I Truly Am The Villian

"Blackrock Elder, what's the situation with the Painting Palace?" the Great Elder asked.

"I've already investigated it. The Painting Palace has restrictions, only those below fifty years of age can enter," Blackrock Elder replied.

"That's fine, we can just let the disciples go in," the Great Elder said with a smile.

Many predecessors left inheritances, either for their own descendants or to find someone deserving of such a legacy.

As such, most inheritances come with restrictions; the predecessors certainly wouldn't want older generations stealing their legacy.

This is why many sects bring some disciples when they come; they have long anticipated this possibility.

"Is there any way to break these restrictions?" Elder Xing from the Divine Sun Holy Sect pondered for a moment before asking.

"What kind of existence is Hua Wuqing? How could we possibly break the restrictions he set up?" Blackrock Elder shook his head and said, "Unless we use the Great Emperor's True Artifacts, there might be a chance, but from my observations, if we forcibly break the restrictions, the Painting Palace would self-destruct."

"In that case, let the disciples go. Tomorrow morning, we'll open the Painting Palace and all enter together," the Great Elder considered for a moment, then said.

The Elders of the other two sects also nodded in agreement.

The Great Elder turned and looked at the dense crowd of loose cultivators waiting below for the inheritance, and spoke loudly, "According to the consensus of our Three Sect, we will enter the Painting Palace together tomorrow morning.

The disciples from the Three Sect will enter first, followed by the others. Mind the order, and anyone who causes chaos will be responsible for the consequences."

The Great Elder's voice was loud, nearly spreading throughout Purple Sun City.

Hearing that the Painting Palace would be opened, everyone rubbed their hands together in anticipation, eager to try their luck.

For the one fortunate enough to obtain Hua Wuqing's inheritance, it would indeed be an enormous opportunity, a chance to leap through the dragon's gate.

Since the time was set for tomorrow morning, many of the people gathered here gradually dispersed, returning to their rented lodgings.

Xu Zimei was preparing to find a hostel to rest for the night when, just after walking a few steps, he heard someone calling his name.

He looked up slightly, only to see Meng Kuo standing by the window on the second floor of the nearby restaurant, shouting at him.

Meng Kuo was Xu Qingshan's eldest disciple, and used to often play with Zimo when he was younger.

But later on, both became busy with cultivation, and it had been quite some time since they last met.

For someone like Meng Kuo, who had reached the peak of the Esteem Vein Realm and was about to advance to the Emperor Pulse Realm, staying in the True Martial Holy Sect wasn't of much significance anymore.

They spent most of their time outside the sect, undergoing trials and tempering themselves.

Zimo had not intended to join up with the True Martial Holy Sect. He thought it would be fine to go in by himself.

After all, he had been to the Painting Palace in his past life and knew much about what was inside.

However, now that he had been seen by Meng Kuo, it would not be proper to keep hiding.

He slowly walked up to the second floor of the restaurant. Meng Kuo looked at Zimo and laughed, "Junior brother, what brings you here?"

"I'm also out for some experience. I just heard the news of the Painting Palace's emergence and came over to join the excitement," Zimo said with a smile.

Meng Kuo was around one meter ninety tall, looking very stout, and his entire body was covered in pronounced muscles, giving off an impressive sense of strength.

He wore a black robe, enveloping his large frame.

The hair on his head was somewhat explosive in style, naturally curly, and stood out messily in all directions.

"Meng elder brother, when did you get back?" Zimo asked while walking up the stairs.

He looked around and soon realized that the second floor must have been a gathering place for disciples from many sects.

Here, there were not only disciples from the True Martial Holy Sect, but also those from the Purgatory Holy Sect, the Divine Sun Holy Sect, and several other ordinary sects.

"I also just returned a few days ago, and my master had me follow the Great Elder to this Painting Palace to take a look," Meng Kuo said with a smile, "Who knows, it might also be an opportunity for me to break through to the Emperor Pulse Realm."

Xu Zimei smiled and nodded; he knew that Meng Kuo had been stuck in the Esteem Vein Realm for a long time.

The cultivation of a martial artist became increasingly difficult with progression, and the resistance to opening the Vein Gates also grew exponentially.

"Since you're here, then come with me tomorrow. It just so happens I can protect you as well," Meng Kuo said with a smile.

Xu Zimei nodded, with no objection. He knew that once everyone entered the Painting Palace, they would all be separated.

No one knew which area they would be assigned to.

Xu Zimei was chatting with Meng Kuo when he saw a man and a woman walking over.

The woman was Sha Qinghua, the Saintess of the Purgatory Holy Sect, and the man was dressed in a black robe with a black cloth covering his face, revealing only a pair of gloomy eyes.

"Is there a problem?" Meng Kuo frowned at the two of them and asked.

"Brother, he's the one who wounded me earlier," Sha Qinghua pointed at Xu Zimei and said to the man in black.

The man in black looked at Xu Zimei, his eyes were like a still well or a pool of stagnant water.

It was as if he was looking at a dead man, very gloomy.

"Heavenly Demon Heir, what do you want to do?" Meng Kuo slapped the table angrily and asked.

This man was the current Saint Heir of the Purgatory Holy Sect. His real name was rarely known; most people called him Heavenly Demon Heir.

The Heavenly Demon Heir glanced at Meng Kuo indifferently, then turned his gaze to Xu Zimei, with an extremely oppressive tone, he said lightly, "No one can hurt my sister. This time, I'll let you go. If there's a next time, even if you are the Crown Prince of the True Martial Holy Sect, I will tear you to pieces."

"Are you trying to start a war with our Holy Sect?" Meng Kuo said, his face flushing with discomfort.

However, the Heavenly Demon Heir ignored Meng Kuo from beginning to end, his gaze fixed on Xu Zimei.

"It's okay, Elder Brother Meng," Xu Zimei said to Meng Kuo with a smile and a shake of his head.

Then, looking at the Heavenly Demon Heir, he said lightly, "You should keep your sister in check and not let her provoke me."

Xu Zimei extended his right hand while talking; his right palm clenched into a fist, and due to the tight grip, it made a "thump, thump, thump" sound.

"Otherwise, next time, I will smash her head, ruthlessly, mercilessly, just like a watermelon, into smithereens, and then feed it to the dogs."

Xu Zimei said this while smiling wickedly at the Heavenly Demon Heir. His laughter was light, but his eyes held an unfathomable madness.

The Heavenly Demon Heir paused in expression; he saw a reflection of himself in Xu Zimei.

In some ways, they were similar, both like extreme lunatics who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

The Heavenly Demon Heir gave Xu Zimei a long look, then turned around and left.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Sha Qinghua followed him, perplexed.

"Don't provoke him in the future," the Heavenly Demon Heir said as he returned to his seat.

"Why?" Sha Qinghua asked, not understanding.

"He will kill you."