I Truly Am The Villian

"Then I shall respectfully comply," the man who was called upon also stood up, laughing as he spoke.

One of them stood with his hands clasped behind his back, while the other held a folding fan, both exuding a graceful demeanor.

As Spiritual Energy surged around them, what seemed like a friendly spar was actually executed with genuine skill.

The sound of a zither emanated from within the room, its notes sharp like clashing armies, echoing like the roaring Yangtze flowing eastward.

The heavy battle rhythm, "boom-drum-drum," as if invoking vivid pictures of severed enemy heads amidst vast armies.

It stirred the blood to such a boil within that one could hardly resist the urge to wage war against both heaven and earth.

As if inspired by the zither’s melodies, the two men in the Plum Garden next to the Zither Room unleashed their True Fire.

One fist thundered forth with the true intent of the martial way,

And with a wave of the folding fan, a mirage of blooming plum blossoms scattered, causing a gentle snowfall to envelop the sky.

Though it was called a spar, nearly everyone here longed for the intimate approval of Miss Jing.

Soon after, the man with the folding fan was defeated, his illusory realm shattered by a punch, and his figure sent flying backward.

"Gu Yanbai has come to learn," with the defeat of the man with the fan, others immediately stepped forward offering instruction.

"Ladies and gentlemen, why not allow these young masters to rest for a round before continuing the fight?" suggested a woman from the garden with a smile.

This would ensure fairness and prevent one-sided battles.

"Fine, let this brother rest; who wishes to battle me?" Gu Yanbai called out loudly.

"You wanted to go up, didn’t you?" Xu Zimei turned to look at the chubby boy and asked.

"These few don’t catch my eye. I’ll wait for Niu Dali and Zuo Quan to make their moves; only then will it be worthy to battle me," said the chubby boy disdainfully.

"Do you also fancy Miss Jing?" Xu Zimei inquired.

"Not really, I have a question to ask her. I heard she knows everything," the chubby boy replied.

"Does she know about the Form Blood Beast?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.

Hearing Xu Zimei’s question, the chubby boy fell silent for a moment, glancing around cautiously.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, he finally whispered, "I’ll tell you a secret, a crack has appeared in the seal of the Form Blood Space, the day the Form Blood Beast escaped.

I’ve heard that the Master of Destruction himself once visited Miss Jing."

"Really?" Xu Zimei was momentarily startled before speaking.

"Rumors, just rumors," the chubby boy said with an embarrassed smile, quickly dismissing the notion.

...

In the center of the Plum Garden, after several rounds of battle, the sparring had already seen many rounds.

Almost everyone here came to join the excitement, challenging each other regardless of strength.

After nearly an hour, the center of the arena finally had but one person remaining.

It was an old man.

"Does anyone else wish to fight? If not, this position shall belong to this old man," he said with a chuckle.

The surroundings fell into a brief silence; most had already challenged and been defeated.

From somewhere came a voice, "I’ll take it," Niu Dali, bare-chested, entered from outside the Plum Garden.

"It’s the young master of the Bull Head Gang," someone in the crowd recognized him and promptly announced.

Niu Dali looked at the old man and beckoned with a slight smile, "One move."

"Young man, aren’t you being a bit too arrogant?" the old man scoffed.

Niu Dali didn’t reply, but two puffs of white smoke emerged from his nostrils.

In the next instant, a streak of golden light flashed over his horns, and Niu Dali’s figure became shadowy.

With a ’boom,’ he was already in front of the old man, his horns charging forth.

The old man’s hands surged with Spiritual Energy, unleashing a defiant counterattack.

A terrible cry ensued.

The golden horns pierced straight through the old man’s body, impaling him upon them.

"Killing you has tainted my horns," Niu Dali said indifferently.

His gaze swept menacingly across the surroundings, chilling those who met his eyes.

"Zuo Quan, fight me," Niu Dali demanded.

"I’m not in a hurry," Zuo Quan said nonchalantly, waving his hand as if he was waiting for something.

"Then roll if you’re not going to fight," Niu Dali said disdainfully.

"Anyone else want to fight?"

"I’ll give it a try," the chubby boy stepped forward and said indifferently.

"Who are you?" Niu Dali turned to look at him and asked with a frown.

"Why bother with that, just fight," the chubby boy bellowed and charged directly at him.

His obese frame was surprisingly agile, like a fat loach streaking toward Niu Dali.

Niu Dali snorted coldly, stomping the ground like a mighty Wild Desolation ox, causing numerous cracks to appear.

"Nine Veins Seal," the chubby boy snorted coldly.

Suddenly, his figure cast countless afterimages in mid-air.

These afterimages, obscure in their authenticity, surrounded Niu Dali.

Niu Dali instantly lost his bearings, unsure how to apply his brute strength.

In the next instant, the afterimages moved at a speed nearly impossible to catch with the naked eye.

Even Xu Zimei, with her heightened senses, could only see a blur of figures.

"Bang bang bang bang" - a series of sounds erupted in the void.

"The fight is over, withdraw," the chubby boy rapidly backed away, distancing himself from Niu Dali.

"What did you do?" Niu Dali furiously stared at the chubby boy.

The sharp horn on his head, once flashing with golden light, was now devoid of any fluctuation of Spiritual Energy.

"My Vein Gate Seal can block your Vein Gates, and you’ll be no different from an ordinary person for seven days," the chubby boy boasted triumphantly.

"Do you still want to fight now?"

"You’re playing tricks," Niu Dali shouted angrily.

"I’m giving face to the Bull Head Gang, not wanting to injure you," the chubby boy stated coolly.

"If no one else fights, then I claim this spot."

"Zuo Quan," Niu Dali seemed reluctant to give up and looked toward Zuo Quan.

"I am not participating," Zuo Quan shook his head slightly.

"Since no one dares to challenge further, I declare Young Master Bai the victor of this competition," the woman before them declared with a smile.

"Wait," the chubby boy waved his hand and turned to Xu Zimei with a smile, saying,

"Brother Xu, I’ll give my spot to you."

"Give it to me?" Xu Zimei said in surprise.

"Yes," the chubby boy chuckled and stepped forward to slap Xu Zimei on the shoulder.

"A night in spring is worth a thousand gold; don’t squander my good intentions."

"Why give it to me?" Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.

"I like the look of you; I don’t need a reason to do what I do," the chubby boy said with a wave of his hand.

"Come with me then, young master," the woman said to Xu Zimei.

"According to the previous rules, you can spend the night with Miss Jing."

Xu Zimei felt everything was rather confusing as he followed the woman deeper into the Zither Room amidst the envious gazes of the onlookers.

Through the main hall, a corridor appeared ahead.

This corridor was lined with countless scrolls of calligraphy and paintings.

"Miss Jing has a great love for literature and painting," the guiding woman explained with a smile.

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Xu Zimei showed little interest; he was not concerned with these.

As they entered the corridor, a melody from a zither sounded from not far away.

Like gentle wisps of cooking smoke, it softly filled the air.