I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 207

Chapter 207: It’s the feeling of heartbeat but I can’t flirt, it’s time for the hero to save the beauty

Beneath the enchanting glow of the moon, the Ancient Immortal Gu family served as a haven for guests attending the grand birthday banquet. Within the resplendent palace, Wang Ziji sat cross-legged, clad in the delicate attire of a woman.

The flowing white garments enveloped her like billowing clouds, her hair cascading loosely around her shoulders. Her flawless countenance exuded a serene calmness, akin to polished white jade, radiating an otherworldly allure.

The faint hum of energy permeated the air as she absorbed ethereal essences in accordance with esoteric laws and rhythms. Behind her, a spectral immortal gate loomed, seemingly bridging realms to a vast and mysterious world beyond.

Towering immortal trees, fragrant divine herbs, and harmonious melodies of celestial beasts adorned the surroundings, embodying her innate connection to the Immortal Sect, a phantom that manifested since her birth.

This gift bestowed her with unparalleled cultivation prowess, enabling her to harness immortal energies that surged through the gate, facilitating rapid progress beyond her peers. Coupled with her legendary immortal physique, inherently flawless, whispers among the Ancient Immortal Wang family hinted at her possible ties to the long-lost immortal realm, although such speculations remained unverified.

Wang Ziji, however, remained nonchalant towards such conjectures, her demeanor marked by a hint of arrogance, yet she considered herself nothing more than an ordinary, unassuming transmigrant. In the tranquility of the moment, she diligently honed her aura, adhering to her longstanding practice since the inception of her cultivation journey. Despite her brash nature, she remained unwavering in her pursuit of excellence on the path to enlightenment.

Being a transmigrant, Wang Ziji harbored a deep-seated desire to ascend as a formidable powerhouse, believing it would be a squandered opportunity to not reach the pinnacle of strength. She had always looked down upon the indigenous talents, finding none worthy of her attention, whether in terms of personality, cultivation prowess, or background.

In her previous life, she had been confined to a hospital bed, isolated from the world beyond a partition, and she had hoped for a different fate upon transmigration. Yet, societal hierarchies, innate abilities, and other factors had conspired to elevate her standards, leaving her feeling as though she had entered a familiar fantasy world where she stood as the prodigious scion of the Ancient Immortal Wang Family, superior in both cultivation and lineage.

Despite her lofty status, Wang Ziji felt a pervasive sense of solitude, anticipating a solitary journey to the apex of power, devoid of companionship. This mindset colored her demeanor, manifesting as an air of indifference despite her seemingly casual disposition.

It wasn’t until she encountered Gu Changge that Wang Ziji sensed a shift in her perceptions. In him, she detected a familiarity that had long eluded her, evident in their conversations and differing viewpoints. However, her feelings didn’t immediately gravitate towards love at first sight, knowing well the allure of appearance in the fantastical realm.

Throughout the years, she had encountered countless young heroes and admirers during her training in the Human Ancestor Hall, yet her emotions remained stagnant, weighed down by the burden of solitude.

Yet, despite her best efforts to maintain a detached demeanor, Wang Ziji couldn’t shake the inexplicable attraction she felt towards Gu Changge. Witnessing him effortlessly command the respect of the entire Ancient Immortal Dragon Clan stirred something deep within her, an unfamiliar sensation akin to being struck by an arrow.

This unexpected infatuation led Wang Ziji to introspection, prompting her to confront her own indifference towards those of more conventional character. Gu Changge represented a novelty she had never encountered before, igniting a curiosity that only grew stronger with time. However, as she delved deeper into his enigmatic persona, she found herself increasingly unable to decipher his true intentions, as if shrouded in a veil of uncertainty.

Frustrated by her inability to discern Gu Changge’s cultivation level, Wang Ziji attributed it to her own inadequacies, acknowledging that her current level of cultivation fell short. Despite his apparent indifference towards her, she couldn’t help but admire his facade of warmth and politeness, concealing a chilling ruthlessness beneath his elegant exterior.

In contrast to her past suitors who openly expressed their admiration, Gu Changge remained aloof, yet adept at feigning affection. This paradoxical nature intrigued Wang Ziji, drawing her towards him like a moth to a flame. However, she recognized the futility of attempting to engage him romantically, understanding the complexities of their dynamic.

As she withdrew from her meditative state, Wang Ziji reflected on the unpredictable nature of her journey in this new world, acknowledging the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead. Despite the obstacles, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration, recognizing the allure of the unexpected twists and turns that awaited her.

“It seems my path in this world won’t be smooth sailing,” she mused, her eyes alight with determination. “But perhaps that’s what makes it all the more fascinating.”

