I Truly Am The Villian

However, reality was ultimately cruel; he went to the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect and many other first-rate and second-rate Sect Gates, but in the end, he failed due to various shortcomings.

Yue Buli remembered clearly,

It was a rainy night,

he curled up next to a large tree, crying.

"The path of a martial artist is destined to be fraught with difficulties," the elder’s voice rang in his ears.

He lifted his head slightly, and that night, the elder told him a lot.

Before leaving, the elder smiled and asked him, "Do you want to cultivate?"

His heart seemed to skip a beat, he nodded excitedly and incredulously.

The elder took him into the sect and accepted him as a direct disciple.

Later, he found out that the sect was called the Heavenly Sword Sect, and his master was the second Sect Master of the sect.

"White Cloud Sword Master!"

His master was wholeheartedly devoted to making the Heavenly Sword Sect prosper, and at that time, his young heart also silently swore.

"To spread the name of the Heavenly Sword Sect across the entire Extreme West Region, to show those sects that once rejected him what he was capable of."

The thoughts of a child are naive.

Perhaps they were tinged with the stubbornness and indignation of youth.

But what is precious is that over the years, he never changed his original intention.

But his aptitude was ultimately limited, and the sect’s resources were also hard-pressed to cultivate very powerful martial artists.

Perhaps effort really is just the most humble means to success.

He could only set his sights on the Great Emperor’s inheritance; if he could obtain a part of the Great Emperor’s inheritance.

Then, as long as he had time, he was confident that even if he could not compare with the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, he could compete with the first-rate sects.

...

He slaughtered the Ren Family, hunted Ren Pingsheng, and it wasn’t just Ren Pingsheng who was saddened; his own heart also suffered.

A man is not a plant; how can he be heartless? Even the most accomplished plants are capable of emotions.

He had known Ren Pingsheng for over a decade; he was not heartless, it was just that between his brother and his sect, he chose the sect.

No one would understand his pain and turmoil, because he was the one who raised the butcher’s knife; it was all his own doing.

...…

Yue Buli’s eyes were somewhat blurry, and if he were to die just like this, it might also be a form of relief.

It seemed...he was too tired of living.

The howling wind passed by his ears, and when he thought he was going to be smashed to pieces,

his body suddenly lightened, as if someone had caught him mid-air.

He lay in a warm embrace, Yue Buli raised his head and saw that it was an elder who had caught him.

He looked at the elder, and the elder looked back at him.

The atmosphere seemed somewhat...…ambiguous!

"Great Elder, you," Yue Buli was about to say something, but saw the Great Elder shake his head and reply, "Don’t talk, kiss me."

Cough cough, the above line was just the author being cheeky!

"Don’t speak; you’re gravely injured. We’ve already requested the Ancestral Coffin, you should recover well," said the Great Elder.

Hearing the Great Elder’s words, Yue Buli nodded and then began to operate his cultivation technique to slowly restore his body that was in complete disarray.

...

At the side of Heavenly Sword Peak, several Elders of the Sect Gate could be seen carrying two coffins rushing over.

One of the coffins was black, and the other was white.

The black coffin had the pattern of a sword carved on it, while the white coffin was adorned with drifting clouds.

"Do you really have to be sworn enemies with our Heavenly Sword Sect today?" the Great Elder looked up at Ren Pingsheng in the sky and solemnly asked.

"When he slaughtered the Ren Family back then, did he ever consider an undying enmity?" Ren Pingsheng’s face twisted as he questioned in return.

The Demonic Qi grew even stronger around him, almost covering half of the sky with black fog. He stood aloof as if a Demon King indifferent to the heavens, looking down upon the entire Heavenly Sword Sect from his superior position.

"Open the ancestral coffins," the Great Elder also knew there was no room for easing the situation anymore, naturally not wanting to let a threat like Ren Pingsheng remain.

If they did not slay Ren Pingsheng today, he might seek revenge on the Heavenly Sword Sect in the future, to the extent that the disciples of the sect would not dare to take half a step out of the Sect Gate.

...…

The Elders used special methods to awaken the ancestral coffins, prompting all disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect to kneel down in worship.

"The ancestors founded our sect here in ancient times, slaying formidable enemies and striking awe into the heavens. Now, I am incompetent and have disturbed the Ancestral Master’s slumber, hoping for his aid to help us overcome this crisis."

The Great Elder stood in front of the ancestral coffins, his expression one of sorrowful appeal.

He knew that every emergence of the Ancestral Master from the coffin not only cost a great deal of Dust Blood Stones but also consumed several years of lifespan.

For someone whose life was nearing an end, every second, let alone years, was precious.

Following the Great Elder’s words, the white ancestral coffin beside him began to tremble.

Cloud upon cloud of white blossomed around the coffin.

"Cloud after cloud, so much worry.

How many years has it been?" an aged voice came from inside the coffin.

"Ancestoral Master, two hundred years have passed since you entered your slumber," the Great Elder quickly replied.

Watching the lid of the ancestral coffin gradually opening, Yue Buli began to tremble slightly.

He still remembered that rainy day when the elder had brought him into the Heavenly Sword Sect, every memory etched deep into his heart.

Cloud after cloud extended across the land, and when those clouds dispersed before their eyes, everyone’s heart skipped a beat.

The years were like a passing cloud, and it seemed like all the past memories were just like fleeting clouds.

The malice in everyone’s hearts was gradually soothed, and the world entered a state of serenity.

"Is this, could this be," an old disciple watching the great battle from afar, upon witnessing such a miraculous sight, was too astonished to speak.

"The one known as the White Cloud Sword Master, the White Cloud Ancestral Master, was the former Sect Master of our Heavenly Sword Sect," a disciple spoke with a trembling voice.

For many disciples, such a figure only existed in the historical records of the sect.

However, as the real person emerged, many were overwhelmed with excitement.

The lid of the coffin was fully opened, revealing an old man in a white robe, his hair completely greyed, stepping out.

The old man possessed no imposing aura; he appeared very calm, and his smile gave off a benevolent feeling.

He held a horsetail whisk in his hand, like a lofty hermit of the highlands, and though he had slept for hundreds of years, his robe remained spotless.

"If the White Cloud Ancestral Master is in this white coffin then what about the black coffin beside it?" a disciple asked, puzzled.

"Could it be?" Some disciples seemed to realize something, their eyes widening with disbelief on their faces.

"Heavenly Sword Elder," someone said the name with a trembling voice.

The disciples couldn’t help but be shocked, for the influence of the Heavenly Sword Elder on the Heavenly Sword Sect was too profound.

Whether it was his personally founding the sect or the legend related to the Heavenly Sword Peak, where the Ancestral Master had split Nameless Peak with a single strike, it was deeply ingrained in their hearts.

The gentle breeze stirred a few willow trees, and beneath the fluttering leaves, with all eyes focused, the black coffin also began to tremble.