I Truly Am The Villian

Xu Zimei halted his steps and looked toward the other person.

"You just now had a very rapid heartbeat, I could feel it," Miss Jing said with a smile.

"You might look serious on the surface, but your heart was moved, right?"

"What is your name?" Xu Zimei inquired.

"My name is just one character, Jing," replied Miss Jing with a smile.

"Young Master can just call me Jing’er; it so happens you’re the first man to call me that."

"Oh," Xu Zimei nodded slightly and turned, preparing to leave again.

"If Young Master has any matters, you can find me at any time," Miss Jing’s voice came from behind.

"Jing’er will always be ready to sweep a seat for you."

Watching Xu Zimei’s figure growing more distant, her lips curled into a tempting arc.

Stepping out from the pavilion, a gentle breeze was blowing lightly, as if the sound of wind chimes from the pavilion’s curtains still echoed in his ears.

Xu Zimei halted his steps, just now, his Daoist Heart seemed somewhat unstable.

He had always felt that he wasn’t so concerned with the pleasures of love, except for his feelings toward Nan Ke’er, he had no emotions for any other women.

The so-called cultivation, especially in its later stages, was about cultivating this Daoist Heart.

Through thousands of trials and tribulations amidst the mortal world, one must remain constant in the end.

But he, after all, was human and could not escape the seven emotions and six desires.

When presented with a perfect beauty, ripe for the picking, he still couldn’t help but have his heart moved.

Although he controlled himself and suppressed the impulses within, the disturbance in his Daoist Heart was still a disturbance.

The color of the sky outside had darkened.

But within this cultivated garden, it remained as bright as ever.

At intervals, some plum trees or bamboo plants had colorful small lanterns hanging on them.

As these little lanterns were lit, they would cast reflections on the plum blossoms, adding a dash of grace.

Even at night, the place was bustling with people, exceptionally lively.

The number of people spending the night in this garden was more than a few.

Some even considered it their home, admiring flowers and listening to the zither in this beautiful garden by day, and indulging in worldly pleasures by night, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Life is indeed short; by the time one’s head turns white, empty regrets cut deep.

"Have you heard? A big event has recently occurred in our City of Destruction."

In the nearby pavilion, a few people were chatting.

Xu Zimei, being close, intentionally listened in for a few sentences.

"What big event?" someone beside eagerly asked.

"You all should know who sealed the Form Blood Space in our City of Destruction," the person said.

"Of course, it’s the Holy Master. That’s common knowledge."

"I heard that the Holy Master’s True Divine Sword has been found," someone whispered.

"What kind of joke is that? Hasn’t the True Divine Sword already been shattered and its pieces scattered around the Yuan Central Continent?

Who could have found them?"

"Anyway, the rumor going around the city is that someone called Xu Zimei has gathered the pieces of the True Divine Sword and has become the Holy Master’s disciple.

He’s already arrived in our City of Destruction, supposedly to resolve the Form Blood Space once and for all."

"Really? What’s the background of this Xu Zimei?"

"I don’t know either, but the city has been chaotic enough recently, and now it’s getting even more so."

"Good, let it be chaotic; what else would you call the City of Destruction?" someone laughed heartily, seemingly unconcerned.

Hearing the content of this conversation, Xu Zimei shook his head and chuckled.

"Letting that lass spread rumors, I didn’t expect them to get so out of hand."

He had originally instructed Ji Ruobing to spread the rumor that he possessed the True Divine Sword.

And now, in less than a day, crazy rumors of him being the Holy Master’s disciple and about to settle the Form Blood Space issue for good had emerged.

Xu Zimei’s heart had always harbored a guess.

Opening the seal of the Form Blood Space was immensely difficult.

Relying on the Form Blood Beasts to attack the seal could prove futile even after millions of years.

Moreover, the Destruction Master from the outside world was guarding it; should any issues arise with the seal, it could be observed and repaired at any time.

The fact that a few Form Blood Beasts had escaped was already an enormous stroke of luck.

The opportunity to open the seal of the Form Blood Space must have been the True Divine Sword.

All these were Xu Zimei’s conjectures. Whether they were true or not would depend on the situation.

If those Form Blood Beasts knew that the True Divine Sword was in Xu Zimei’s hands, there would be no need for Xu Zimei to seek them out, as they would probably come knocking on his door.

This was akin to "waiting for the rabbit by the stump."

Xu Zimei sought the Form Blood Beasts, and he did not wish for the True Divine Sword to cause any other troubles.

After leaving Ya Garden, he hadn’t seen the chubby young man again.

Although curious about the other’s identity, Xu Zimei had not gone out of his way to look for him.

He left Ya Garden and found an inn in the Southern District of the City of Destruction.

He booked two rooms.

And rendezvoused inside the inn with Ji Ruobing.

Casually asking the innkeeper to serve good food and drinks, he looked at Ji Ruobing with a smile and asked, "Is everything settled?"

"You’re in for it now," Ji Ruobing said and took a swig of strong liquor.

Not even furrowing his brow, he continued, "You’re about to be busy.

Some want the True Divine Sword, and others want the Holy Master’s legacy."

"Then let’s wait and see when the fish bites," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

While they were eating, suddenly, several men clad in iron armor entered the inn from outside.

Their target was unmistakably Xu Zimei.

"So quickly," Xu Zimei said, surprised.

Had trouble come knocking the moment he spoke of it?

"Young Master Xu, the Wood War God would like to see you," the leader of the iron-armored men approached, stating flatly to Xu Zimei.

Aside from the Destruction Master, the eight War Gods were the absolute authorities in the City of Destruction.

Their word was the iron law of the City of Destruction.

"What’s the matter?" Xu Zimei asked.

"The commander didn’t specify, but please be sure to come with us," the iron-armored man replied.

Xu Zimei glanced at Ji Ruobing.

Ji Ruobing waved his hand and said with a smile, "Go ahead, I’m quite tired myself; I was about to go back to my room for some sleep."

…

Following the iron-armored men, Xu Zimei arrived at the deepest part of the city.

It seemed to be the entire military camp of the City of Destruction.

No other people were to be seen around, only the Iron Armored Army.

They led Xu Zimei to a tent and then left.

Xu Zimei surveyed his surroundings before entering the tent.

A desk was placed in front of the tent, with several scrolls messily laid out on it.

On the other end of the desk sat a handsome middle-aged man on the ground.

The man wore a light green robe. Though not having eyebrows like swords or eyes like stars, his features were proportionate, and he was undeniably a handsome man.

"Take a seat," the man said with a smile as Xu Zimei entered, putting down the scroll in his hand.

"May I know what the Wood War God wants from me?" Xu Zimei asked directly.

"You’re smart; you should be able to guess," the Wood War God replied with a smile.

"Because of the True Divine Sword," Xu Zimei said.

The Wood War God nodded slightly and replied, "I roughly understand your plan, using the True Divine Sword as bait to lure the Form Blood Beasts here."