I Truly Am The Villian

"Dark Kingdom, huh," Xu Zimei murmured softly.

The night remained the same, thunderstorms continued, and the entire world was submerged in them.

Everyone had fallen into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, a series of knocks on the door woke everyone up.

"Is Big Brother Han here?" someone outside was shouting, sounding very anxious.

Xu Zimei walked out of her room, followed closely by the Han Family’s brothers.

Upon opening the courtyard gate, they saw a haggard woman standing there.

"Old Sun’s wife, what’s happened?" Han Shengxiao asked in surprise when he saw the woman outside.

"It’s raining outside, why aren’t you using an umbrella?"

"My child is injured, and the village doesn’t have good medicine," Old Sun’s wife quickly explained.

"I know you brothers often travel to the Dark Kingdom, I wonder if you have any superior healing medicine.

I’ll pay for it."

"What kind of injury?" Han Shengxiao asked, frowning.

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"He was being careless; tonight, during the rain, it was dark and the roads were slippery—he couldn’t see clearly and fell off the cliffside."

Old Sun’s wife’s voice broke into sobs as she said this.

"It was the Sixth Uncle of the Chang Family who found him, otherwise he would probably already be a corpse."

"Don’t worry," Han Shengxiao quickly consoled her.

He turned back, took a medical kit from the house, and said, "Let’s go and have a look."

"Big Brother Han, may I come along," Xu Zimei spoke up from the side.

"I know a bit about medicine."

"Then let’s go together," Han Shengxiao nodded and said.

...

The night was cool, even somewhat cold.

It gave everyone goosebumps.

The group was silent most of the way.

The rain seemed to have lessened a bit, but it was still a light drizzle.

There was a courtyard ahead, brightly lit, surely the home of this woman.

"The Han Family’s Brothers are here," someone shouted from the threshold as they approached.

Then, a group of people came out to greet them.

"Sixth Uncle of the Chang Family, Second Master of Sun Clan..." Han Shengxiao exchanged a few brief greetings.

"Fine, fine, let’s go look at the child," Sixth Uncle of the Chang Family said from the side.

"Our small village has limited medical capabilities, and we’re some distance from the Dark Kingdom. I fear the child may not survive the journey there.

We’ll have to count on you brothers."

Han Shengxiao shook his head slightly and walked into the house with the others.

Inside, it finally felt much warmer.

On the bed, a little boy was lying.

His face was pale, devoid of any blood.

But the situation on his chest was particularly ghastly—his chest seemed to have been sliced open by a sharp stone.

The organs, like the heart and intestines, were even falling out.

The blood had just been stopped, but the child’s breathing was already getting weaker and weaker.

"This is serious," Han Shengxiao gasped.

"Indeed, please do your best to save him," Sixth Uncle of the Chang Family nodded and said.

"Don’t feel pressured, just leave it to fate."

Han Shengxiao carefully opened the medical kit he had brought, taking out a small jar of medicine.

"This is the best healing medicine I’ve bought; it’s said to be capable of reviving the dead and mending bones," Han Shengxiao explained.

He took out the medicine, and Spiritual Energy surged through his right hand.

Xu Zimei noticed that most people in the village had not cultivated.

And although the Han Family’s brothers had cultivated, their realms weren’t high—just around Esteem Vein.

He sprinkled the medicine on the wound, gathering surrounding Spiritual Energy to concentrate and surge toward the boy’s injury.

"Big Brother Han, this won’t do," Xu Zimei said from the side.

"He’s injured his internal organs; your medicine can only treat external injuries."

"What should we do then? His internal organs are severely damaged, and I dare not intervene," Han Shengxiao sighed.

"Nevermind, I owed you a favor, and now it’s time to repay it," Xu Zimei shook his head and said.

He slowly extended his right hand, and a strand of Life Energy twined around his palm.

This was something he had condensed from the Tree of Life.

"This is what I’ve been keeping for lifesaving," Xu Zimei said, looking at the people inside the house.

"As long as there is a breath left, this Life Energy can heal completely."

He waved his right hand and directly infused the Life Energy into the young boy on the bed.

At that moment, the boy’s complexion visibly reddened at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The ferocious wound on his chest also started to heal.

Within mere seconds, the boy’s coughing roused the stunned onlookers.

"Mom," the boy on the bed murmured.

"I’m here," the woman hurried forward, wrapping the child in her arms, tears streaming down her face, her nose stinging.

"Han Brother, let’s go," Xu Zimei said with a light laugh.

Hearing that Xu Zimei was leaving, everyone at the scene hurriedly expressed their thanks, especially the woman, who even wanted to prostrate herself in gratitude.

Xu Zimei appreciated the greatness of a mother’s love.

Then he left with Han Shengxiao under the cover of night.

...

"Drip, drip," the light rain on the road had lessened a lot, with only the occasional drops hesitating to fall.

"Zimo, you are a Traveler, aren’t you?" Han Shengxiao finally asked after a long silence.

"I practiced for a while," Xu Zimei smiled.

"That’s not just a while," Han Shengxiao chuckled, not dwelling too much on it.

"Tomorrow we will part ways, and I hope your journey is safe, hoping that we’ll meet again in the future."

"We will," Xu Zimei nodded.

When they arrived home, Han Yanrou was standing at the doorway looking out, and only relaxed when she saw them returning.

"It’s cold; be careful not to catch a cold," Han Shengxiao said with concern.

"Dad, is he okay?" Han Yanrou smiled, unconcerned, but worriedly asked.

"What’s there to worry about, have you forgotten they used to make fun of you," Han Shengtao replied abruptly.

Xu Zimei knew that, in this village, because of her appearance, people didn’t treat Han Yanrou very kindly.

Among the adults, it was somewhat better; they just gossiped behind the scenes.

But the children were somewhat reckless.

"That’s different," Han Yanrou smiled and shook her head.

"Don’t worry, it’s nothing, and thanks to Zimo, we really wouldn’t have made it through tonight," Han Shengtao replied.

After a few brief words, the Han Family’s Brothers soon went back to their room unintentionally.

Only Xu Zimei and Han Yanrou were left outside.

"Zimo Brother," Han Yanrou called crisply.

"Hmm?" Xu Zimei looked up.

"You’re leaving tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah."

"Have a safe trip,"

"Okay."

"Take care of yourself,"

"Okay."

"If you miss here, remember to come back and visit."

"Okay."

"It looks like the rain has stopped,"

"Yeah."

"I’m a bit cold, can you hug me?"

"Ah?" Xu Zimei suddenly looked up, the cold wind blowing his long hair fluttering, the night roared like a silent beast.

"I was just kidding, I wanted to see if you only knew how to say ’yeah’ and ’okay.’" Han Yanrou smiled sweetly, but her smile was bittersweet.