I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 193

Chapter 193: The villain’s cannon fodder didn’t run away. I wonder how many chapters he can live through

Wang Zijin believed her feelings were justified. Smooth sailing was simply par for the course in her life, as she had never faced any significant setbacks. From birth, her remarkable talent had propelled her to the pinnacle of cultivation in this world’s sacred realm.

Moreover, her familiarity with various online text routines from her past life enabled her to make a strategic decision: she sacrificed her current cultivation to enhance her future potential. History would prove her decision correct.

Now, every step she took seemed to rest on a foundation of unparalleled solidity. Wang Zijin even harbored the conviction that she would inevitably ascend to become a true immortal. While Jiang Chuchu, another heir of the Ancestral Hall, boasted of being the reincarnation of an ancient immortal, Wang Zijin remained confident in her superiority. Her confidence stemmed from her formidable strength and her ace in the hole.

With this assurance, she planned to depart from the Human Ancestral Hall. Her exceptional talent surpassed that of ordinary geniuses by such a wide margin that she hardly needed to exert herself in practice. The notion of a “Young Supreme” held little significance for her; it was a triviality she chose to disregard.

The vast and mysterious world she yearned for in her previous life, brimming with strangeness and bloodshed, was now unfurling. Despite being a woman, she couldn’t suppress the surge of excitement she felt.

She had confined herself to familial and Ancestral Hall cultivation for over two decades, never venturing beyond those boundaries. Now presented with the opportunity to explore this boundless and fantastical world, she resolved not to squander it.

Wang Zijin recalled her sentiments from her previous life: the world was vast, and she yearned to explore its wonders. This world proved to be infinitely more exhilarating than her previous one. Here, genius vied for treasures, rivers flowed into the sea, captivating women abounded, and diversity flourished.

“In the eyes of other transmigrators, there might be ruthless princes and domineering devils, but to me, they’re nothing but brainless suitors,” she mused in the carriage, her delicate chin resting on her flawless hand.

All these geniuses seem like emotionally deficient individuals to me.

She reflected that the world she traversed was far from the realm of women’s novels familiar to her from her past life. Thankfully, she had also delved into male-centric literature, making navigating through various scenarios easy. Furthermore, compared to the intricate intrigues of women’s novels, this power-driven world appeared more straightforward. Power dictated everything, rendering any conspiracies and schemes futile against absolute power.

“Miss, you mentioned finding a husband this time. Is that genuine?” Xiu’er queried, her expression perplexed. She regarded her young lady as exceptional, akin to the brightest moon in the heavens. Is there a suitable match for her in this world?

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Wang Zijin retorted, “Xiu’er, why are you so naive? Of course, that’s merely an excuse! I will become an unparalleled immortal in the future. I could conquer three thousand emperors with one hand and sway fourteen states with both. How could the notion of a suitable husband confine me?”

Despite her assertion, Wang Zijin was aware that she stood apart from other women, be it in talent, background, or the perspective gleaned from her previous life. She harbored no fear of dying alone.

Reflecting on the female protagonist novels she had devoured in her previous life, Wang Zijin couldn’t help but appreciate the allure of traversing worlds and assembling a male harem. However, she found the idea nauseating when faced with the prospect herself. Her standards were too lofty. The mere thought of ending up with someone unworthy sent shivers down her spine.

“I have ambitions to rival emperors and states!” Wang Zijin declared confidently, brushing off Xiu Er’s remark about her lofty aspirations.

“But I know how you’d handle it, miss,” Xiu Er responded, nodding thoughtfully. Despite Wang Zijin’s frequent jests about finding a suitable husband, Xiu Er sensed it was merely that—a jest.

However, I might consider finding a good match for Jiang Chuchu.

Wang Zijin mused. She described Jiang Chuchu as cold-faced, perpetually wearing an air of entitlement and arrogance.

Someone like her needs a man to set her straight, lest she continue believing the world revolves around her. Except for those ancestors, men are just.

Wang Zijin shook her head, dismissing the thought.

Though Jiang Chuchu was her only confidante over the years, Wang Zijin found her too virtuous, too much of a “Virgin” in her eyes. In contrast, she viewed herself as pragmatic, unwilling to associate with those embodying such characteristics.

“I think Sage Chuchu means well, but her demeanor is too aloof. She’s always striving for justice…”

Xiu’er voiced her concerns, troubled by the dichotomy between Jiang Chuchu’s character and Wang Zijin’s perception of her.

“Yeah, finding a suitable husband for her would be for the best,” Wang Zijin concurred with a nod.

