I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 268
Chapter 268: Jun Bufan’s lofty pride, Qing Xiao Yi, in front of the mountain gate of True Immortal Academy
The young demon man surveyed the oddities within the room, his disbelief rendering him momentarily unable to gather his senses.
Just moments ago, he had been in the courtyard of Xuanyang Palace, sharing wine with Xi Yao and deliberating over their impending wedding. They were renowned as the most exceptional young talents in the demon realm, surpassing even the heirs of the other four demon emperors. As childhood sweethearts with an intimate bond, outsiders perceived them as a match made in heaven, unparalleled in the world.
Yet, he couldn’t fathom why Xi Yao would poison his drink, her eyes turning cold and scornful before driving a sword through his heart. Had everything she had done before been a facade, merely a prelude to his demise? Why? The question echoed in his mind, unanswered.
“I perished, only to find myself alive once more, now bearing the name Jun Bufan,” he reflected. “However, my status has changed. No longer am I the son of a demon emperor, but rather the third son of a prominent family in the Nine Regions. Mediocre in talent, estranged from my father, and with siblings…”
“With the demon world now unified, the era of the six great demon emperors and their six-legged power struggle has faded into history. Six millennia have passed for me, shrouded in the mists of a dream. Yet, as I awaken from that slumber, I remain Jun Bufan. Xi Yao now reigns as queen of the demon realm, but I shall never forget this betrayal. One day, I will confront her and demand answers.”
“A reckoning for her treachery,” Jun Bufan whispered, his eyes shut as he sifted through his memories.
As the son of a demon emperor, he had possessed a resilience beyond that of ordinary beings, swiftly adapting to the new reality before him.
Now, he desired most to understand what transpired back then and why the other five demon emperors vanished without a trace. The vast demon realm had now dwindled to a state where Xi Yao held dominion. She had openly declared her ambition to be so extensive that she resorted to cruelly ending his life to secure her dominance over the demon world. To her, his demise equated to eliminating one of her foremost rivals.
But what unfolded after that? Xi Yao had merely been a young prodigy at the time. How could she have overcome the five formidable demon emperors? Their cultivation surpassed hers, making it inconceivable for her to have single-handedly disposed of them. Could this all be part of a plot orchestrated by the Youyue Demon Emperor?
“I wonder what my father is up to now. Given his cultivation, he shouldn’t be far from that realm… Could my rebirth have been orchestrated by him? The coincidence of sharing the same name and surname seems too improbable…” Jun Bufan murmured.
As memories of the past flickered in his eyes, Jun Bufan’s thoughts raced. Beside him, the young girl appeared visibly shaken. To her, the sudden shift in the young master’s demeanor hinted at something sinister.
Discussing Empress Xi Yao so brazenly was a grave offense in the demon world, punishable by severe consequences ranging from beheading to the destruction of one’s family. It was a reality not lost on Jun Bufan, who now noticed the trembling girl by his side.
His expression sobered, and he cautioned, “Qing’er, remember what you’ve heard today. Don’t breathe a word of it to anyone.”
“Young master, don’t frighten me. Speaking such words could lead to our execution and the confiscation of our home, despite the owner’s favor from Queen Xi Yao…”
The girl’s voice quivered with increasing fear.
“Remember, keep silent, or we’ll both meet our end,” Jun Bufan’s tone remained eerily composed.
Only then did he recall the memories imprinted in his mind. His current father held significant sway in one of the Nine Regions, earning Queen Xi Yao’s esteem for his relentless efforts to eradicate the remnants of the previous demon emperors. As the son of this influential figure, he bore the ironic title of the King of Chaos. Such a lofty status left Jun Bufan feeling sardonically detached.
“I understand, young master, you can trust me. I won’t utter a word…” The young maid nodded vigorously, her actions reminiscent of a bird pecking at seeds, too afraid to say anything more.
Jun Bufan found solace in her assurance. For him now, the focus lay on cultivating his abilities and perhaps uncovering any traces of his father’s whereabouts. If there were any remnants left behind, that would be a boon. Even without explicit guidance, he harbored no fear, confident that his status as the son of the demon emperor would propel him forward once more.