For the first time, a fierce determination surged within Wang Ziji. Encountering someone who stirred her heart in this world ignited a fervent desire to pursue him, even if it meant contending with a potential marriage contract for Gu Changge.

However, her contemplation was abruptly interrupted by a foreboding sensation, an unpleasant aura permeating the air with palpable killing intent and a chilling coldness. Reacting swiftly, Wang Ziji rose from her bed, her countenance hardening as she scanned her surroundings.

“Who dares?” Her voice rang out, sharp and cold, her gaze piercing through the darkness as she braced herself for the impending threat. The overwhelming killing intent seemed to suffocate her, causing her to tense with apprehension. Even beings of godlike stature would quiver in the face of such palpable hostility.

Identifying the aura as that of the sacred realm, Wang Ziji’s frown deepened. Despite her own formidable prowess, the intensity of this presence surpassed that of an ordinary cultivator, prompting her to speculate whether it hailed from a quasi-sacred, sacred, or even a Great Sacred being.

Her heart sank at the realization that someone dared to launch an attack within the territory of the Ancient Immortal Gu family, seemingly without fear of detection. Could it be an adversary of the Ancient Immortal Wang Family targeting her? The hall was engulfed in a palpable pressure, causing even the sacred implements to tremble and the intricate formation patterns etched into the ground to glow ominously.

As tensions escalated, Wang Ziji’s mind raced with possibilities, her senses on high alert as she braced herself for the imminent confrontation with this unknown assailant.

Buzz!

A towering figure cloaked in dense black energy materialized within the hall, emanating an ominous presence akin to a devilish deity emerging from the depths of hell. Veiled in monstrous demonic aura, its eyes bore into Wang Ziji with an indifferent, heartless gaze, as though she were already a corpse.

“Who are you to dare attack within the domain of the Ancient Immortal Gu Family?” Wang Ziji demanded icily, her heart sinking at the realization that she faced an opponent of Great Sacred Realm caliber. With her current abilities, she stood no chance against such formidable strength.

Despite the numerous powerhouses gathered within the Ancient Immortal Gu Family’s palace for the birthday banquet, Wang Ziji couldn’t comprehend how this assailant possessed the audacity to strike against her. It seemed either sheer madness or a grave miscalculation on their part.

“I am here on the command of my master to claim your life,” the tall, ebony figure declared in a chilling voice that seemed to echo from the depths of the underworld, its words laced with a pervasive aura of death.

The pressure of the Great Sacred Realm bore down upon her, capable of shattering even the stars beyond the confines of the domain. Wang Ziji couldn’t help but be wary at the mention of a master, pondering the implications of a being of such stature serving another.

As she contemplated the circumstances, it dawned on Wang Ziji that this intruder likely infiltrated the premises under the guise of one of the many guests attending the banquet. With the cover of darkness to conceal their movements, they seized the opportune moment to strike.

Despite the odds stacked against her, Wang Ziji’s resolve remained unyielding, her expression steely as she braced herself for the imminent confrontation with this formidable adversary, knowing full well that her Quasi-Sacred Realm cultivation paled in comparison to their might.

However, despite the impending danger, Wang Ziji didn’t sense the typical urgency of facing a life-threatening crisis. With the likelihood of alerting nearby powerhouses and drawing reinforcements to her aid, she only needed to stall until their arrival.

But her confidence wavered abruptly as she witnessed an unexpected turn of events. A feeling of shock and disbelief swept over her as she beheld the unfolding scene.

“How is this possible?” she muttered in astonishment.

Buzz!

In the void, an intricate and mysterious rune burst forth, triggering a cascade of strange fluctuations that shrouded the entire hall in a thick mist, obscuring even the sky. It became evident that unless she could overcome the Great Sacred realm adversary through sheer strength or breach the spatial barrier with a divine weapon, the ensuing battle would remain concealed from the outside world.

Realizing the meticulous planning behind this ambush, Wang Ziji’s expression darkened, her brows furrowed in consternation. Swiftly, she retrieved a powerful secret treasure, steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation.

With her current abilities, confronting a Great Sacred realm opponent posed an insurmountable challenge. The looming threat hung over her like a nightmare, knowing she stood little chance against an adversary capable of crushing her effortlessly.

The figure shrouded in darkness emitted a cold smirk, unfazed by Wang Ziji’s resistance.

“The master anticipated your defiance. Resistance is futile,” it declared indifferently. “Prepare to meet your end. By obstructing the master’s will, you have sealed your fate. First, you, then Gu Changge.”

With a swift motion, the figure launched an attack, its hand extending forward to envelop Wang Ziji in a lethal assault fueled by the supreme power of cosmic laws. Despite the formidable strength behind the strike, it was carefully executed to minimize any outward disturbance that might betray their presence.