“We wouldn’t want her to remain trapped in the Human Ancestral Hall’s turmoil any longer than necessary.”

Wang Zijin had never interacted with men, but in theory, she was unmatched. She could engage in all highfalutin discourse, yet her convictions often shifted quickly.

“Oh, Miss, what if the elders of the Ancestral Hall become upset about your clandestine departure? Won’t that cause trouble?” Xiu’er fretted, her brows furrowed in concern.

“If they’re upset, that’s their problem. Why should I concern myself with their whims?” Wang Zijin retorted, her expression souring.

It’s their responsibility to seek out the Human Ancestor’s reincarnation. I refuse to be a mere pawn in their game.

Initially unaware of the Ancestral Hall’s ulterior motives, Wang Zijin had grown disillusioned with their agenda. The idea of grooming a harem for the plain-masked ancestor disgusted her to the core.

As they neared the Inner Domain Boundless Heaven, Xiu’er pointed out the sight ahead.

“Look, Miss, the Inner Domain Boundless Heaven is just ahead. They say Young Master Wushuang is there. Why not visit him? You might meet some exceptional young heroes.”

“Perhaps,” Wang Zijin replied, considering the suggestion.

“It could be an opportunity to encounter remarkable individuals.”

As they journeyed through the star fields and approached the teleportation array, Xiu’er excitedly gazed out at the sprawling world beyond. “We might meet many remarkable individuals,” she remarked, her eyes shining with anticipation.

During this period, despite their distance from the events, Wang Zijin and Xiu’er managed to keep abreast of news from the outside world. Despite the vastness of the Upper Realm, news traveled swiftly across its divisions—the Heavenly Domain, the Inner Domain, the Middle Domain, and the Outer Domain. Major events reverberated throughout, spreading rapidly and causing quite a stir.

The recent occurrences at the Heavenly Dao Immortal Palace had particularly captured attention. The emergence of a demonic art inheritor and the appearance of the gate of immortality on the ancient continent had sent shockwaves across the Upper Realm. Even those residing in the Heavenly Domain, like Wang Zijin and Xiu’er, were privy to these developments.

Unparalleled? My ‘dear’ brother?

Wang Zijin murmured, slightly taken aback by the news. She had never met her brother before; he was practically a stranger. However, she had gleaned information about Wang Wushuang through family communications. Since she was passing through the area, visiting him seemed appropriate. After all, he was family.

“Alright, let’s go see what’s happening,” she decided, nodding in agreement.

“The Heavenly Dao Immortal Palace boasts the most ancient Dao lineage. This gathering of peerless geniuses is a sight to behold. You might even meet a charming young lady,” Xiu’er remarked excitedly, eager to witness the spectacle of the young supremes.

“Didn’t you mention that the Heavenly Dao Immortal Palace’s descendant is hailed as the strongest among the younger generation? I wonder what the rumors say,” Wang Zijin mused aloud, her thoughts lingering on this topic. She had a particular interest in the matter beyond mere curiosity.

“The strongest person in the younger generation? That’s because your young lady hasn’t made her debut yet. Otherwise, how could those guys claim such lofty titles?”

Wang Zijin remarked with a dismissive smile, seemingly unconcerned by the rumors. Born with the confidence of a goddess, she exuded an air of assuredness.

Though she was currently in the process of re-cultivating, Wang Zijin had already reached the early stages of the quasi-sacred realm. This feat would undoubtedly shock and unsettle countless individuals if news of her rapid progress were to spread.

As Xiu Er expressed her admiration for Gu Changge, Wang Zijin remained indifferent, even cynical. “What do you know, Xiu’er?” she scoffed.

“Talent of a true immortal? Did his father proclaim this, declaring, ‘My son Changge possesses the talent of a true immortal’?”

“Let me tell you, geniuses with such lofty reputations tend to meet untimely ends, often serving as mere cannon fodder who barely survive a few chapters,” Wang Zijin continued, her tone laced with disdain.

“And Gu Changge? Just hearing that name tells you he’s not the protagonist. In the typical male protagonist novels, if the name doesn’t have a ‘Fan’ or ‘Hao,’ it’s hardly fitting to call them the lead.”

Xiu’er was left dumbfounded by Wang Zijin’s remarks, struggling to comprehend the implications. Despite her confusion, she grasped the essence of what her mistress was implying: Gu Changge, despite his formidable reputation, was nothing more than a minor character in Wang Zijin’s eyes.

“You don’t understand. These are all clichés. Perhaps there’s a guy named Fan right now who’s about to put Gu Changge in his place,” Wang Zijin concluded with a shake of her head, her tone tinged with exasperation.

