I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Master is so strong, it is impossible for him to die, fine, then you can die

Impossible. Master is incredibly powerful. There’s no way he could have fallen there. It must be a lie, impossible.

I refuse to believe it. I’m going to find my Master.

In the Immortal Lun Sect, Yaoyao’s face was pale, her eyes red and swollen, her hands clenched tightly around her sleeves, shivering from the cold. She couldn’t accept the possibility that these rumors were true.

Her master, who was incomparably mighty, was now suspected of falling into the Netherland Heavenly Pond? It was unfathomable.

Beside her, Granny Yinhua wore a bitter and helpless expression, unable to comprehend the news either. The immortal had left a deep impression on her, emanating an aura of confidence and power in every gesture. How could such an entity succumb there?

But the cracking of the jade pendant left behind by the immortal confirmed the authenticity of the news, adding to their distress.

“Yaoyao, perhaps Mr. Immortal hasn’t truly fallen. It’s only speculation. No one actually witnessed it happen…”

Granny Yinhua attempted to console Yaoyao, urging her not to despair. But Yaoyao found little solace in her words. Despite the lack of direct evidence, she couldn’t shake the feeling of impending loss.

But in the eyes of the public, that earth-shattering, terrifying spectacle was undeniable. Her words seemed like a desperate grasp at hope.

Yaoyao’s face remained pale, her body trembling almost uncontrollably.

“Whooooo…”

Tears streamed down her cheeks like beads on a broken necklace, unstoppable.

“Master… he’s too powerful to die… He promised he wouldn’t leave me…”

She whispered through her sobs, memories flooding her mind. She recalled the days spent with her master—how he saved her and Granny Yinhua from the black wind bandits, accepted her as his disciple, and taught her the ways of cultivation.

He guided her through ancient cities, across sacred mountains, and into forbidden territories. He was gentle, providing warmth and tranquility, revealing the beauty of the world to her.

The majestic mountains and rivers, the dazzling lights, the gentle breeze, and the serene snow—how could he leave her behind? Was she just disposable to him?

In that moment, Yaoyao felt her vision darken. She refused to accept the harsh reality unfolding before her.

“Why would Master go to the Netherland Heavenly Pond knowing its dangers?” Yaoyao pondered aloud, her voice tinged with frustration. “Jiang Yang must have planned this from the start. He told Master about it, and Master still chose to go.”

She paused, her eyes narrowing with determination.

There must be some kind of coercion… I won’t let Jiang Yang get away with this!

After composing herself, wiping away her tears, Yaoyao seemed to have matured in an instant. She resolved to journey to the Netherland Heavenly Pond to find her Master, even if it meant confirming his death. She refused to believe that he could have fallen so easily.

Granny Yinhua was taken aback by Yaoyao’s decision, but seeing her determination, she knew there was no changing her mind.

“If Master knew about this, he wouldn’t want you to risk it,” Granny Yinhua sighed, shaking her head. But she also recognized the determination in Yaoyao’s eyes.

“Your grandma supports you. Mr. Immortal has been kind to us. We can’t ignore him after all he’s done for us.”

Her smile, tinged with relief, betrayed her pride in Yaoyao’s newfound maturity.

Unnoticed by Granny Yinhua, a faint pattern of peach petals appeared between Yaoyao’s brows, glowing briefly before vanishing. There was an ethereal quality to Yaoyao now, as if she could take flight at any moment.

During this period, the events at the Netherland Heavenly Pond spread throughout the Heavenly Domain like wildfire, stirring shock, horror, and disbelief among countless forces and cultivators.

The news of the mysterious immortal from the upper realm, known for his mountain-shattering power, venturing into the Netherland Heavenly Realm and being suspected of falling there, sent ripples of fear across the domain. The sight of blood staining the sky outside the pond, accompanied by a terrifying phantom, drove countless hearts to palpitate with terror. Witnessing the monstrous battle that ensued, where the immortal’s figure was torn asunder and vanished, left many in disbelief.

The news of this miraculous yet horrifying event quickly spread, drawing numerous forces and cultivators to the scene. However, the atmosphere there grew even more ominous, with the sky seemingly drenched in blood. If even an immortal could bleed in that place, what hope did others have? Many cultivators and creatures chose to retreat and hastily evacuated the area, unwilling to risk their lives. Even the allure of a sacred artifact was not worth such peril.

The incident rendered the Netherland Heavenly Domain thousands of times more terrifying than any forbidden area. Within a 10,000-mile radius, no creature or cultivator dared to approach, fearing the deadly consequences that awaited them.