“Who is your master?” Wang Ziji demanded, her gaze sharpening as Gu Changge’s name echoed in her mind. “Do you even comprehend the repercussions of revealing my identity to those allied with me? You’ll find yourself in a dire predicament.”

Simultaneously, she summoned a string of exquisitely crafted multicolored bone beads, each emitting a radiant glow reminiscent of starlight. These beads coalesced into a mesmerizing star map, casting an aura of majesty that engulfed the surrounding void in a dazzling display.

Though she knew the Sacred realm secret treasure couldn’t withstand the might of a Great Sacred realm opponent indefinitely, it might buy her some time. However, a sense of urgency gnawed at her, realizing the meticulous planning behind this assassination attempt, including the use of a rare and potent heaven-deceiving rune to conceal their presence.

“You are unworthy of knowing my master’s name,” the dark figure retorted with a sneer. “Your fate is sealed by the master’s hand. There’s no need for concern.”

With a disdainful gesture, the figure effortlessly dismantled the star map, causing the bone beads to explode into fragments that dissipated into the void. Wang Ziji’s heart sank as her secret treasure was destroyed in a single strike.

“Could this be related to the inheritor of demonic arts?” Wang Ziji pondered, a shiver running down her spine as she made the connection. Her expression hardened further, the audacity of the assassin to infiltrate the Ancient Immortal Gu family and target her outright was unfathomable.

This brazen act of aggression sent a chill down her spine, prompting her to brace herself for the imminent battle against a foe with such reckless disregard for consequence.

Furthermore, it seemed highly probable that the assailant was already aware of Wang Ziji’s identity. Behind the inheritor of demonic arts likely lurked some sort of organization; it was unlikely to be the work of a lone individual.

“I’ll enjoy watching you struggle!” the towering black figure sneered, his massive hand looming ominously as the fog thickened around them, exuding a taunting air of cat-and-mouse.

It became apparent that the assailant had no intention of swiftly dispatching Wang Ziji, opting instead to prolong her suffering. With the vast disparity in strength between them, ending her life was as effortless as squashing an ant.

“Now’s my chance…” Wang Ziji thought, seizing a fleeting opportunity as she hastily retreated, summoning a multitude of divine weapons to fend off her attacker.

Despite her efforts, Wang Ziji soon realized her miscalculation. Even with her arsenal of divine weapons, she was utterly defenseless against the Great Sacred Realm’s overwhelming power. Struck with a devastating blow, she coughed up blood and was sent hurtling backward, her body racked with pain as bones snapped under the force of the impact.

“Is this the might of a Great Sacred Realm?” she wondered, her complexion ashen as blood stained her once pristine white dress. It was a stark contrast to her usual composed demeanor, facing mortality in such a visceral manner for the first time.

The grim realization dawned upon Wang Ziji that her end might be imminent, a fate she couldn’t accept so easily. Just as despair began to grip her, she remembered the golden page hidden in her sleeve.

However, the black figure’s indifference was unwavering, his aura crushing down upon her with a force capable of rending stars asunder, leaving little hope for escape.

…..

When the demonic puppet was dispatched to assassinate Wang Ziji, Gu Changge gracefully exited the hall, stepping into the high sky where the night breeze tousled his clothing. With arms folded behind his back and his ink-black hair billowing, he surveyed the landscape, his eyes suffused with a faint interplay of black and white divine light.

Within his gaze, the entire world seemed to blur, revealing the intricate tapestry of light and shadow, the ebb and flow of celestial energy, and the underlying order of the universe. Utilizing his reincarnation origin through pupil techniques, Gu Changge could perceive the subtlest movements within thousands of miles, from the whispers of cultivators in distant halls to the rhythm of their breath during meditation.

This heightened perception allowed him to discern the peculiar disturbances emanating from the palace where Wang Ziji resided. However, Gu Changge chose not to intervene immediately, recognizing that now was not the opportune moment to reveal himself and play the role of the hero.

With a wry smile, he acknowledged that if Wang Ziji were to fall to the puppet’s attack, it would merely serve as a slight disappointment, a testament to his overestimation of her capabilities. Nevertheless, Gu Changge had taken precautions by acquiring a rune from the system store, ensuring that the commotion would not go unnoticed by the Ancient Immortal Gu family’s formidable elders, thus safeguarding his plans from potential interference.

Observing the unfolding drama with a mixture of interest and detachment, Gu Changge instructed the puppet to prolong the confrontation, granting Wang Ziji a fleeting opportunity to delay her inevitable demise. With a sense of resignation, he acknowledged that he would miss witnessing the spectacle firsthand but remained unburdened by the prospect of Wang Ziji’s fate.

