I Truly Am The Villian

Chapter 992: Chapter 991 Everyone Grows Old, the Original Aspiration

In a past life, he was defeated by Chu Yang. His mother sought revenge on his behalf and met a tragic fate, while his father turned white-haired in a single night and ultimately withdrew to live in seclusion within the depths of the mountains.

He understood many things.

Back then, didn’t he also secretly wish to accumulate power and ultimately seek revenge against Chu Yang?

Whether it was Lan Ke’er or Xiao Dingtian, both of them he had met during that time.

“The person seeking revenge is the craziest,” was something Xu Zimei deeply understood.

Once a person fears nothing, they are capable of doing anything.

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He looked at Baili Chengfeng, whose complexion had slightly changed before him.

He said with a smile, “Although you are truly as weak as an ant, I still mind that the ant occasionally bites me.

It’s not acceptable even if it’s not painful or itchy.”

As his voice fell, he waved his hand slightly, and promptly several Ancient Nether subordinates took him away; one can well imagine the consequences.

“Xu Zimei, let me go,

I won’t let you off even as a ghost,

When you go to Heaven Beyond Heavens, Ancestor Changkong will deal with you himself.”

As Baili Chengfeng’s angry roar gradually faded into the distance, it came to an abrupt stop.

“Hang the body at the gate of Hundreds Miles City, let’s disperse from here,” Xu Zimei said.

“In this period when Destiny takes shape, I want to be at peace for a while; you’ll wait for my command when the time comes.”

“Understood,” King Qinyou and several others all nodded in agreement.

Just as when they arrived, Xu Zimei, accompanied by Lin Ruhu, riding the Dark King Tiger, slowly headed out towards the outskirts of Hundreds Miles City.

Behind them was already a pile of ruins.

The wind blew, and the yellow dust filled the sky with sand.

All prosperity had come to an end.

Straight ahead, Miss Jing stood prettily in place, wearing a floral dress.

Her long hair was braided into two pigtails, much like a teenage girl.

Her cheeks were pink, and her big eyes sparkled with anticipation as she waited for Xu Zimei.

The floral dress fluttered amidst the sandstorm, with her hair spinning around her ears.

A smile spread across her face.

“Congratulations, Young Master Xu,” Miss Jing said with a smile.

“It turns out you were well prepared, no wonder you didn’t need my help.”

“Didn’t you know everything?” Xu Zimei replied with a laugh.

“There are still things that can surprise you.”

“In this whole wide world, only Young Master makes me unable to see through,” Miss Jing replied with a smile.

“I am a very simple person, actually,” Xu Zimei lifted his head, his face grazed by the sandy wind as if it were slicing across his cheeks.

He closed his eyes and said faintly.

“I really am very simple. Initially, I just wanted to be a second-generation rich, a prodigal son in the eyes of others, indulging in luxury, occasionally taking a few evil slaves to the streets to tease and molest the good women.

Later on, a woman wanted to use my status to scheme for her own cultivation benefits.

Someone else told me that I had offended the child of Destiny.

Another said that I am the Demon King that everyone seeks to slay.”

As he spoke, Xu Zimei slowly opened his eyes, a smile spreading on his face.

He asked, “The Lord of Destruction told me that Miss Jing knows past and future. Hearing what I said, do you understand?”

“I understand, and yet I don’t,” Miss Jing replied.

“But I believe in Young Master.”

She could feel that when Xu Zimei said these words, it seemed like he was joking, yet it was mixed with deep and earnest feelings.

“Whether you understand doesn’t matter anymore,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

“That’s why I say, people always easily forget their original aspirations.”

“Everyone says that they have never betrayed their initial intentions,

Everyone says that they have never betrayed their initial intentions,”

Xu Zimei didn’t pay any more attention to Miss Jing, instead he muttered to himself as the Dark Heaven Tiger slowly brushed past her.

There stood Miss Jing, amidst the wind and sand,

Watching Xu Zimei’s figure disappearing into the distance, engulfed by the wind-blown sand until it vanished from sight.

She murmured to herself, “I feel like he’s realized something.”

But all around was silence, no one to answer her, only the overwhelming sandstorm howling in, burying everything.

…

A few kilometers away from Hundreds Miles City, Xu Zimei saw a large group of people ahead.

Among them were his father Xu Qingshan, his mother Wenren Yun, and his maternal grandfather Wenren Jingshi. Xiao Guizi was also in the group.

Xu Zimei slowly dismounted from the Dark King Tiger and walked forward with Lin Ruhu.

“Dad, mom…” He greeted each person with a smile.

With tears streaming down her face like rain, Wenren Yun hugged him tightly, “What would I do if something happened to you?”

Xu Zimei smiled,

Motherly love seemed to be just like that, as gentle as the spring breeze and as soft as the water in autumn, tender.

He quietly listened as his mother Wenren Yun reproached, worried, and cared for him, without a hint of objection.

He knew his parents had not come earlier because he had stabilized the situation and they were no longer needed.

Otherwise, no matter the outcome, they would have rushed over immediately.

The True Martial Holy Sect did not want to get involved in this matter, so his mother Wenren Yun went to the Northern Continent to seek help from his grandfather Wenren Jingshi.

He had not seen his mother when he previously returned to the Sect.

“All right, the child has grown up and can make his own decisions,” Xu Qingshan said from the sidelines.

“Let’s go home,” his grandfather Wenren Jingshi said in a loud voice, followed by several booming laughs.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Xiao Guizi was originally training outside but rushed back immediately when he heard the news.

…

At this moment, within the True Martial Holy Sect,

Sect Master Xiao, in his white robe, was sitting by a small creek at the bridgehead, quietly fishing with his eyes closed.

His disciple Meng Chenxue stood by his side.

After a while, Meng Chenxue spoke softly, “Master, you haven’t caught a single fish all day.”

“The waters are troubled; naturally, the fish won’t take the bait,” replied Sect Master Xiao, his voice a bit hoarse as he opened his eyes.

“But the waters are so still,” retorted Meng Chenxue, puzzled.

“I’m talking about my heart,” Sect Master Xiao said, shaking his head slightly.

On the other side of the bridge, the figure of the Third Elder suddenly appeared, approaching slowly in a blue robe.

“Have you reached a conclusion?” asked Sect Master Xiao.

“Hundreds Miles City has been destroyed,” replied the Third Elder.

Silence fell all around, and this time, ripples started to disturb the water where he was fishing.

The Third Elder continued, “He appeared at the Demon Subduing Conference and overawed everyone.

It is said that a Great Emperor descended, though it’s unclear if it was the Empress.

But the Old Land’s Divine Gate also had a Great Emperor, seemingly the Divine Emperor, and it appears that people from Ancient Nether attended too.”

“Were they all helping him?” asked Sect Master Xiao.

“Yes, he killed some and released others,” said the Third Elder.

“He is now on his way back to the Sect, and I believe this news will soon spread across the entire Continent.”

Seeing Sect Master Xiao remain silent, the Third Elder heaved a sigh and was about to turn away.

“Third Elder,” called Sect Master Xiao abruptly.

“Yes?”

“I’ve grown old.”

“Everyone ages.”

“This fish ate my bait but didn’t bite the hook,” said Sect Master Xiao, lifting his fishing rod to reveal a bare hook.

“I usually love fishing, to cultivate my mind, and I release the fish even after catching it.

But this time, I’ve come to realize that I am the bait.”