I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 302
Chapter 302: The six crown king has seen through everything; current life is gloomy
In the courtyard, dark clouds rolled in, shrouding the surroundings in gloom and deepening the desolation of the environment. The pungent scent of blood permeated the air, prompting swift changes in the expressions of many cultivators who had caught wind of the disturbance.
Up in the high sky, divine lights streaked in one after another, hurtling at breakneck speed from every direction. Among them were the lord of the ancient Qinglong country and his entourage. Upon hearing the commotion, they hastened over in a state of panic, only to be met with a scene they had not anticipated.
“Quickly, quickly!”
“Something’s amiss—there’s been an enemy incursion!”
The face of the lord of the ancient Qinglong country paled at the sight before him, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him. He promptly summoned a physician.
Qing Feng and Qing Xiaoyi were siblings, lacking the backing of any major power. Nonetheless, their exceptional talent had garnered the attention of many elders at the True Immortal Academy. If harm befell them here, even his status as the country’s ruler wouldn’t suffice to sway the outcome.
All he could do now was hope to secure Qing Feng’s survival first. Any such incident would undoubtedly trigger the attention of the True Immortal Academy elders.
The aura they had sensed moments ago was indicative of a cultivator, at least of the sacred realm. Given the ancient Qinglong country’s capabilities, facing off against an assassin of such caliber seemed an insurmountable challenge.
However, what brought relief to the Qinglong King was the safety of Gu Xian’er. She remained unharmed, exuding an aura of calmness and aloofness, with an ethereal presence surrounding her as she stood unaffected.
His greatest concern had been for Gu Xian’er’s well-being, fearing who might be behind any harm that befell her. If even the slightest injury came to her, the wrath of the entire ancient Qinglong country would likely be unleashed, surpassing any attempts to appease their fury.
“Miss Xian’er, thank the heavens you’re unharmed,” the Qinglong King expressed with a relieved smile.
Gu Xian’er nodded, offering no verbal response. Her eyes shimmered with runic patterns and flashes of divine light as she scrutinized Qing Feng’s condition closely.
Despite Qing Feng’s collapsed form, drenched in blood and teetering on the brink of demise, there persisted a faint vitality within him, akin to a flickering candle in the autumn breeze, on the verge of extinguishing.
Yet, a hazy radiance enveloped his heart and soul, shielding them from harm. Were it not for Gu Xian’er’s keen perception, they might have mistaken him for dead.
“What’s that?”
Gu Xian’er expressed her bewilderment and surprise as her gaze fell upon a bottle-like object cradled in Qing Feng’s arms, emitting a faint glow. Its appearance was plain, bearing traces of rust.
Even amidst the bloodstains, the bottle retained an air of extraordinary presence.
“Could this mysterious bottle have preserved Qing Feng’s life?” Gu Xian’er pondered, her surprise warranted by the circumstances.
The enigmatic individual who had abducted Qing Xiaoyi possessed formidable power, at least on par with that of a sacred realm cultivator. Even her quasi-sacred level war spear, when unleashed, could contend with beings of sacred realm status. Yet, it had been effortlessly shattered by the mere gesture of the mysterious figure. Such overwhelming strength surpassed the bounds of the sacred realm.
Qing Feng, on the other hand, had only trodden the path of cultivation for a short time. His strength had not even reached the Great Power Realm. He would crumble under the merest hint of pressure from a sacred realm practitioner, let alone withstand a direct assault.
“While the aura emitted by the mysterious figure suggests sacred realm status, his power exceeds mere sacred realm capabilities…”
“He might very well be an ancient anomaly,” Gu Xian’er speculated.
Such extraordinary strength was beyond the realm of ordinary sacred realm cultivators. What puzzled her further was the deliberate avoidance by the assailant after their encounter. It hinted at a familiarity with someone, but who would seek to take Qing Xiaoyi away?
“Could it be linked to the lineage of the immortal body? Or perhaps tied to the heirs of demonic arts?”
Gu Xian’er mused. Rumors had circulated recently about heirs of demonic arts emerging from the ancient Xuanwu country.
