I Truly Am The Villian

Shao Xingyu looked at Xu Zimei and yelled, "Xu Zimei, calm down."

"I'm very calm," Xu Zimei replied with a smile.

"The Misty Sect is an affiliate of our True Martial Holy Sect. If you kill their Saint Heir, it will damage the relationship between the two sects," Shao Xingyu hastily said.

"What's the use of maintaining a relationship with a second-rate sect?" Xu Zimei laughed and said, "You really have none of the grandeur that a disciple from a great sect should have."

Zhang He, on the side, had already been scared pale and now only thought of escaping, but Xu Zimei's gaze stayed on him, restraining him from making any rash moves.

"Don't think about running away. If you think you can escape under my level six formation, then by all means, try," Xu Zimei said, looking at him.

"Young Master Xu, that's not what I mean. I absolutely had no intention of provoking you," Zhang He quickly shook his head and said.

"Oh? Then what do you mean?" Xu Zimei walked toward Zhang He as he spoke.

Zhang He instinctively took two steps back, then forcibly swallowed his saliva and said with an ingratiating smile, "Young Master Xu, I merely heard some unsubstantiated rumors that I feared might tarnish your noble image.

So I wanted to explain on your behalf, hoping you wouldn't mind. If I said anything wrong, I apologize to you."

Xu Zimei walked up to Zhang He, looked at the cold sweat rolling down his forehead, patted his shoulder with a smile, and said, "Fool, how could I mind?"

"That's good," Zhang He responded with a ingratiating nod as he looked at Xu Zimei's smile.

However, the next moment, the curved blade unsheathed and Zhang He's head parted from his body instantly.

Even until his death, his face was fixed in an ingratiating smile.

"I called you a fool, yet you believed me when I said I didn't mind," Xu Zimei sighed.

"You, you actually killed him," said Shao Xingyu, looking at Xu Zimei, his voice filled with panic.

Xu Zimei chuckled, picked up Zhang He's head, and took steps toward Shao Xingyu.

"What do you want to do?" Zhong Xin drew his sword and stood in front of Xu Zimei, asking.

"Junior brother Zhong, if you want to fight, I'll spar with you," Meng Kuo also slapped the table beside him, immediately shattering it, his aura as imposing as a rainbow.

"We're all disciples of the same sect; there is no need to fight to the death," Zhong Xin said with a frown.

"Don't worry, I won't kill him," Xu Zimei replied with a smile.

"I don't believe you; you just said you wouldn't kill Zhang He," Shao Xingyu immediately stepped back a few paces and shouted.

"The cream of the youthful generation of True Martial Holy Sect, an Emperor-level talent, the grandson of the Great Elder, look at yourself now; do you deserve it?" Xu Zimei said with a light chuckle, shaking his head, "Don't worry, the one who leads the team to Purple Sun City this time is your grandfather. If I killed you, I wouldn't gain any advantage either."

Hearing Xu Zimei's words, Zhong Xin thought for a moment before finally stepping aside.

Watching Xu Zimei approach him, Shao Xingyu mustered his courage and asked, "What do you want to do? The recent incident has nothing to do with me."

Xu Zimei placed Zhang He's head on the table, then grabbed Shao Xingyu by the hair and forced his head down to a level parallel with the tabletop.

At that moment, Shao Xingyu saw Zhang He's face right in front of him, still wearing a sycophantic leer.

"Remember this smile, remember this face, because next time it might be you on this table," Xu Zimei said indifferently.

After that, Xu Zimei let go of Shao Xingyu.

Looking at Shao Xingyu's disheveled appearance, Zhong Xin frowned but didn't say anything further.

He thought Shao Xingyu was too cowardly; even if Xu Zimei was an idiot, he wouldn't dare to brazenly kill him just like that.

One must realize that the main person in charge who came to Purple Sun City this time was the Great Elder, and if the Great Elder went berserk, Xu Zimei would not have a good outcome either.

He was a powerful practitioner of the Esteem Vein Realm, not Shao Xingyu's bodyguard, and if it weren't for respecting his master's wishes, he wouldn't even want to bother with Shao Xingyu.

Such Emperor Pulse Realm talent was thus wasted.

...…

After finishing his meal, Xu Zimei rented a room and returned to it.

He reflected on the scenes from the Painting Palace in his past life; although much time had passed, some memories were still vivid.

If he remembered correctly, in his past life, the World Pearl should have been obtained by Chu Yang.

As for this time, he didn't know whether Chu Yang would dare to come, since the entire Extreme West Region was now hunting for him.

Moreover, with Three Great Elders of the Esteem Vein Realm from the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect stationed here, if Chu Yang dared show up, he would certainly be directly apprehended by the Great Elder.

...…

Outside Purple Sun City at that moment, a sallow-faced young man stood at the city gate, looking up at the ancient, towering city walls.

"Ink Elder, we have finally arrived," the young man exhaled deeply.

This young man was none other than Chu Yang; ever since he learned the Face-changing Technique from Ink Elder, he had adopted a new face.

As long as he avoided places where powerful practitioners often appeared, he didn't need to worry about being exposed, after all, there were not so many practitioners of the Emperor Pulse Realm in the world.

"Yang, there are many masters in Purple Sun City, so be as careful as you can," Reincarnation Elder advised.

Rushing here upon hearing the news about the emergence of the Painting Palace, Reincarnation Elder believed that Chu Yang was a person with a profound destiny, and that this legacy should rightfully include a part for him.

Chu Yang entered the city, and indeed, Purple Sun City, being the capital of an empire, had a bustle unmatched by other cities.

He moved cautiously, encountering many of his peers along the way, all of whom had a much higher cultivation level than him.

His cultivation had just made a breakthrough to the True Vein Realm during these days, but Chu Yang did not allow himself a shred of pride in his heart.

He knew that, whether in terms of resources or talent, he was much weaker than many of his peers.

The accomplishments he had today were all hard-won, bit by bit, yet this still wasn't enough to bridge the gap between him and the offspring of the great powers.

...…

After making a round in the city, Chu Yang had also gathered some intelligence regarding the Painting Palace.

In order to avoid being discovered, Chu Yang didn't dare to linger outside for too long, and after searching several inns, he finally rented a room.

Back in his room, Chu Yang began to cultivate.

Inside his body, a pale golden bead slowly rotated.

This was the Yin Pearl of the Forgotten Dust Pearl.

At that time, when Chu Yang saw the autobiography of the Forgetful Taoist in the cave, the character for "forget" on the book turned into a beam of golden light and rushed into his body.

At that moment, Chu Yang thought it was just a Vein Skills inheritance that taught him "Eternal Resentment."

But over time, with each cultivation session, this golden light gradually coalesced, and now it had become a bead.

Chu Yang was now very worried; he feared he would end up like the Forgetful Taoist's life, forgotten by the world.