I Truly Am The Villian

"I often hear that the True Martial Holy Sect is the greatest sect in the Extreme West Region, and I’ve always admired it," Mo Lei said, neither servile nor overbearing. "I’ve been cultivating for several years and have always wanted to spar with disciples of the Holy Sect, but I’ve never had the chance.

"Today, I finally have the opportunity, so may I have the honor of experiencing the capabilities of a Holy Sect disciple?"

Hearing Mo Lei’s words, Elder Tianzhen subtly glanced at Luo Changhe, uncertain whether this was an impromptu challenge by the disciple or a provocation from Luo Changhe.

The difference between the two was somewhat intriguing.

"How presumptuous! The Holy Sect has come to our Sect Gate only to watch the Inner Gate competition, not to engage in an exchange between sects. It’s not your place to suggest such a thing," Luo Changhe was alarmed and scolded hastily.

He had not anticipated Mo Lei’s audacity. Even if a sparring match was desired, it should be during a formal competition between sects,

not blurted out face-to-face like this—it was a direct challenge to the True Martial Holy Sect.

One must know that although the Holy Spring Sect was powerful, it still had a long way to go compared to the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, especially a sect like the True Martial Holy Sect with four Great Emperors.

Although he didn’t like to curry favor, he didn’t want to offend the True Martial Holy Sect either.

"It’s no bother," Elder Tianzhen said with a smile, interrupting Luo Changhe. "I quite agree with the idea of disciples sparring. After all, it teaches the younger ones that there’s always someone better out there, and they can’t act recklessly just because they carry the Holy Sect’s name.

"Unfortunately, I brought some of my core disciples this time, and I’m afraid you’re not their match."

Both Lu Ang and Cai Yufei had reached the Esteem Vein Realm. To have them fight Mo Lei, who was only at the True Vein Realm, would indeed seem like bullying.

As for Xu Zimei and Xiao Guizi, Elder Tianzhen did not take them into account—one was unremarkable in the Inner Gate and the other had not been cultivating for long.

"If it’s inconvenient, then forget it. My apologies for being abrupt," Mo Lei quickly said.

The reason he challenged the True Martial Holy Sect was firstly to establish his authority.

Now that he had defeated Luo Yifeng, the top contender of the Inner Gate, his reputation was already high. If he could defeat a disciple of the True Martial Holy Sect, then his position in the Inner Gate would be secure.

As for the second reason, it was a form of resentment. The first sect he had tried to join was the True Martial Holy Sect, but unfortunately, he was rejected due to his insufficient talent.

Later, he joined the Holy Spring Sect and, by a stroke of luck, received the inheritance of the Zhenyu Wise Man.

"How about I give it a try?" Just as Mo Lei was about to leave, Xu Zimei suddenly stood up and said.

Under the surprised gazes of the audience, he stepped down from the spectator stand and walked to a lower position.

"Elder Tianzhen, let me try," Xu Zimei said to Elder Tianzhen with a smile.

Elder Tianzhen watched Xu Zimei for a long time before finally nodding and saying, "Alright, but remember that this sparring session should stop at the right point."

In reality, he did not wish for Xu Zimei to join the fight, for there was no need for him to play the hero since his cultivation time was short.

Even though this was just an ordinary match, it still represented the face of the sect.

"..."

"You’ve just been through a big fight. I’ll give you half an hour to rest," Xu Zimei said to Mo Lei.

Then he walked up to the Combat Stage by himself.

Indeed, the script sometimes really is the same. In his past life, Mo Lei had also wanted to challenge the True Martial Holy Sect after winning a match.

Back then, he had just started his cultivation, barely at the early stages of the Condensing Vein Realm, and naturally was unable to accept the challenge, which then came to nothing.

But this time, he felt that teaching the other party a lesson would be better, although he did not possess so much sense of honor as to throw his life away for the prestige of the sect.

But I am, after all, a member of the True Martial Holy Sect, and I cannot allow others to disdain me for avoiding battle.

...…

"No need, I didn’t consume much in that last battle," Mo Lei shook his head and said.

Hearing these words, Luo Yifeng, who was healing nearby, nearly spewed a mouthful of old blood and suffered an internal injury from anger.

It was bad enough that his opponent had defeated him, but now to speak so lightly, as if he wasn’t even qualified to be his opponent.

"I understand that you’re young and vigorous, but don’t be reckless. Bring your best state to the battle; it is also a form of respect for me," Xu Zimei said with a smile, "You should rest a while to avoid claims that my victory was undeserved."

Mo Lei looked deeply at Xu Zimei and then nodded, sitting cross-legged to begin recuperating.

Indeed, he had consumed a lot in that last battle, and his refusal of Xu Zimei’s offer was because he thought Xu Zimei was looking down on him, so he declined impulsively.

...…

The colossal Green luan seemed to obscure the heavens and earth, advancing toward the True Martial Holy Sect.

This enormous entity, seated in the Extreme West Region, had been dominating this stretch of the world for ten thousand years since the True Martial Great Emperor founded the sect, and for the first time in hundreds of years, its peace was shattered.

Mighty Holy Power disseminated from above the Green luan, as Elder Xian Yun stood in midair, with ripples emanating through the surrounding space.

All disciples of the True Martial Holy Sect could feel this vast oppressive force.

"Who dares to invade our Holy Sect," a hoarse, old voice rose from within the True Martial Holy Sect.

Immediately after, several powerful auras shot up into the sky, pushing down Elder Xian Yun’s Holy Power in an instant.

"I am only here to seek justice," Elder Xian Yun’s expression changed slightly, but she still stood atop the Green luan with undiminished presence, shouting loudly.

As soon as Elder Xian Yun’s voice fell, the heavens and earth suddenly filled with a subtle Taoist Charm.

All auras dissipated at that moment, as if even space and time had been frozen.

In the distance on Azure Mountain Peak, Xu Qingshan, in a flowing green robe, resembled a scholar stepping out of a picturesque scene of misty rain.

His robe billowed with the wind, and his long hair was tied up in a topknot, moving slowly as if each step encompassed the world, walking toward the distant place.

With a step into the void, he who seemed to be at the distant peak a moment ago, as if awakening from a haze with the blink of an eye, had already arrived in front of the Green luan.

"Sect Master Xu, I have come to inquire about the matter concerning our sect’s Saintess," Elder Xian Yun said calmly.

"I do not wish to hear your explanations," Xu Qingshan replied blandly, "If you’ve come to seek advice on certain matters, please do so in the manner of a visitor.

If you represent the Immortal Spirit Sect in declaring war on our True Martial Holy Sect, then I accept it."

At this, Elder Xian Yun’s expression shifted slightly but she spoke firmly, "I have only come to inquire about the Saintess of my sect."

"I will ask you only once, fight or not," Xu Qingshan said coldly, "If you choose not to fight, mind your attitude.

If you wish to fight, today I shall see to it that your Immortal Spirit Sect vanishes from this Extreme West land.

Unless the Dustless Emperor descends, besides, even our True Martial Holy Sect is not without an emperor."

As the words of Xu Qingshan fell, the previously nondescript aura around him changed, and he emanated a majestic, limitless aura, akin to that of a monarch.