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“What a foolish and arrogant fellow, thinking he’s invincible just because he descended to the lower realm? Didn’t I finish him off in the Netherland Heavenly Domain in the end…” Jiang Yang mused, his voice carrying a tone of smugness and superiority.

Amidst the towering ancient trees and vast mountains, Jiang Yang strolled along the remote town road, his demeanor indifferent as he listened to the news swirling around him.

He exuded an air of confidence, as if he held the strings of fate in his hands. To him, this outcome was simply the natural course of events.

In Jiang Yang’s eyes, Gu Changge’s downfall was inevitable. Gu Changge’s arrogance, stemming from his upper world origin, and his disdain for the denizens of the lower world, were all part of his undoing.

Jiang Yang had meticulously orchestrated the events, knowing precisely how to manipulate Gu Changge’s pride and curiosity. He was well aware of Gu Changge’s character, and his certainty only grew stronger when news of a divine artifact’s emergence in the Netherland Heavenly Domain spread.

Even if Gu Changge suspected a trap, Jiang Yang was confident that his ego and desire for power would override any caution.

As someone hailing from the upper realm, Gu Changge possessed the foresight to recognize the value of the artifact in the Netherland Heavenly Pond. Therefore, it was even less likely for him to relinquish the opportunity, despite the potential dangers ahead. Even if he suspected a trap, his desire for the precious object would override any caution.

Furthermore, Gu Changge was unaware of his own connection to the Netherland Heavenly Pond, and many of the traps within were orchestrated by Jiang Yang himself. With this knowledge, it was clear that any creature, except for Jiang Yang, who dared to venture into the Netherland Heavenly Pond would face certain demise. Gu Changge was no exception.

“That immortal from the upper realm was actually slain by Jiang Yang…” murmured Zhao Yi, who trailed behind Jiang Yang, posing as a maid wielding a sword. Upon hearing these words, her eyes widened in shock, her heart stirred by a tempest of emotions.

She hadn’t anticipated that Jiang Yang’s mere words and commands would lead to the demise of the enigmatic and formidable immortal in the Netherland Heavenly Pond. This display of terrifying and unpredictable power sent shivers down her spine, deepening her reverence for Jiang Yang.

Indeed, Jiang Yang was an enigma beyond measure!

The haunting memory of the upper realm’s immortal’s formidable power lingered vividly in Zhao Yi’s mind, only to abruptly plummet into the depths of the Netherland Heavenly Pond. Reflecting on this, Zhao Yi couldn’t help but sigh. While Jiang Yang’s cultivation might not have matched that of the immortal, his methods far surpassed mere cultivation in their terrifying efficacy.

“A mere immortal from the upper realm, what right does he have?” Jiang Yang remarked, noticing Zhao Yi’s expression, his tone betraying a hint of amusement. In his mind, Gu Changge had already been relegated to the past, considered as good as deceased.

To Jiang Yang, Gu Changge’s demise seemed imminent, if it hadn’t already occurred. His methods were no match for ordinary adversaries, and according to the latest reports, even if he survived, his end was nigh. Jiang Yang’s past grievances with Gu Changge, particularly regarding his formidable cultivation, still lingered, motivating his desire for retribution.

“It’s regrettable I didn’t deliver the blow myself…” Jiang Yang murmured, shaking his head before swiftly dismissing the thought. Throughout his many lifetimes, encounters with adversaries akin to Gu Changge often ended similarly — either by his own hand or by his strategic interventions, proving no obstacle to him.

With his nemesis seemingly neutralized, Jiang Yang’s path forward appeared clearer. “This generation’s descendant of the Human Ancestor Hall is cautious,” he observed. “Even their designated meeting place lies far from the Immortal Lun Sect. Are they afraid of the so-called immortal?”

And so, three days later, Jiang Yang, accompanied by Zhao Yi, traversed numerous mountains until they reached their destination.

The valley sprawled expansively, flanked by majestic mountains adorned with towering ancient trees and entwining vines. Nestled within this landscape lay a pristine blue lake, its hue reminiscent of emerald.

Upon arrival, Jiang Yang couldn’t shake a creeping sense of danger lurking in the shadows. His keen instincts, honed by his existence, detected the ominous aura lurking in the darkness. Though inwardly wary, Jiang Yang brushed off his unease. He had embarked on countless ventures and faced myriad challenges, instilling him with confidence that he could navigate any unexpected developments.

