I Truly Am The Villian

"This village is Senior Sister Baili’s hometown, you can’t touch it," Xue Qianxue hurriedly said.

"Can your Senior Sister Baili represent the entire True Martial Holy Sect?" Elder Xian Yun snorted coldly and asked.

"Our Senior Sister Baili is the niece of the Sixth Elder of the True Martial Holy Sect, and she has inherited Empress Hongtian’s legacy. She is very likely to become the Saintess of this generation. What do you think?" Xue Qianxue also spoke with a bit more confidence.

"Does the True Martial Holy Sect also want to meddle in this affair?" Elder Xian Yun frowned and glanced at Xue Qianxue.

She had heard of the inheritor of Empress Hongtian’s legacy before, but she had not expected the matter to involve the True Martial Holy Sect.

Elder Xian Yun waved her right hand, and a surge of spiritual energy burst from her fingertips. Xue Qianxue felt her entire body as if it was bound, completely unable to move.

"I’ll take you to the True Martial Holy Sect to seek justice," Elder Xian Yun said indifferently, "The others, guard this village, without my command, no one is allowed to leave."

After that, Elder Xian Yun took Xue Qianxue, along with Elder Fanyun and a few others, and flew to the True Martial Holy Sect aboard the Green luan.

......…

At this moment, the inner sect competition at the Holy Spring Sect had entered an intense stage.

The main favorite to win the championship was, naturally, Luo Yifeng, the son of Luo Changhe.

Not only was his cultivation somewhat superior to disciples of his level, but he had also cultivated Luo Changhe’s signature vein skill "One Sword Long River".

This vein skill was self-created by Luo Changhe. A large part of his current prestige was due to this set of vein skills.

Therefore, he named this vein skill after himself.

To Xu Zimei, the inner sect competition of the Holy Spring Sect seemed somewhat dull. After watching for a while and finding it monotonous, he leaned to one side and half-closed his eyes.

Not long after, he was awakened by a particularly loud chanting.

The crowd was shouting Luo Yifeng’s and someone named Mo Lei’s names.

"Is it the final battle already?" Xu Zimei asked Lu Ang, yawning.

"Yeah, after being bored all day, there should finally be something interesting," Lu Ang replied with a smile.

"Lu Ang, how about we make a bet," Xu Zimei proposed.

"What kind of bet?" Lu Ang asked with interest.

"Guess who will win between the two of them," Xu Zimei said with a smile. "If I win, you give me a Level Six Array Plate. If you win, I’ll give you a drop of Gufeng’s True Blood."

"Deal, I choose Luo Yifeng, and you can’t pick the same as me," Lu Ang promptly said.

"No problem, then I choose Mo Lei," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

Gufeng’s True Blood was something Xu Zimei had obtained from Nie Xingqing’s Storage Ring. It wasn’t exactly precious; at most, it was rare.

And a Level Six Array Plate, its power was equivalent to an attack from someone in the Emperor Pulse Realm.

Array Masters generally need to condense Array Seals during combat and then deploy them at designated locations in order to fight.

This was too slow, and condensing Array Seals on the battlefield also had a high failure rate, leading to Array Masters having weak fighting capabilities.

Later, someone came up with the idea of Array Plates, which allowed pre-integration of Array Seals into the plates. When needed during combat, the Array Plates could be activated in advance.

Lu Ang, now in the Esteem Vein Realm, had been an Array Master of the fifth level for some time.

Xu Zimei knew that Lu Ang was now capable of creating Level Six Array Plates, but the failure rate was too high.

To be considered a sixth level Array Master, the success rate of creating Array Plates must be ninety percent, and Lu Ang’s success rate probably wasn’t even ten percent.

......

Looking at the overly confident Lu Ang, thinking he had gotten a good deal, Xu Zimei shook his head and smiled.

If memory serves, he couldn’t recall much of the details from this Inner Gate competition, but he distinctly remembered the outcome.

Luo Yifeng had caused a major upset, defeated by an obscure Inner Sect Disciple.

On the Combat Stage, Luo Yifeng, in a white robe with a sword hung at his waist, stepped forward under the gaze of thousands of spectators.

Cheers erupted from all around, filling the air.

However, when Mo Lei stepped onto the stage, aside from a few sparse cheers, there were surprisingly loud jeers.

"Luo Yifeng, I want to have your babies!"

A plump girl in the crowd yelled this out with heart-rending fervor, her voice even momentarily drowning out the collective voices of the other Disciples.

Luo Yifeng, who had been beaming with a splendid smile at the crowd, basking in the moment,

suddenly heard that shout and his expression collapsed instantly.

He silently lowered his head, drew his sword, and then pointed it at the black-clothed youth opposite him.

With deafening sounds ringing all around him, Mo Lei looked on. Even though these sounds were not for him, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

All the efforts he had made over the years were about to bear fruit.

He was poised to rise to the top by stepping over the defeat of the other side’s talent, on whom everyone had pinned their hopes.

......

Luo Yifeng’s gaze was fixed. He did not take the youth opposite him seriously.

With a slash of his sword, the light from the blade flashed before his eyes, and he wanted to end this meaningless fight as quickly as possible.

Mo Lei snorted coldly. A tiger’s roar that echoed through the mountains rang out around them. The crowd turned to look and saw a green-yellow tiger made of Spiritual Energy standing beside Mo Lei.

The tiger’s aura enveloped Mo Lei’s fist. With a roar of the tiger, he punched out, shattering the sword light completely.

"What Vein Skill is this?" Disciples below began to discuss among themselves.

As the crowd’s astonishment grew, another strange sound emerged.

This time, in addition to the fierce tiger’s aura, there was also a dark green turtle.

With the fierce tiger attacking and the Mysterious Turtle defending, Mo Lei’s assaults were now unrestricted. With fists and kicks flowing freely, he managed to overpower Luo Yifeng.

"This Vein Skill seems familiar, like I’ve seen it somewhere before," Lu Ang said softly from the side.

He looked at Xu Zimo’s confident expression, and, startled, he quickly asked, "Junior Brother, no wonder you wanted to make a bet with me. Do you know something?"

Lu Ang felt he had been duped. In the previous fights, Mo Lei had seemed conventional and hadn’t used any particularly dazzling Vein Skills, so naturally, he had not favored him.

"Zhenyu Wise Man," Xu Zimo replied with a smile, giving just four words in return.

In that instant, a flash of insight crossed Lu Ang’s mind, and he finally recognized why Mo Lei’s Vein Skill felt so familiar.

The Hundred Beasts Fist, a Vein Skill created by the Zhenyu Wise Man himself, was also his signature technique.

Lu Ang’s hometown was within Zhenyu City, named after the Zhenyu Wise Man.

Because the old sage had once saved the city, its residents treasured his deeds, reciting them fluently and taking pride in his legacy.

The life of the Zhenyu Wise Man was quite legendary.

It was said that he had been abandoned by his family as a child due to his ugly appearance, only to be later picked up and raised by a leopard in the forest.

Having grown up among a group of beasts, he observed their habits and created the Hundred Beasts Fist as an adult.