I Really Am A Villain
Ch. 306 - Return of The Core Disciples

“When will you help me get revenge?” Baili Xiao asked impatiently.

“Wait,” Lin Yuqing replied calmly.

“How much longer? With True Martial Sacred Ground’s resources helping him, he’s only going to get stronger,” Baili Xiao said anxiously.

“I never do anything I’m not confident in,” Lin Yuqing stood at the entrance of the cave and said flatly.

“I’ve already reclaimed my Soaring Immortal Physique. And now that Sacred Lord Xiao has returned to the True Martial Sacred Ground, I believe he’ll recognize my identity. Once I’ve fully merged this inheritance, my strength will greatly increase. By then, it will be the end for Xu Zimo.”

...

As night gradually fell, Xu Zimo slowly closed the book in his hands and walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.

The life of the Grand Empress truly was a great one.

Perhaps from the moment she began cultivating, her story was destined to be legendary.

Xu Zimo had also found the information he was looking for.

Back then, the Empress had gathered eight Myriad Dao Lotuses.

The white lotus was left in her inheritance.

The green lotus was placed in the sect’s Sword-Washing Pool.

The blue lotus was given to her top general, the Jade Purity Immortal.

And the red lotus had been traded away to the Blood Race at a great cost.

If the records were correct, the Ten-Thousand Dao Red Lotus should now be in the hands of the Blood Race.

The Blood Race wasn’t considered a large race.

But their long history, strictly in terms of depth, wasn’t much shorter than that of the human race.

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In the following days, Xu Zimo stayed on South Goose Mountain. Aside from resting, he focused on studying the mysteries of his True Fate World.

Until one day, an earth-shaking beast roar erupted within the True Fate World.

There were nine roars in total, each louder than the last.

At that moment, the blood of the nine ancient God Beasts within his True Fate World had finally begun to take shape.

As they started forming, Chaos was already guarding them closely.

Spiritforce surged madly across the sky, all pouring into the forming blood.

The beast roars grew increasingly fierce, as if tearing through the sky.

These nine God Beasts, newly formed, were like nine new species.

They had no memories of their past lives, and no God Meridian Realm strength.

They were merely nine newborn beasts with the potential to grow into God Beasts.

...

The God World was vast and boundless. By now, the hundred dragon cubs could already move independently.

Chaos carved out his own territory in one corner of the God World.

He led the hundred dragons and the nine newborn God Beasts to live there.

Unlike humans who built houses, beasts lived off the land.

Some dug caves in mountains, others slept sprawled out on tree branches.

These were the first indigenous creatures of the God World.

Chaos named their territory the Myriad Beast Realm.

This became the first power to form on the God World.

...

Meanwhile, Xu Zimo continued to enjoy peaceful and quiet days on South Goose Mountain.

But after a long period of calm, the True Martial Sacred Ground had begun to bustle with life again.

Each year, the lineage held a martial arts competition.

All disciples of the lineage could participate.

In any environment, competition brings pressure and motivation.

The martial arts competition ranked all participating disciples by performance, and those rankings determined resource allocation and personalized training.

According to sect rules, the top three on the ranking board would earn the right to challenge the Holy Son.

If the Holy Son lost three years in a row, the sect would choose a new Holy Son.

The competition didn’t just involve inner and outer court disciples, many personal disciples who had been out traveling also returned for it.

...

The sky was an endless stretch of blue.

The autumn wind howled below.

The sun hung high in the sky, its golden light spreading like a field of gold.

A wide blue sword streaked through the sky from afar, flying toward the sect.

As it neared the mountain gate, it slowly descended.

With the competition approaching, the whole sect was in a frenzy.

Disciples trained day and night, pushing themselves to the limit.

Seeing the arrival of the blue sword, some disciples furrowed their brows.

They found it familiar, but couldn’t immediately recall it.

“Isn’t that Senior Brother Xia Zihe?” one disciple asked uncertainly.

“Senior Brother Xia Zihe!” the other disciple suddenly realized, nodding quickly.

“He’s the Vice-Lord’s personal disciple. Back then, he roamed half of the Western Region with just his Wave-Chasing Sword. It’s been three years since he last returned from his journey.”

The senior disciples nearby all nodded.

As people were still discussing, another beam of light flew in from afar.

This time it was a man and a woman, each flying on a sword and a blade.

They wore traditional scholar-style robes.

The man’s was black, the woman’s white.

Same style, giving off a couple-like vibe.

Seeing them arrive, a disciple below exclaimed in surprise.

“Fairy Xingjian and Young Master Daoyang are back too!”

“Of course. They’re personal disciples of the Fifth Grand Elder. It didn’t matter if they skipped past years, but now that we have a Holy Son, it’s only natural they return to challenge him.”

“Look over there, even Xiang Qianheng the Overlord is back.”

As more disciples returned, the once-quiet sect turned lively again.

A giant roc flew overhead, its beastly aura sweeping across the sky.

It blocked out the sun as it soared past. On its back stood a man in golden robes.

“Xiang Qianheng is a personal disciple of Sacred Lord Xiao. It’s said that when he left the Sacred Ground years ago, he was already unmatched among the younger generation. Who knows what level he’s reached now.”

As the crowd praised in amazement, snowflakes suddenly began to fall from the sky.

A cold storm mixed with white snow drifted down, strangely limited only to the True Martial Sacred Ground.

Elsewhere, the sun was still shining brightly.

Amid the swirling snow, a woman in a flowing gown, woven from purple and white, walked gracefully forward.

Her long black hair stood out vividly in the snowy scene.

As she approached, she resembled a plum blossom in winter, proud and cold.

With each step, her dress fluttered, swaying in the wind.

It was like a heavenly melody echoing in the sky.

The heavens themselves began to freeze, and the sound of cracking ice echoed all around.

“That’s Heartless Fairy, Jiang Xi’er.”

Gasps of awe filled the crowd, especially from the Sacred Ground’s senior disciples.

Once their goddess, Jiang Xi’er’s fame within the True Martial Sacred Ground was unmatched.

As more and more disciples returned, the entire lineage became filled with celebration and excitement.