A day would come when he would confront Xi Yao, demanding answers and unveiling the truth of what occurred six millennia past, ensuring that all residents of the demon world would know the genuine nature of Queen Xi Yao they revered.
“What’s this…? Is this the legacy my father bestowed upon me? But why…” Jun Bufan’s expression froze abruptly as he sensed a golden radiance enveloping his consciousness.
His entire being seemed irresistibly drawn into it, unable to resist its pull. Within this ethereal space, he encountered a towering figure, a presence both boundless and imposing. It felt like a world in itself, teeming with creatures and resonating with the echoes of their reverence.
Regardless of their nature, all beings present couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of awe. The divine radiance cascaded like an inexhaustible waterfall, engulfing everything in its thunderous roar.
“Father…” Jun Bufan’s voice quivered as he attempted to discern the blurry figure before him. Though seated in a cross-legged position, the figure exuded an aura of majesty, veiled in the ineffable essence of the Great Dao, its form indistinct yet commanding.
Perched above, it surveyed the world’s ebb and flow with a timeless gaze. It was none other than his father, the Xuanyang Demon Emperor, one of the six formidable beings reigning over the demon world.
At that moment, it seemed as if the figure of Jun Bufan, seated cross-legged, had opened his eyes. His gaze exuded both majesty and tranquility.
“Child, you have arrived. What you see of me now is merely a semblance. I cannot linger for long, but you must understand that you are now tied to the fate of the entire demon world. This space, and all within it, I bequeath to aid in your swift maturation.”
“In the world beyond, I have orchestrated numerous resources for you. Seek them out, for when your power has burgeoned, you will come to seek me, though I may have vanished by then… Remember, you must safeguard your identity at all costs.”
Jun Bufan had been on the verge of inquiring about his father’s journey over the years, but the Xuanyang Demon Emperor’s words preempted his question. Was he genuinely entwined with the survival of the demon world? The revelation left Jun Bufan momentarily dumbfounded, unable to fully grasp its magnitude. What had initially seemed a quest for vengeance now unfolded into something far more profound, touching the very destiny of their realm.
“I understand, Father,” Jun Bufan murmured, his fists determined.
With those final words, the figure of the Xuanyang Demon Emperor faded from the space as if having fulfilled its purpose. Before him, a multitude of chaotic waterfalls unfurled, prompting Jun Bufan to draw a deep breath. Despite his dual life, he couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the abundance before him.
His father’s legacy manifested in a staggering array of riches: hills of immortal crystals, countless treasures and medicines, divine springs, elusive spiritual roots, and a myriad of rare elixirs. Within the palace lay an awe-inspiring divine formation pulsating with boundless spiritual energy. Everywhere, divine light danced, and the air shimmered with the essence of immortality, casting a colorful mist that enveloped the surroundings.
In a distant location, a spiritual expanse unfolded, adorned with a myriad of divine herbs and blessed with flowing divine springs of miraculous potency. The abundance far surpassed anything Jun Bufan had encountered in his previous life.
Jun Bufan beheld the Xuanyang Heavenly Sword left by his father, radiating a majestic aura of inviolability. “With these resources, why should seeking revenge against Xi Yao prove difficult?” Pride swelled within him.
Days slipped by in the blink of an eye. Meanwhile, Gu Changge, currently in Southern Heaven, remained unaware of the unfolding events in the demon world. Despite exploring several heavenly extinction battlefields, he found none housing the coveted origin of heavenly extinction, leaving him somewhat disheartened. It seemed the first opportunity had fallen to Wang Ziji, not him. Access to such treasures was restricted to those blessed by fortune, a truth that Gu Changge reluctantly accepted. Turning his attention to the True Immortal Academy, he resolved to address matters in Southern Heaven first.
As for Ying Shuang’s involvement with the enigmatic forbidden demonic organization, Gu Changge monitored the situation closely, finding solace in the effectiveness of his bait.
Half a month whisked by, and in Hong Domain, an ancient and imposing mountain gate stood, evoking a sense of primordial grandeur. Veils of chaotic energy cascaded from its surface while countless beams of light illuminated the surroundings with sanctity. Towering mountains loomed, appearing to cradle the world itself. Across the landscape, immortal spirits rose, shrouded in mystery and vastness. Waterfalls of immortality cascaded gracefully under skies adorned with floating sacred mountains and immortal islands.