“It appears Qing Xiaoyi may be in grave peril this time,” Gu Xian’er sighed, her heart burdened with uncertainty. She resolved to uncover more after rescuing Qing Feng.
Otherwise, locating Qing Xiaoyi would prove exceedingly difficult.
“But it’s only right to inform Gu Changge about this. He pledged before all the elders to ensure the safety of Qing Xiaoyi and her siblings.”
“Now, with one sibling gravely wounded and the other’s fate uncertain, could it be the handiwork of Gu Changge’s adversaries?”
Gu Xian’er speculated inwardly, though she hesitated to voice such suspicions without evidence.
Subsequently, a team of physicians from the ancient Qinglong country arrived, intent on attending to Qing Feng first. Qing Feng’s injuries were dire, clearly indicating an intent to kill on the part of his assailant. Yet, he had endured a blow from a sacred realm practitioner and clung to life, surprising the attending doctors.
“A mysterious force shielded his heart, and his soul was nearly shattered, yet that force also preserved him in the end…”
“It’s truly baffling,” the doctors marveled. Though seasoned in treating various injuries, this was the first time they had encountered something quite like this. If not for an extraordinary stroke of luck or a divine intervention, Qing Feng’s survival seemed improbable.
“That little bottle seems rather peculiar…” observed one with keen eyes, noting the quaint vessel nestled in Qing Feng’s arms. However, lacking the discernment of Gu Xian’er, they failed to grasp its significance.
Gu Xian’er paid it little mind. Despite her mischievous tendencies, she was not inclined to exploit the situation. Her primary concern lay with the safety of Qing Xiaoyi and Qing Feng. This ordeal in the ancient Qinglong country was akin to her taking the lead.
As a senior sister, her inability to protect both of them left a nagging discomfort in Gu Xian’er’s heart. Had it been Gu Changge, neither Qing Xiaoyi nor Qing Feng would have met with any misfortune, and the mysterious assailant might not have escaped unscathed.
“I’m still too weak…” she lamented, feeling frustrated.
Despite enduring numerous defeats in front of Gu Changge in the past, she hadn’t expected to be outmatched by a mysterious figure. Gu Xian’er began to question whether the masters in Peach Village had been deceptive in their assurances. They had claimed her strength would one day surpass all peers and be unmatched in the world—a notion she found difficult to believe herself.
Despite her reservations, she decided to reach out to Gu Changge, hoping he might offer a solution. However, before she could relay the events to him, the communication talisman illuminated with news from Gu Changge’s end. This unexpected response surprised Gu Xian’er; Gu Changge rarely displayed such concern over a single matter.
“Why are you so incompetent, unable to handle just two people?”
Gu Xian’er’s frustration mounted as Gu Changge’s first words felt like a rebuke.
Her irritation surged, almost prompting her to hurl the communication talisman. Shouldn’t his priority be her well-being at a time like this? Yet, to her dismay, Gu Changge proceeded to scold her.
“I’ll be there soon,” he assured her, his tone softening slightly.
Upon hearing his next sentence, Gu Xian’er relented slightly, offering a disgruntled snort.
I only just informed you. Who told you to rush over?
….
“If you can’t cut me some slack, why should I bother?”
With this retort, Gu Changge crushed the communication jade talisman in his hand, cutting off any further chatter from Gu Xian’er.
Glancing at the unconscious Qing Xiaoyi in his grasp, he watched as the void ahead blurred once more. Stepping into it, he vanished from the territory of the ancient Qinglong country.
From Gu Xian’er’s end, he knew that Qing Feng had survived. This outcome was expected; if Qing Feng were to die now, who would serve as a witness later?
From the outset, Gu Changge had deliberately held back, partly out of concern that Qing Feng might meet an untimely demise. Moreover, he was well aware of the heavenly palm bottle in Qing Feng’s possession. Coupled with Qing Feng’s divine weapon protecting him, it should have been sufficient to deflect any fatal blow and ensure his survival.
Embarking on this strategic move, Gu Changge had journeyed non-stop from the ancient Vermilion Bird country. Yet, with his current speed, it didn’t take long to reach his destination. Along the way, he seamlessly merged into the virtual space, traversing thousands of miles in an instant—faster than even the most efficient teleportation formation.
