I Really Am A Villain
Ch. 122 - Lan Ke'er

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"You lied to me! Why did you lie to me?!" Xu Zimo roared, charging straight toward the girl.

"Do you know I always treated you as the most important person in my life? Why did even you lie to me?!" Xu Zimo blocked their path, shouting at the girl in anger.

"Kid, what do you think you're doing?" the golden-haired young man beside her frowned.

"It was all a lie, wasn’t it? I just don’t understand what I had that was worth lying to," Xu Zimo ignored the golden-haired man, glaring coldly at the girl.

"Crazy bastard, looking for death?" the golden-haired youth stepped in front of Xu Zimo, speaking down to him with disdain.

"Annoying," Xu Zimo said flatly.

He unsheathed Shadow Tyrant in one swift motion. With a single strike, thunder rumbled, deep purple lightning surged along the blade.

The golden-haired youth clearly hadn’t expected Xu Zimo to act so abruptly. Before he could even react, his head had already separated from his body.

Blood dripped steadily from the curved blade. Xu Zimo stood there, eyes still locked on the girl.

The death of the golden-haired youth didn’t stir the two old men beside her. Even the girl disguised as a refined young lord only furrowed her brow slightly, saying nothing.

"Did you mistake me for someone else?" the girl asked with a frown.

"Mistaken?" Xu Zimo chuckled bitterly. "Your name is Lan Ke’er. You said you lived in Purple Fragrance Village. You told me your three biggest dreams in life were: To watch a sunrise and sunset with the one you love. To visit your favorite lavender fields with them. And to travel the entire continent together, then settle down in a hidden paradise when you're old. All of that was a lie, wasn’t it?!"

As he spoke, Xu Zimo paused, suddenly laughing bitterly.

"Purple Fragrance Village, purple lavender… Even the village name was made up. That place doesn’t even exist, does it?"

"How do you know about the things I’ve always wanted to do...?" Lan Ke’er’s eyes widened slightly as she asked, "The rest is true, but I don’t live in Purple Fragrance Village. I’m from the Middle Continent."

"Middle Continent?" Xu Zimo was stunned, then realization hit. "The Lan Clan of the Middle Continent?"

"You still haven’t told me how you knew my wishes," Lan Ke’er nodded, puzzled.

Seeing her nod, Xu Zimo stood there like he'd been struck by lightning.

If she really was from the Lan Clan, then everything she’d told him before… must have come from the heart.

In other words, aside from hiding her background, she hadn’t lied about anything.

Xu Zimo, who had stormed over full of righteous fury, suddenly felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. His whole outburst… was painfully awkward.

"You still haven’t answered me," Lan Ke’er pressed, frowning.

"Sorry… I mistook you for someone else," Xu Zimo forced a smile. "You just look like a friend of mine."

Then he grabbed Ren Pingsheng nearby and quickly said, "See? I told you it wasn’t her. But no, you insisted. And now look what happened. Totally the wrong person."

Pulling along a completely bewildered Ren Pingsheng, Xu Zimo turned and hurried away.

"Hey!" Lan Ke’er called after him. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you, that guy you just killed? He was the grandson of a core elder of the Myriad Beasts Sect. You can still run while there’s time."

As Xu Zimo walked off, Daoist Sorrow frowned.

"Miss, should I go bring him back?"

"Let’s follow him for now," Lan Ke’er replied, still watching Xu Zimo with a strange expression.

It wasn’t too surprising that he knew her name, anyone could find that out with some digging.

But those three wishes, traveling the continent with someone she loved, retiring together in seclusion…

Those were her deepest dreams, things she had never told anyone.

And that was unsettling.

...

Xu Zimo and Ren Pingsheng found an inn and rented two rooms. Then they went downstairs to grab some food.

Ren Pingsheng asked curiously, "Young Master, do you know those people from earlier?"

"I know her. But she doesn’t know me," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.

The Lan Clan, a mysterious family.

Legend had it that every generation of the Lan Clan had a secret mission.

No one knew what that mission was, except maybe the Grand Emperors of each era. But even they chose to stay silent about it.

Unlike other great clans, the Lan Clan never forced its descendants to do anything.

Even the ancient mission passed down through the ages, one could refuse it, and the clan would never object.

They didn’t interfere in marriage either. Even if a member married a mountain peasant and chose a secluded life, it was allowed.

That’s why, once Xu Zimo learned that Lan Ke’er was from the Lan Clan, he was convinced, she had never lied to him.

...

Xu Zimo wasn’t planning to reconnect with Lan Ke’er just yet. Even if she had forgotten him, they could still get to know each other again.

But he knew, his top priority now was to cultivate and grow stronger, not get tangled up in romance.

Now that he knew she was from the Lan Clan, there would be another chance to meet.

Even though a part of him desperately wanted to stay by her side, he understood.

Now wasn’t the time.

...

Footsteps sounded at the door. Xu Zimo looked up, and saw Lan Ke’er walk in, followed by Daoist Sorrow and Daoist Joy.

The three of them sat at a nearby table. Lan Ke’er set down her folding fan and stared at Xu Zimo with interest, eyes unblinking.

If it were anyone else, Xu Zimo would have already drawn his sword.

But the girl…

He went quiet and started to stand, planning to head back upstairs.

But just as he stood, a group of people stormed into the inn.

They clearly bore beast-like features, disciples of the Myriad Beasts Sect.

"Who just killed my grandson Qi’er?!" an old man roared as he strode forward, scanning the room until his eyes locked onto Xu Zimo.

This elder released the aura of an Imperial Meridian Realm cultivator. His mouth was long and sharp, resembling a roc’s beak.

His head was almost bald, and his eyes were sharp and gloomy, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Xu Zimo glanced at him once, then kept eating without a word.

"What? You have the guts to kill, but not to admit it? Scared now?" the old man began walking step by step toward Xu Zimo.

"Hold him off. I’ll handle the rest. That okay?" Xu Zimo asked, setting down his chopsticks and turning to Ren Pingsheng.

"I’ve been wanting to test myself against an Imperial Meridian Realm cultivator anyway," Ren Pingsheng grinned.

After inheriting the legacy of Grand Emperor Tun Ri, he was confident.

Even if he couldn’t win, he was sure he could hold out long enough…