“Is this the True Immortal Academy? With such an atmosphere, it truly lives up to its reputation as a forge of immortals.”
“In this lifetime, I vow to carve my name into the annals of history here and make it resound throughout the celestial realm.”
Among the gathering of young individuals, a sense of self-assurance and lofty ambition permeated the air. Convinced of their invincibility, they harbored aspirations of sweeping across the world.
“Yet, I’ve heard that this time, the ten primary candidates have already been selected. From a cultivation standpoint, they all exceed the quasi-sacred realm in strength.”
“In addition to the candidates, there are also quasi-candidates. Those following are classified into the inner and outer sects. Quasi-candidates boast cultivation levels akin to god-kings, while inner disciples reach the echelons of heavenly gods. Those below this tier are relegated to outer sect disciples. Such a stratification, unheard of in other factions, restricts the ascent of the younger generation to true godhood, confining them to the status of outer sect disciples…”
“But it’s not as though opportunities to become a candidate are absent. We can challenge the incumbents within the academy. Success grants us access to equivalent resources and treatment…”
“I’ve heard rumors about this. Among the ten candidates, apart from Young Master Changge and the descendants of the Human Ancestor Hall, there are ancient beings sealed since antiquity, including a six-crowned king of unparalleled might. It’s said that each time he reincarnates, he duels the era’s mightiest, yet remains undefeated. It’s simply astounding.”
“I’ve heard he plans to challenge Young Master Changge, claiming only he’s worthy of being his adversary in this life. Does he not even regard the other candidates?”
Amidst the crowd of young prodigies, discussions and marveling ensued before the mountain gate, each grappling with their sense of insignificance despite their illustrious backgrounds.
“Young geniuses redeeming points, proceed for age verification here. If you’re over 50 years old, it’s best to abstain to avoid embarrassment later.”
At the entrance of the True Immortal Academy, an older man clad in white, bearing a youthful countenance and an air of vitality, made this announcement.
“Is this the True Immortal Academy? With such an ambiance, it truly lives up to its reputation as a crucible for immortals.”
“In this lifetime, I’ll surely etch my name into the annals of history here and ensure it reverberates throughout the celestial realm.”
Among the gathering of young individuals, a sense of self-assuredness and lofty ambition permeated the air. Convinced of their invincibility, they harbored aspirations of conquering the world.
“Yet, I’ve heard that this time, the ten primary candidates have already been decided. From a cultivation perspective, they all exceed the quasi-sacred realm in strength.”
“In addition to the candidates, there are also quasi-candidate slots. Following that, there’s the ordinary division between inner and outer sects. The cultivation level of quasi-candidate disciples mirrors that of god-kings, while inner disciples attain the echelons of heavenly gods. Those below this tier can only be outer sect disciples. Such a stratification, unheard of elsewhere, restricts the ascent of the younger generation to true godhood, relegating them to outer sect status…”
“But it’s not as if I didn’t have the opportunity to become a candidate. Challenge the incumbents within the academy. Succeed, and we’ll receive the same resources and treatment as them…”
“I’ve also heard of this. Among the ten candidates, apart from Young Master Changge and the descendants of the Human Ancestor Hall, there are ancient beings sealed since antiquity, including a six-crowned king of unparalleled might. It’s said that each time he reincarnates, he duels the era’s mightiest, yet remains undefeated. It’s simply astounding.”
“I’ve heard he plans to challenge Young Master Changge, claiming only he’s worthy of being his adversary in this life. Does he not even regard the other candidates?”
At this moment, numerous young prodigies converged, unable to cease their discussions and marveling before the mountain gate, keenly aware of their insignificance.
Despite their extraordinary backgrounds, they couldn’t shake the apprehension the True Immortal Academy instilled.
“Young geniuses redeeming points, come here for age verification. If you’re over 50 years old, refrain to save yourself embarrassment.”
At the True Immortal Academy entrance stood an older man in white attire, exuding a childlike aura and spirit.
Though his cultivation base appeared unremarkable, no one dared to underestimate him. His gaze swept across the crowd of geniuses before him, his voice carrying far despite its modest volume.