In her previous life, Wang Zijin often scoffed at authors who named protagonists with such uninspired names, viewing them as mere filler characters. However, Xiu’er remained an ardent admirer of Gu Changge, defending him passionately.

“Miss, you can’t speak of Young Master Changge like that,” Xiu’er protested vehemently.

“He risked his essence to confront the inheritor of demonic arts, nearly losing his life on the ancient continent. He even rescued a junior sister who had clashed with him. Rumor has it that he’s as noble as jade, possessing unparalleled refinement…”

“Enough, Xiu’er. Are you planning to become his maid?”

Wang Zijin interjected, exasperated by Xiu’er’s fervor. She found her servant’s fawning admiration for Gu Changge somewhat perplexing. While others were captivated by the rumored young taboo, Wang Zijin found herself more intrigued by the enigmatic inheritor of demonic arts.

Violent tremors jolted the carriage as it breached a double-space barrier. Terrifying fluctuations resembling falling meteors emanated from the surroundings, but an older man accompanying them effortlessly dispersed the disturbance with practiced ease.

“Miss, we’re nearing the Boundless Heaven. Shall we head straight there or stop at the Heavenly Dao Ancient City?” the old man asked calmly.

“Grandpa Snake, let’s make a detour to the Heavenly Dao Ancient City,” Wang Zijin replied with a smile.

Boom!

In an instant, the carriage broke through space, whisking them thousands of miles away to the location of the Heavenly Dao Immortal Palace. The area was abuzz with activity, more vibrant than ever in recent days.

Many Dao heritages and great sects had dispatched their disciples and powerhouses to the area, especially after learning of Gu Changge’s audacious plan to coerce the Ancient Immortal Dragon Clan into submission on the Ancient Immortal Continent. His boldness left many in awe; attacking the entire Ancient Immortal Dragon Clan as a member of the younger generation was an act that sent shivers down the spines of older-generation powerhouses.

Wang Zijin, Xiu’er, and the older man arrived at the Heavenly Dao Ancient City. Despite their presence, Wang Zijin opted to maintain a low profile, disguising herself as a man clad in a blue gown with a slender figure and fair complexion. She deliberately roughened her voice, though it retained a hint of softness.

“Miss…” Xiu’er began to speak.

Boom!

Wang Zijin swiftly silenced her with a glare and a tap on the forehead. “I told you to address me as Young Master when we’re outside.”

“Ouch, it hurts! I understand, Young Master…” Xiu’er winced, rubbing her forehead.

As Wang Zijin listened to the recent news in the Heavenly Dao Ancient City, she couldn’t help but feel perplexed by the unfolding events. Initially, she intended to reunite with her “cheap” brother, but now she sensed an unexpected twist. The trajectory of Gu Changge’s villainous antics seemed off. She pondered how long he could survive, given the circumstances.

Lost in thought, Wang Zijin, along with her two servants, followed the cultivators to the Ancient Immortal Continent to observe the developments.

In the Ancient Immortal Continent, numerous formations stretched into the sky above Dragon Island, emitting vibrant hues. The atmosphere was tense, charged with an air of solemnity. While usually a sacred place, the island now brimmed with a palpable sense of danger.

Boom!

One ancient warship after another dotted the sky, resembling ancient demonic mountains, awe-inspiring and formidable. Their monstrous aura and formidable fighting spirit filled the air.

“Young master of the Gu family, you cannot force my dragon clan to surrender. Throughout history, we dragons have roamed the world fearlessly, unyielding even against immortals! You are but a mere brat, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly?”

A middle-aged man with a sturdy build and a face neither enraged nor haughty materialized in the sky above Dragon Island. He sported the golden dragon crown of the dragon race atop his head, alongside the distinctive dragon horns. His aura resonated with the sacred realm—it was none other than the current patriarch of the dragon clan.

“Patriarch of the dragon clan, you’ve misjudged. This Gu is merely a junior—how could he dare to persecute you?”

Gu Changge, standing below with hands clasped, addressed the multitude of dragon powerhouses with a faint smile. “The Dragon Clan issued the True Dragon Order, and the Feather Clan attempted to attack and kill me. Yet now, the Feather Clan has surrendered. How do you propose we resolve this enmity?”

“Bastard! If you wish to fight, then let the younger generation fight. Yet, at this juncture, you still intend to posture as righteous and frame my blameless family. Such crimes demand retribution!”

Furious dragons roared, their eyes ablaze with anger and hatred. Never before had they suffered such humiliation, having been oppressed by Gu Changge despite raising their entire clan.