As the heir of the Human Ancestor Hall and the arrival of another heir loomed on the horizon, Gu Changge’s plans to supplant the Human Ancestor grew more certain. Satisfied that it was time to act, he propelled himself towards the unfolding turmoil, content to let others discover the anomaly before him.

Under the cloak of the concealing runes, the possibility of a quasi-supreme existence discovering the battle and intervening to save Wang Ziji was slim. Gu Changge, ever the meticulous planner, understood this well and remained patient, confident in Wang Ziji’s ability to handle the situation.

As he watched events unfold, Gu Changge couldn’t help but marvel at the speed with which someone sensed the disturbance. It seemed almost too fast, raising suspicions. However, he maintained his composure, trusting in his carefully crafted strategy and Wang Ziji’s innate strength as the daughter of qi luck.

When the moment arrived, Gu Changge’s demeanor shifted abruptly, his smile vanishing to be replaced by a cold, murderous glare. With a swift transformation, he became a streak of divine light hurtling towards the palace.

In a voice tinged with icy fury, Gu Changge’s proclamation echoed through the night sky, startling all who heard it.

“How dare you attack someone within the domain of the Ancient Immortal Gu Family! You are courting death!”

The resounding declaration drew the attention of many cultivators, who rushed to investigate the source of the commotion.

Meanwhile, Gu Changge’s arrival at the Wang Family’s resting area was marked by a powerful blast, his palm striking the palace below with ferocious intensity. A radiant explosion erupted, akin to a miniature sun detonating in the darkness.

Witnessing this display of power, the gathered cultivators were perplexed and alarmed, quickly gathering to observe the unfolding events.

“Was that Young Master Changge fighting someone?” they wondered aloud, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected disturbance.

With the direction of the Ancient Immortal Wang family pinpointed, a multitude of cultivators converged upon the scene, their Dao heritages buzzing with anticipation and confusion.

In the dead of night, confusion reigned as the onlookers struggled to comprehend the sudden upheaval.

“Isn’t that where the Wang family resides… Did Changge attack Wang Ziji?” someone pondered aloud, the uncertainty adding to the mounting tension.

Meanwhile, in another direction, Yue Mingkong appeared high in the sky, her eyes calm yet contemplative. Her initial instinct was that Gu Changge had targeted Wang Ziji; after all, such decisive action was characteristic of him.

Suddenly, a deafening rumble echoed through the air as the entire palace trembled under Wang Ziji’s relentless efforts, sending waves of obscured runes bursting forth into the sky in a spectacular display.

Despite her blood-stained body and pale complexion, Wang Ziji managed a weak yet radiant smile directed at the black figure before her.

“Sorry, looks like I’m not going down that easily,” she said, her defiance evident.

“Don’t celebrate too soon. Even if I can’t finish you off, someone else will,” the black silhouette retorted, its anger palpable as it unleashed its full might in an attempt to crush Wang Ziji.

But Wang Ziji proved more resilient than expected, leveraging her myriad resources to survive and even break through the concealed formation pattern.

The commotion did not go unnoticed, stirring the attention of nearby Wang Family powerhouses, including Gu Changge, who swiftly responded to the disturbance.

Meanwhile, on a nearby carriage, the old coachman, previously resting with his eyes closed, snapped them open as a golden light flickered in his dark, snake-like pupils.

“Who’s there?” he demanded, his rage evident upon sensing the powerful assailant targeting Wang Ziji. With lightning speed, he darted towards the palace, even faster than Gu Changge, driven by his proximity to the scene.

Boom!

The area erupted with vast ocean-like fluctuations.

“Miss!”

He swiftly rushed into the palace and found Wang Ziji covered in blood. He couldn’t help but feel furious as he engaged in battle with the black figure. A great sacred level confrontation instantly stunned everyone and unfolded outside the sky dome with an incomparable sound.

“What?!”

All the cultivators in the area were stunned, their faces frozen in horror.

Soon, some began to react and chills ran down their spines.

An incomprehensibly terrifying Great Sacred Realm cultivator had attempted to assassinate the mysterious woman from the Ancient Immortal Wang Family, and had managed to conceal it from everyone.

If not for this disturbance, it was likely that none of them would have even known about it.

“It’s terrifying, who could orchestrate such a thing! A Great Sacred Realm existence sent solely to kill a young woman…”

They were chilled to the bone, and what they found most unbelievable was that the mysterious woman from the Wang family had survived and had not been killed yet.

“What exactly is her identity!”

“It’s unfathomable, deserving of a Great Sacred Realm assassination… Even under the noses of the Ancient Immortal Gu Family…”