Now, his foremost concern was finding a suitable location to place Qing Xiaoyi.
If I have enough time, I can utilize the Dao fruit guidance technique to ascertain the origin of her immortal body first.
With a dense brilliance emanating from his palm, Gu Changge conjured a dazzling sapling adorned with various runes and emanating radiant hues.
Upon the sapling, fruits began to manifest—one of which was encased in the enigmatic purple aura of primordial energy. Gu Changge’s gaze lingered on the unconscious Qing Xiaoyi, a strange glint flickering in his eyes.
Without hesitation, a crystal-clear fruit detached from the sapling, transforming into a ball of light that descended toward Qing Xiaoyi’s forehead, merging with her in an instant.
….
And soon, three days elapsed. Initially, news of the events in the Qinglong Ancient Country remained localized, circulating only within a limited area. This was primarily due to the scarcity of geniuses in proximity to the ancient Qinglong country.
However, when Gu Xian’er activated the jade talisman and relayed the information to Gu Changge, the news quickly spread among the True Immortal Academy’s elite, sparking widespread commotion.
Gu Changge, who had been dealing with the Absolute Heavenly Extinction crisis in the distant ancient Vermilion Bird country, promptly returned and set out for the ancient Qinglong country with his entourage. Numerous young geniuses and ancient anomalies closely monitored his movements.
Word of his departure from the ancient Vermilion Bird country soon reached the ears of many, leading to inquiries and subsequent dissemination of the events that unfolded upon his arrival in the ancient Qinglong country. The news spread rapidly from person to person, reaching virtually all the geniuses of the ancient countries, who were left deeply shocked.
Qing Xiaoyi and Qing Feng held a unique status within the True Immortal Academy, lacking any notable background yet possessing remarkable talent. Their plight elicited mixed reactions among the young geniuses, with some even displaying a hint of schadenfreude. Rumors circulated about Qing Xiaoyi’s exceptional physique, fueling speculation that her abduction could be linked to the emerging inheritor of demonic arts.
In the opulent mansion, bathed in sunlight and permeated with an immortal ambiance, the Six-Crowned King, Jun Yao, sat cross-legged on a bluestone, his expression tinged with contemplation. A name crossed his mind, though it wasn’t that of the inheritor of demonic arts.
Indeed, on the day of Qing Xiaoyi’s incident, Jun Yao had just spotted Ying Shuang in the Xuanwu Emperor’s vicinity. Even with Yingshuang’s ability to traverse the virtual space with wings on his back, it was implausible for him to have whisked Qing Xiaoyi away in such a short time.
Hence, Jun Yao dismissed the rumor regarding an external inheritor of demonic arts. In his view, the true culprit behind the abduction was someone else entirely.
“It’s not the work of the inheritor of demonic arts,” Jun Yao concluded.
“However, it must be somehow connected to him. While Zi Yang pursued the inheritor, Ying Shuang remained firmly rooted in the Xuanwu Emperor’s domain. So, whom is he pursuing?”
Jun Yao found the situation intriguing. The revelation that the two were operating as a team shed light on Ying Shuang’s boldness and audacity. Zi Yang Heavenly King’s skill in evading capture with the golden cicada technique appeared remarkable.
Chuckling at the revelation, Jun Yao closed his eyes once more, uninterested in further involvement. Though he had discerned the truth, he saw no need to intervene.
Observing from afar, Jun Yao admitted to underestimating Ying Shuang’s capabilities. His collaboration with Zi Yang showcased his prowess in eluding even formidable opponents like Gu Changge.
“At this moment, everyone remains in the dark,” Jun Yao murmured.
He harbored a vague hope that Gu Changge might unravel the mystery. Failure to do so would disappoint Jun Yao, as he deemed such a formidable adversary far too weak.
In his eyes, this formidable foe was sorely lacking.
….
The inheritor of demonic arts?
Are you trying to pin this on me again?
No, the Six-Crowned King saw me with his own eyes that day, so he can vouch that I wasn’t the one who did it.