Instantly, all present heard his call and hastened towards him. After all, even with formidable backgrounds, without merit, none dared to infiltrate the True Immortal Academy brazenly. Rumors abounded of countless ancient beings within its walls, hailing from all corners of the celestial realm. It was said that one might even encounter ancestors and other luminaries from their respective lineages.
For the younger generation, entrance into the True Immortal Academy represented an unparalleled opportunity. The same held for the older generation.
“You’re fifty-one years old! Are you blind, old man? Daring to stir up trouble, get him out of here…” Suddenly, the white-clad elder’s countenance darkened, his brows furrowing as he scolded the middle-aged man before him, sparing no courtesy.
The middle-aged man’s expression grew anxious. “I’m just one day over, at fifty years and one day. I have ample cultivation and points. Can’t there be an exception?”
The older man’s tone turned icy. “Don’t waste my time. Rules are rules, and you’re not exempt.”
“What kind of nonsense is this True Immortal Academy? It’s ridiculous…” The middle-aged man’s expression shifted abruptly. Before he could finish his tirade, his eyes widened in disbelief, panic seizing him.
With a wave of the white-clad elder’s sleeve, the middle-aged man exploded into a cloud of blood, body and spirit obliterated.
The once lively True Immortal Academy fell into a peaceful silence. Every onlooker swallowed nervously, feeling a chill run down their spines. Some cultivators, who had contemplated stirring up trouble, now reconsidered, their intentions replaced by a shiver of apprehension.
It was more than discourteous; it was utter disregard. The True Immortal Academy had no shortage of geniuses.
“Let’s continue. For those who wish to provoke the True Immortal Academy, this is the end of the line,” the white-clad elder declared, his voice retaining its calm demeanor.
His words left everyone stunned. They understood the strength and authority of the True Immortal Academy; here, one’s background held no sway. The academy’s dictates were law.
Subsequently, the elder brandished a crystal-clear ancient mirror, its divine light shimmering as it cast its brilliance upon the assembly. Those caught in its radiance found their bones, blood, spleen, and lungs rendered transparent, revealing their ages. This measure was implemented to deter any attempts at deception.
Meanwhile, at the rear of the gathering, a man and a woman engaged in quiet conversation. The girl, appearing to be thirteen or fourteen, possessed a lovely and demure countenance, with smooth hair and dressed in a simple yet tidy skirt. However, patches adorned her attire, contrasting starkly with the resplendence of nearby geniuses.
Beside her stood a slightly older boy, perhaps seventeen or eighteen, clad in even shabbier attire. Both seemed accustomed to the disdainful glances, unfazed by the scrutiny.
“Brother, the True Immortal Academy is formidable. If you’re unwilling to harm others, perhaps we should reconsider entering. I’m frightened…” the girl whispered, her voice tinged with fear after witnessing the earlier spectacle.
“No, this opportunity is precious. Xiao Yi, your talent is exceptional. Once you enter the academy, you’ll surely be recognized. Avenging Grandpa and securing a better life will be within our grasp,” the young man countered, his gaze unwavering.
His name was Qing Feng, and he was unrelated to the girl, Qing Xiao Yi. An elderly beggar had adopted both.
After traversing mountains and rivers spanning tens of thousands of miles, they finally arrived at the gates of the True Immortal Academy, eager to pay their respects.
Qing Xiao Yi’s exceptional talent, despite her lack of cultivation experience, rendered ordinary cultivators no match for her. Aware that the academy sought many talented young girls, Qing Feng brought her here with confidence, sure that she would be accepted.
“I understand, brother,” Qing Xiao Yi affirmed, though she struggled to quell the fear and anxiety gripping her heart.
Boom!
Suddenly, the sky reverberated with the resounding roar of dragons, echoing in all directions. Moments later, an immense blue dragon descended from the heavens.
Drawn by a nine-headed dragon, a white jade chariot thundered across the sky, its grandeur and power awe-inspiring. Behind it, a procession of formidable young supremes followed, riding warships mounted on fierce beasts, their presence overwhelming.
Their arrival left many aspiring young supremes in awe below the True Immortal Academy.
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I just love it when everyone goes “Hiss!” , it’s really funny to me for some reason 😂