor, but his wife was also celebrated as the foremost beauty of the Eastern Continent, Fairy Fuyao.

"That’s correct. According to the rumors, after Emperor Taiyuan ascended to the Upper Realm, his wife, Fairy Fuyao, chose to remain in the Yuan Central Continent."

Yao Shengnan continued.

"Recently, Fairy Fuyao’s heritage site emerged amidst a whirlwind of controversies.

It was said that Fairy Fuyao had a Beauty Crown, which would not only double the efficacy of one’s cultivation when worn but also preserve one’s youth forever."

"What’s so extraordinary about that?" Xu Zimei murmured to himself.

There were plenty of things that promised to preserve youth; the True Martial Holy Sect was not lacking such items.

"Listen to me until the end, there’s also a rumor that whoever obtains the Beauty Crown will be able to inherit Fairy Fuyao’s legacy," Yao Shengnan said with a touch of sadness.

"That day I merely mentioned in passing that the Beauty Crown was crafted by Emperor Taiyuan from the most precious Heaven Crystals in the world, and it is the best token of love on earth.

I never expected that Gui Lin would take this matter to heart and strive to seize the Beauty Crown."

"So, you had a conflict with the people from the Blood Nether Holy Sect?" Xu Zimei asked.

"It’s those despicable and shameless folks from the Blood Nether Holy Sect; we had already gotten hold of the Beauty Crown," Yao Shengnan said angrily.

"Who would have thought that they would ambush us midway because of Gui Lin’s status as a core disciple of the True Martial Holy Sect.

They intended to kill us to silence us."

"A mere Blood Nether Holy Sect really has some nerve," Xu Zimei sneered.

"The mastermind behind this is the Blood Nether Holy Sect’s Saint Heir; it is said that he has taken a liking to the Chi Family’s Saintess.

And he wants to use the Beauty Crown as a pledge of love," Yao Shengnan hurriedly reminded.

"The Saint Heir of the Blood Nether Holy Sect seems to rarely greet others," Xu Zimei said softly.

"His name is Xue Zeyuan. Rumor has it he’s ruthless and more formidable than their Sect Master himself," Yao Shengnan explained.

"Over the past few years, his reputation as a killer has been growing in the Eastern Continent, and many people dare not provoke him."

"Interesting," Xu Zimei smiled and said.

"You take Xiao Guizi with you, and we will go find him."

"Should we not go to the Sect Gate for help, given it concerns the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect?" Yao Shengnan said worriedly.

"Imperial Rule Immortal Sect be damned, let’s go," Xu Zimei waved his hand dismissively and walked towards the outside world.

The heavy rain in the outside world was still pouring down incessantly.

The sky was filled with flashes of lightning and the roaring of thunder, as if the heavens were in a rage.

The whole valley was enveloped by the rainy season.

Yao Shengnan, carrying Xiao Guizi, hurriedly followed behind Xu Zimei.

After walking about ten meters, a group of people came running head-on towards them.

By their attire, they were disciples of the Blood Nether Holy Sect.

"Found them, just up ahead," someone within the group shouted excitedly.

Before the group could speak, Xu Zimei slightly raised his right hand.

Bolts of lightning fell from the firmament, exploding upon the ground, obliterating everyone except for the leader.

The leader, witnessing this, took a deep breath and forcefully swallowed his spit.

Wanting to run, but his legs uncontrollably trembled, leaving him without the strength to escape.

"Spare me, spare my life," the leader said with a trembling voice, looking at Xu Zimei approaching.

"Answer me a few questions," Xu Zimei asked indifferently.

"Who sent you here?"

"The Saint Heir, it wasn’t my call. I’m just running errands, I had no choice," the leader hastily responded.

"Where is he?"

"In Wind Crane City, not too far from here," the leader quickly said.

"Impressive indeed, daring to kill our disciples under the dominion of the True Martial Holy Sect; I wonder who gave him that confidence," Xu Zimei snorted coldly.

With a "snap," the leader’s head was instantly twisted a full three hundred and sixty degrees.

Xu Zimei walked straight out of the valley, heading step by step toward Wind Crane City on the side.

The heavy rain was drifting down, and the towering walls of Wind Crane City appeared faint and wavered in the stormy weather.

With each step Xu Zimei took, the aura around him grew stronger.