“No, you misunderstand. This junior seeks not justice but merely justice for himself.” Gu Changge shook his head with a smile.

“Since the dragons prefer death over submission, do not blame my subordinates for their ruthlessness.”

With an indifferent expression, Gu Changge’s silhouette suddenly cast a looming black sun behind him. Its fluctuation suggested the cycles of reincarnation as if within its fiery depths, thousands of black clouds and laws churned. This was a replica of the Reincarnated Heaven Lord’s enlightenment tool—the ancient wheel of reincarnation—that Gu Changge had acquired upon slaying Ye Ling.

Though merely an imitation, its power surpassed that of ordinary divine artifacts, symbolizing Gu Changge’s formidable might.

Boom!

Amidst the resounding clamor of countless runes, a sweeping golden light surged forth. For Gu Changge, this was the opportune moment to reveal himself as the descendant of the Reincarnated Heaven Lord. Furthermore, in the Ancient Immortal Period, the Reincarnated Heaven Lord held significant sway—an identity that could spare Gu Changge considerable trouble.

Ah, so this is.

Onlookers murmured as they beheld the spectacle.

“The ancient wheel of reincarnation, though not the genuine enlightenment tool… It imitates the Reincarnated Heaven Lord’s enlightenment tool from the past!”

“This revelation is astounding! Who would have thought Gu Changge possessed such a lineage?” exclaimed many cultivators and creatures nearby, their eyes widening in disbelief. It was an unexpected twist that caught them entirely off guard.

It would have remained unimaginable had Gu Changge not disclosed this information personally. The revelation that he was the successor of the Reincarnated Heaven Lord from the Ancient Immortal Period astonished spectators.

“How could Gu Changge possibly possess this artifact?” pondered the Ancient Immortal clans watching the scene, their thoughts swirling tumultuously. The ancient wheel of reincarnation stirred up a fierce uproar, as it held deep significance for their ancestors, who had once crossed paths with the Reincarnated Heaven Lord and received his favors and blessings.

With Gu Changge possessing this artifact, it seemed inevitable that he was indeed the successor of the Ancient Heavenly Lord of Reincarnation. If Gu Changge could not wield the Reincarnated Heaven Lord’s reincarnation method, activating this imitation of the Enlightenment Artifact would have been impossible.

Gu Changge’s connection to the Reincarnated Heaven Lord was undeniable in this scenario. Despite the formidable resistance of the Ancient Immortal Dragon Clan, it seemed futile against the forces aligned with Gu Changge, especially considering he stood alongside the Great Elder.

At this juncture, many high-ranking officials of the Ancient Immortal clans began contemplating their options. Given the turbulent circumstances, following Gu Changge might not be out of the realm of possibility.

“Damn! This guy even has this identity…” some muttered, realizing the gravity of the situation.

This isn’t good! Let’s retreat!

On the dragon islands, the expressions of many dragon clan members shifted drastically, their faces paling in response to the dire situation. With little hope remaining, they were but shadows of their former glory.

“Junior, my dragon clan will endure for eternity. We would sooner perish than yield to you!” echoed a persistent voice from the depths of Dragon Island.

Boom!

From the depths of Dragon Island, a booming voice echoed, accompanied by several auras awakening in the quasi-supreme realm, emanating immense power. These figures were not your average quasi-supremes; they were likely supreme figures, reaching the seventh or eighth level of the quasi-supreme realm.

“Great Elder…” Gu Changge smiled, addressing the Great Elder beside him.

The Great Elder’s expression was complex as he glanced at Gu Changge, sighing helplessly.

With a resounding hum, he extended his palm, channeling formidable power from the heavens and earth. In an instant, the quasi-supreme realm entities unleashed their powerful techniques.

As countless dragons chanted and prayed, the air was saturated with quasi-supreme laws, and divine lights illuminated the sky. Ancestral artifacts surged with divine power, filling the sky with their might.

Yet, despite their efforts, one of the quasi-supreme beings coughed up blood and was swiftly defeated. The power gap was too vast for him to resist the Great Elder’s might.

“Attack!!” echoed the cry from the dragon clans as they faced onslaught from all sides.

From another direction, three formidable auras descended from the sky, heralding the arrival of a vast army. The black eagle, ancient snake, and crocodile clans swarmed in, their intentions clear—they were not here to aid the dragons.

“The dragon race is finished today…” murmured onlookers from afar, their hearts heavy with the impending doom.

“Look, that’s young master Changge! His demeanor sets him apart from the rest!” Xiu’er exclaimed, gripping Wang Zijin’s hand with excitement, akin to a devoted fan meeting her idol.