I Truly Am The Villian

The long night was silent, and a chill breeze blew over the mountaintop.

It gently brushed the hillsides, and the large trees on both sides swayed with the wind, as the silver moonlight softly cast down.

The young man, with a sword hanging at his waist, held a flask of cloudy wine and sat on the hillside, facing the chill wind, sipping the cloudy wine bit by bit.

Under the spicy alcohol, the young man's heart warmed up a little.

Chu Yang looked down at the wanted poster in his hand, and he was still utterly confused.

"What do I have to do with the Saintess of the Immortal Spirit Sect? Why are all the major cities in the Extreme West Region issuing a warrant for my arrest now?"

"You might have been framed," the Reincarnation Elder remarked with a sigh.

Having been through many trials and tribulations in his life, he could often see things clearly at a glance.

"I can go explain to them," Chu Yang said solemnly.

"It's no use, they will kill you as soon as you show up," the Reincarnation Elder said, "Life is as cheap as grass to them, they'd rather kill mistakenly than let anyone slip through.

Most of the time, these so-called big sects are much more ruthless and domineering than ordinary people."

"But I can't keep hiding like this forever," Chu Yang replied helplessly.

"That's not a problem, I can teach you the face-changing technique," the Reincarnation Elder said with a smile, "My face-changing technique is quite sophisticated, unless it's an Emperor Pulse Realm powerhouse whose True Fate has emerged.

Otherwise, ordinary martial artists won't be able to detect it."

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The Inner Gate competition at the Holy Spring Sect had come to a perfect conclusion, and Elder Tianzhen was preparing to take everyone back to the True Martial Holy Sect on the Holy Vessel.

Xu Zimei found Elder Tianzhen and said with a smile, "Elder Seven, I won't be returning."

"What's the matter?" Elder Tianzhen asked, puzzled.

"I want to go out and experience the world. There's nothing pressing back at the sect at the moment," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

"Alright, take care of yourself," Elder Tianzhen said, giving Xu Zimei a deep look before leaving with the group.

The match with Mo Lei gave Elder Tianzhen a new understanding of Xu Zimei.

Of course, everyone has their secrets, but Elder Tianzhen felt that Xu Zimei was definitely not as simple as he appeared.

This time, Xu Zimei was venturing out alone, having declined Xiao Guizi's offer to accompany him.

Watching the Holy Vessel soar into the sky, turning into a tiny black dot before disappearing into the horizon,

Xu Zimei, carrying a Curved Blade, adjusted his attire and started walking toward Purple Sun City.

Purple Sun City, the capital of the Purple Sun Empire, had been established for thousands of years, witnessing countless battles, both large and small; this ancient city had borne too much glory.

In the past, its prosperity was unmatched by any other city.

Moreover, with the recent emergence of the Painting Palace, people from all around had flocked into this magnificent city; it was nearly bursting at the seams with crowds.

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After a three-day-long trek, Xu Zimei finally arrived at the gates of Purple Sun City, one of the oldest cities in the Extreme West Region.

The city was divided into the inner city and outer city, with the inner city being the location of the imperial palace and generally inaccessible to the common people.

On the main thoroughfare of the outer city, a variety of stalls were brimming with weapons, Vein Skills, and Spiritual Medicines.

Xu Zimei entered the city, where the inns were all full to capacity.

Aside from some Loose Cultivators, most of the street crowds were sect disciples.

These disciples wore the uniform attire of their sects and were easy to recognize. Xu Zimei simply walked down the main street of the outer city and spotted disciples from no fewer than ten different sects.

Passing through the bustling crowd, Xu Zimei stopped at a slightly secluded street.

In the middle of the street, a restaurant called Situ Restaurant was doing a roaring business.

Xu Zimei didn't expect Situ Yunqing to move so quickly; not much time had passed, and the restaurant had already opened in the capital of the Purple Sun Empire.

Of course, this was not only due to Situ Yunqing's personal capabilities but also related to the generous support of resources from Xu Zimei.

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Xu Zimei walked into the restaurant. The first floor was full, including all the private rooms.

However, he was in luck, as there was an empty table by the window on the second floor.

Xu Zimei poured himself a cup of wine and looked out at the thriving crowd outside the window.

He knew that many people here had come for the painting heritage of Hua Wuqing and the Painting Palace.

Hua Wuqing was someone who had once caused a major upheaval in the Extreme West Region.

It was said that he was born into a wealthy family and took a liking to painting at a young age.

His family's condition was good, so they could afford the expenses of his painting education.

By the age of fifteen, it was said that he was already a renowned master artist.

Many locals were infatuated with his paintings, and there were those who had waited at his doorstep for seven days straight, just to get one of his calligraphy or paintings.

Even though his family was affluent, they were all ordinary people, not martial artists.

Legend has it that once, when he was out on an autumn excursion, he happened across a wolf hairbrush on the road.

This brush seemed to have a fateful connection with him, as if drawn by the brush, and following his inner intuition, he decided to try by dripping his own blood onto it.

In an instant, the brush shone with a golden light, and a cultivation technique was transmitted into his memory from the brush.

After receiving this memory, Hua Wuqing discovered it was a cultivation technique.

This technique, when cultivated to advanced levels, was said to be able to bring items from paintings to life in reality.

In theory, this technique had boundless potential; even if you painted an emperor on paper, it could bring that emperor to life.

However, to achieve this, the price to pay would likely be even more arduous than becoming an emperor oneself.

Hua Wuqing and the Dustless Emperor were contemporaries, and back then, he was a formidable rival to the Dustless Emperor in the contest for destiny.

After being defeated in the ultimate battle and losing to the Dustless Emperor, he completely disappeared.

Hua Wuqing reappeared more than a decade later when the World Pearl, ranking first on the list of extraordinary items of the world, emerged and caused bloodshed across the Eastern Continent.

Back then, including the True Martial Holy Sect, six Imperial Rule Immortal Sects vied for the World Pearl.

That day, Hua Wuqing descended from the heavens, overpowered eight Saint Vein Realm fighters with his own strength, took the World Pearl, and left with ease.

Since then, Hua Wuqing's whereabouts became a mystery, and even the Painting Palace he had founded disappeared overnight.

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As the waiter brought up the dishes, Xu Zimei's thoughts were pulled back.

As he ate, he considered his plans.

His purpose in coming to the Painting Palace this time was for the World Pearl.

He had already reached the pinnacle of the True Vein Realm, and his next step was to condense his True Fate and advance to the Empty Vein Realm.

In fact, had it not been for condensing his True Fate, he would have already advanced to the Empty Vein Realm.