Meanwhile, Ying Shuang, who served as a backer, naturally received the news as well. Initially shocked, his expression soon darkened considerably. After all, according to the widespread speculation, the blame for this incident fell squarely on the inheritor of demonic arts, implicating him once more.
Gu Changge and I have no past grievances or enmity, so why does he keep framing me?”
Ying Shuang seethed with frustration and anger, clenching his fists tightly. Even if the Six Crowned King knew he wasn’t responsible, it didn’t alleviate the injustice he felt.
Despite his simmering emotions, there was nothing he could do about it, not even utter a single word in his defense.
“You’ve been tailing our lady lately. Is there a problem?”
A cold female voice suddenly pierced through Ying Shuang’s thoughts.
Startled, Ying Shuang turned to see a beautiful girl walking beside him.
“I…”
Ying Shuang faltered for a moment, realizing he was now standing at a street stall.
The girl, dressed as a maid, regarded him with suspicion and ill humor.
Ying Shuang hadn’t anticipated being noticed by Yin Mei despite his caution. Nearby, Yin Mei’s frown deepened as she observed him, her demeanor wary and skeptical.
“I’m not actually a villain,” Ying Shuang confessed with a genuine smile, rubbing his nose sheepishly.
“Then why have you been following our young lady?”
The maid’s gaze sharpened, a potent aura emanating from her as divine runes shimmered around her, hinting at her readiness to act.
“Don’t attack. I’m genuinely a good guy!”
Ying Shuang hastily assured Yin Mei, eager to avoid any tension between them over such trivial matters.
“Xiao Zhu, let him come over,” Yin Mei called out from nearby, her tone thoughtful.
I also believe he’s not a bad person.
“I feel like I recognize something familiar about him…” Yin Mei’s voice trailed off, carrying a hint of sigh and helplessness. Though spoken softly, Ying Shuang caught every word.
Stunned, Ying Shuang widened his eyes, shocked by Yin Mei’s implication. Could she see traces of his past life as a humble horse feeder in him?
The realization stirred excitement and admiration within Ying Shuang. Despite the passage of time, Miss Yin Mei hadn’t forgotten him, even when he was merely a lowly servant.
At that moment, Ying Shuang’s emotions churned, uncertain of Yin Mei’s feelings.
“What’s your name? Are you a genius from the True Immortal Academy?”
Yin Mei’s voice broke the silence, prompting Ying Shuang to snap back to reality. Momentarily taken aback, he shook his head mysteriously.
“No.”
He struggled to temper his excitement, recalling the last time Yin Mei had asked his name—when he was on the brink of death at the hands of street bullies.
“I’m no longer the insignificant servant I once was. I can stand tall in front of Miss Yin Mei,” Ying Shuang resolved inwardly.
I’ll prove to her who truly cares for her in this world.
Filled with tumultuous emotions, Ying Shuang finally found the courage to converse with Yin Mei on equal footing.
“Are you sure?” Yin Mei’s disappointment was palpable as she shook her head.
“If you’re not a genius from the True Immortal Academy, why would you be here?”
Ying Shuang was momentarily speechless.
“If you’re not a genius from the True Immortal Academy, why are you here?”
With no other recourse, Ying Shuang reluctantly replied, “Actually, I am a genius from the True Immortal Academy participating in the trial. I’ve known about Yin Mei Heavenly Maiden for a long time and have admired her, so…”
“Ah, so you were the one shadowing me?” Yin Mei interjected lightly. “For your honesty, I won’t hold it against you today, but I don’t want to see you again in the future.”
With that, she turned to leave.
Ying Shuang stood there, stunned, silently watching Yin Mei depart. His emotions roiled within him, far from calm.
Having known Yin Mei’s temperament when he was a mere horse-feeding boy, Ying Shuang understood that if she were truly angry, she wouldn’t have let him off so easily.
“So, she’s not actually upset about my actions. She finds me somewhat familiar. Perhaps, in Yin Mei’s eyes, the person I used to be held some significance…”
As this realization dawned on him, Ying Shuang found himself oddly accepting of being falsely accused as the inheritor of demonic arts.
His current life was a far cry from his humble past, shrouded in uncertainty and darkness.
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