I Truly Am The Villian

"Hello, Junior Sisters," Lu Ang greeted with a smile, walking up with Xu Zimei to the four female disciples of the Immortal Spirit Sect.

"Hello, Senior Brother," Nie Xingqing and the other three female disciples also smiled and greeted in return.

However, Nie Xingqing’s emotions didn’t look very good, and her complexion was somewhat pale.

"All of you Junior Sisters came to watch the Holy Spring Sect’s Inner Gate Competition, right?" Lu Ang said as he sat down nearby and asked.

"I was just on my way home," Nie Xingqing shook her head and responded.

"Where is Junior Sister’s home?" Lu Ang asked with a smile, "A place that could raise a talented disciple like Junior Sister must be extraordinary."

"Heavenly Sword Sect," Nie Xingqing answered with a somewhat cold voice.

Lu Ang was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Is it the same Heavenly Sword Sect that was annihilated a while ago?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lu Ang realized he had been too blunt and quickly explained, "Junior Sister, I didn’t mean anything by that."

"It’s nothing that can’t be spoken of; I also only received the news not long ago," Nie Xingqing shook her head and said.

Meanwhile, Xu Zimei reflected for a moment. The destruction of the Heavenly Sword Sect made him think of Ren Pingsheng first.

In his previous life, after Ren Pingsheng obtained the inheritance of the Sun Devouring Emperor, he too swiftly annihilated the Heavenly Sword Sect.

In this life, he had told Ren Pingsheng about the inheritance of the Sun Devouring Emperor ahead of time. Did it also mean that the demise of the Heavenly Sword Sect was brought forward?

Xu Zimei was not sure now, but he could only wait and see at the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"May I ask, Junior Sister, what is your relationship with the Heavenly Sword Sect?" Xu Zimei asked out of curiosity.

He didn’t know much about Nie Xingqing, and in his previous life, he truly didn’t know about her connection with the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Yue Buli, the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, is my adoptive father," Nie Xingqing pondered for a moment before replying softly.

After talking for a while, Xu Zimei more or less understood the situation.

It happened decades ago. One day when Yue Buli was leaving the Sect Gate, he found a baby at the doorstep.

The baby was just a month old, likely abandoned, and Yue Buli decided to adopt the baby since he had no offspring of his own.

As the baby grew day by day, she turned into an extraordinary and talented girl.

Yue Buli felt that keeping her confined to the Heavenly Sword Sect would waste her talents. At the age of eighteen, he sent her to the Immortal Spirit Sect,

The largest female sect in the Extreme West Region.

......…

The Holy Vessel descended slowly over the airspace of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Its massive body compressed the air, creating a clashing pressure that then exploded.

According to Nie Xingqing, if there were survivors from the Heavenly Sword Sect, she would stay with the sect.

If it had been completely annihilated, she would follow the others to the Holy Spring Sect.

When the Holy Vessel descended not far above the Heavenly Sword Sect, several people leaped down from it, including the seventh Elder and Elder Fanyun from the other side.

The land was in ruins, and countless cracks seemed to bear witness to the intensity of the great battle.

In the sect, various Monster Beasts were active, gnawing at bodies that were dead or even beginning to rot.

Nie Xingqing released her Empty Vein Realm energy, and a streak of purple light shot from her hand, killing several Monster Beasts in an instant.

Seeing this, the other Monster Beasts fled far away.

......

"It’s all gone," Nie Xingqing stood in the very center of the ruins, as scenes of familiar days echoed before her eyes.

It was the happiest memory of her childhood, whether it was her foster father, the senior sisters who adored her, or the senior brothers who always liked to tease her.

Xu Zimei looked around, and although the battle had ended quite some time ago, a trace of remaining Demonic Qi could still be faintly sensed.

The Sun Devouring Axe of the Sun Devouring Emperor, after a moment of thought, Xu Zimei came to a conclusion.

......

He glanced at the others who were still looking around and approached Nie Xingqing, whispering, "Perhaps I know who the murderer is."

"Who?" Nie Xingqing turned her head in an instant, her aura surging like a torrent.

"How about we make a deal?" Xu Zimei said with a smile.

Nie Xingqing looked at Xu Zimei for a long time before asking, "What do you want?"

"You’ve obtained the legacy of the Ancestor of Wind, haven’t you?" Xu Zimei asked.

Nie Xingqing nodded, this wasn’t a well-kept secret, and it was precisely because she had been recognized by the Ancestor of Wind that she was able to suppress everyone in the Immortal Spirit Sect and become the Saintess.

"In the legacy of your Ancestor of Wind, there’s a painting, isn’t there?" Xu Zimei said with a smile.

"What painting?" Nie Xingqing pondered for a moment, asking with curiosity.

"It’s no fun if you do it like this," Xu Zimei said, shaking his head and turning to leave.

"Wait a minute, there are several paintings in the legacy of the Ancestor of Wind, I don’t know which one you’re talking about," Nie Xingqing stopped Xu Zimei, hurriedly said.

"That painting is a self-portrait of your Ancestor of Wind," Xu Zimei said with a smile: "Let’s make a deal, you give me the painting, and I’ll tell you who the murderer is."

"What do you want with the self-portrait of our Ancestor of Wind?" Nie Xingqing asked puzzledly.

"I’ve studied many historical figures before, and I heard that your Ancestor of Wind was quite a beauty, so I wanted to see it for myself," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

"If you just want to take a look, I can bring it out for you right now, but if you want the whole painting, that’s not possible," Nie Xingqing shook her head and said: "I don’t have the authority to give away the legacy of an ancestor."

"So, there’s no room for negotiation?" Xu Zimei said, shaking his head with a smile, then walked towards the Holy Vessel.

This time Nie Xingqing didn’t stop Xu Zimei, she stood there pondering over his retreating figure.

She wasn’t a fool, and she certainly wouldn’t believe something like wanting just a glimpse of one’s appearance.

There must be a purpose to Xu Zimei wanting that painting.

She hadn’t given much thought to the painting before, but now it seemed there must be a use for it that she was unaware of.

The death of her foster father and the vengeance of her sect’s destruction could be slowly investigated; there would always be traces.

If she really couldn’t find any leads, and if she could bear the Destiny in the future, she could directly come to the True Martial Holy Sect and force Xu Zimei to tell her.

But if that painting was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, missing it would mean she’d never have the chance again.

......…

After a long investigation at the Heavenly Sword Sect and confirming there were no survivors, everyone boarded the Holy Vessel and headed towards the Holy Spring Sect.

During this time, Nie Xingqing’s gaze was constantly fixed on Xu Zimei; she was even thinking if the fall of the Heavenly Sword Sect could be related to Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei leaned back in his chair, with his eyes closed, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Whether or not Nie Xingqing was willing to hand over the painting wasn’t important; what mattered was that after his subtle hints, he was certain Nie Xingqing had the painting with her.

After half a day’s journey, the Holy Vessel slowly arrived at the Holy Spring Sect, a sect with a long history.