“I’m here. Show yourselves,” Jiang Yang declared, his voice carrying an air of authority, as he directed his gaze towards the mountain range ahead. Sensing the subtle fluctuations emanating from that direction, he surmised that his host awaited him there.

In response to Jiang Yang’s call, figures swiftly materialized from all directions. Adorned in resplendent golden armor, they exuded formidable auras and palpable menace.

“An outsider from the upper realm.”

“How is that possible…”

Zhao Yi’s complexion shifted as he registered the distinct aura emanating from these figures. He hadn’t anticipated Jiang Yang’s arrival to coincide with beings from the upper realm. The revelation left Zhao Yi pondering Jiang Yang’s enigmatic identity.

Even as the group of golden-armored warriors from the upper realm stood before him, Jiang Yang remained eerily composed, a demeanor that further unsettled Zhao Yi. It hinted at a depth to Jiang Yang’s origins that surpassed her wildest speculations.

“And where is the master you speak of?” Jiang Yang’s tone betrayed no hint of surprise or concern. He addressed the group before him with casual indifference.

“Invite her to come out. It’s been quite the journey, and yet she seems to approach with caution.”

Speaking in the language of the upper realm, Jiang Yang’s words bypassed the language barrier, ensuring Zhao Yi could comprehend his meaning.

“The master awaits you at Huxin Pavilion. Please proceed there,” the leader of the golden-armored warriors responded, scrutinizing Jiang Yang as if searching for something.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yang’s brow furrowed imperceptibly. He had made the effort to come here, extending a measure of courtesy, yet his host seemed hesitant to meet him face-to-face. The realization irked him, though he maintained a facade of detached indifference. He couldn’t afford to reveal any emotion, particularly given his suspicion that today’s encounter might prove more complex than anticipated.

Perhaps the descendant of the Human Ancestor Hall possessed a streak of defiance, unwilling to yield to him so readily. Jiang Yang entertained this notion as he contemplated the unease that had briefly gripped him. Indeed, the situation appeared less straightforward than initially presumed.

Yet, Jiang Yang harbored no qualms about delivering a lesson to the descendant of the Human Ancestor Hall, teaching her the importance of respect toward elders and ancestry.

“I hope she doesn’t come to rue her disrespectful behavior today,” Jiang Yang remarked casually as he trailed behind Zhao Yi and the group of golden-armored warriors, making his way toward the Huxin Pavilion.

Unfazed by the curious glances exchanged by the warriors, Jiang Yang remained unperturbed. He was keen to unravel the mystery behind the descendant’s summons to this remote locale rather than a conventional visit to the Immortal Lun Sect. Her covert actions hinted at a defiance that Jiang Yang was determined to address.

Upon reaching the Huxin Pavilion, Jiang Yang beheld the figure awaiting him. Though veiled, her ethereal countenance betrayed her celestial origins. Her demeanor exuded an air of aloofness and detachment, with an aura that transcended mortal affairs.

Observing him with a peculiar expression, it was Yue Mingkong who had orchestrated this elaborate trap, intending to ensnare her prey.

Unforeseen by her, Jiang Yang had indeed responded to the summons, leaving the Immortal Lun Sect and arriving at the appointed location. Though she harbored doubts and confusion, Yue Mingkong remained resolute in her resolve to eliminate Jiang Yang, setting a trap far more intricate than the one devised for Ye Ling.

“This is the current descendant of the Human Ancestor Hall? No wonder they resorted to such tactics,” Jiang Yang mused as he regarded the figure in the Huxin Pavilion, his surprise evident.

Having honed his perception, Jiang Yang could discern the temperament of the striking woman before him. It was clear she harbored a defiance against submission, but Jiang Yang remained unperturbed. He had encountered numerous women with such rebellious spirits before, knowing well how to bring them to heel.

“I am Jiang Yang,” he affirmed coolly, acknowledging his identity.

“I assume you are the descendant of the Human Ancestor Hall of this lifetime?”

As he declared his identity, Jiang Yang’s demeanor betrayed neither doubt nor concern, his confidence unwavering.

“Very well, then prepare to meet your end!” Yue Mingkong responded with a frown, offering no further dialogue.

With a swift motion, she waved her sleeves, her expression bearing an extreme indifference.

Boom!

A formidable aura surged from all directions, enveloping the sky and blotting out the sun with its immense presence. Golden armored warriors descended upon them from every corner of the mountain range, launching a sudden and ferocious assault.