I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 313

Chapter 313: Qin Wuya is excited about his past life and present life, do you really think I can’t bear it?

“This Zi Yang Heavenly King has been chasing me for so long, and it seems that he finally gave up.” At the peak of a mountain, the silhouette of a woman in white emerged. She exuded an immortal aura akin to an immortal fairy—radiant and pristine, almost dreamlike, with a faint smile gracing her flawless visage. However, her smile carried a hint of coldness. It was Su Qingge.

On that very day, she departed from the ancient Vermilion Bird country, elucidating to “elder brother” Chu Hao her reasons for returning to her family. Arriving in the ancient Xuanwu country, she effortlessly overcame several prodigies with unique physiques and harvested their essences through simple means.

Furthermore, Su Qingge harbored a distinct intention regarding Zi Yang Heavenly King; she had no intentions of letting him off easily. Yet, despite her resolve, her current cultivation level rendered her no match for Zi Yang Heavenly King. Contemplating her options, Su Qingge devised alternative strategies.

However, for some inexplicable reason, Zi Yang had already seen through her contingency plan, demonstrating an uncanny ability to anticipate her every move. Consequently, she found herself relentlessly pursued by him.

As an inheritor of demonic arts, Su Qingge possessed an array of techniques, and the other soul within her sea of knowledge was no novice in combat. Employing various tactics, she inflicted significant losses upon Zi Yang, decimating his followers and leaving him in a state of disarray.

Throughout this ordeal, Zi Yang seethed with fury, doggedly pursuing her without respite. Su Qingge even led him to the brink of absolute celestial oblivion. Yet, despite his relentless pursuit, Zi Yang Heavenly King never succeeded in apprehending her.

Unexpectedly, rumors began to circulate, reaching even Su Qingge’s ears, causing her profound astonishment. The inheritors of demonic arts had orchestrated a scheme to eliminate numerous prodigies.

Zi Yang Heavenly King also seemed to sense something was amiss, prompting him to abandon the pursuit. This development piqued Su Qingge’s interest, leading her to speculate that it might be the handiwork of the clandestine organization of demonic art inheritors.

Regarding Ying Shuang’s identity, she refrained from probing Mr. Mo further at that moment, consumed with concern about arousing suspicion from him. She fretted over the possibility of Mo Lao discovering that she, the inheritor of demonic arts, possessed far less power than presumed.

“Young master is actually injured. Why do I always feel like this is some sort of ruse?” Su Qingge mused. “Regardless, it’s a relief that he’s unharmed. This situation presents an opportunity for me.”

Su Qingge conferred with her other soul, recognizing that amidst the chaos unfolding among all factions, she harbored trepidation regarding the inheritor of demonic arts. Without her current cultivation, she wouldn’t even stand a chance against a novice disciple.

….

Simultaneously, Emperor Mountain sprawled vast and boundless, with towering, ancient mountain ranges exuding a primal aura. Deep within its recesses lay numerous pavilions and palaces, both majestic and simple, shrouded in chaotic mist as if they had existed since the dawn of time.

At this moment, a palpable sense of dread permeated the air. The sky and earth underwent a dramatic transformation as various cosmic laws danced among the peaks and palaces. Even cultivators of the sacred realm found themselves overwhelmed, their pallid faces betraying their fear as they knelt on the ground.

The Supreme beings of Emperor Mountain were incensed! Among them were ancient entities who had nearly attained enlightenment in epochs past. Their cultivation surpassed the realm of the supreme, and their shifting emotions could trigger cosmic upheavals, causing stars to crumble into dust.

An ancient progenitor from Prince Sheng’s lineage bellowed, rupturing life stars millions of miles away. Indeed, when Prince Sheng’s life token shattered, the guardian in charge of the life tokens within Emperor Mountain’s temple was stricken with terror. His complexion paled, his soul nearly fleeing his body, struggling to regain his composure.

Following Prince Ying’s betrayal of Emperor Mountain, Prince Sheng emerged, his status and talent rivaling that of Prince Ying. Bolstered by his relentless, iron-fisted methods, he swiftly garnered renown within Emperor Mountain, amassing a legion of devoted followers.

In the eyes of many, Prince Sheng was poised to ascend to the leadership of Emperor Mountain in the near future. His potential seemed boundless, destined to become the most formidable figure in the upper realm. Yet, he had now faltered, relegated to a mere fledgling in a basic trial at the True Immortal Academy.

For the ancient beings of Emperor Mountain, this news came as a shock, difficult to fathom. Adding insult to injury, Prince Sheng’s killer turned out to be another scion of Emperor Mountain—Prince Ying, a traitor. This revelation sent ripples of uproar throughout the upper realm, with many factions mocking them.

Prince Ying’s descent into depravity, embracing the demonic arts and betraying his former identity and kin from Heavenly Emperor Mountain further stoked Emperor Mountain’s ire. However, they found themselves impotent, unable to find an outlet for their rage.

To compound matters, rumors circulated that Prince Sheng’s demise was intricately linked to Jin Chan. Consequently, Buddha Mountain became the focal point for the wrath of many ancient denizens of Heavenly Emperor Mountain.

“You bald fool, I shall never relent!” A thunderous roar reverberated as a crimson-hued sky, brimming with a terrifying aura, materialized, a colossal Dharma figure spanning thousands of miles hurtling toward Buddha Mountain in search of retribution.

The heavens quaked, unleashing torrents of crimson light that morphed into runes, piercing the void and traversing the cosmos. The legacies Emperor Sheng left behind for his progeny transcended mere inheritance and supreme weaponry. Among them, the most formidable forces were the various clans that once stood alongside Emperor Sheng, each member boasting unfathomable cultivation.

Upon hearing the news, all the major clans swiftly converged upon Buddha Mountain, intent on demanding explanations and compensation for the grievance, unwilling to let the matter slide easily. Many Dao sects took notice, recognizing it as a spectacle not to be missed.

The ever-changing dynamics of the upper realm made it difficult for calm to prevail. In the ancient Vermilion Bird country, within a splendid yet unassuming pavilion, several figures convened to discuss the recent events.

“The inheritor of demonic arts failed to eliminate Gu Changge in the end…”

Bang!

Chu Hao slammed his teacup forcefully onto the table, barely restraining his strength to prevent destruction. His expression betrayed his anger, evidently informed of the latest developments. As the person he despised most, he harbored a genuine desire for Gu Changge’s demise, yet found himself disappointed.

The target of the demonic arts inheritor was another candidate disciple, with Gu Changge merely sustaining minor injuries. To Chu Hao, these injuries were inconsequential.

“Hao’er, why let a mere junior vex you so?” Beside Chu Hao, an immortal-looking, long-bearded elder offered a calming smile, setting down his teacup.

Seated across from the two, Tang Wan remained silent, pondering the peculiarities of the situation without being able to pinpoint exactly what felt amiss.

Certainly, Tang Wan also harbored the desire for Gu Changge’s demise, hoping it would rid her of the slave mark branded upon her body, right?

Though Chu Hao initially displayed anger, he swiftly composed himself, wearing a wry smile as he addressed his uncle, “Uncle, you can’t fathom the arrogance and power of Gu Changge. He deceives others too readily. Even Wan’er… sigh…”

As he mentioned Tang Wan, memories flooded back, particularly the unsettling scene he witnessed while concealed in the void. The recollection incensed him, haunting him like a persistent nightmare during this period. Each attempt to meditate or practice martial arts left him feeling restless and unable to find peace.

Despite his turmoil, Chu Hao refrained from disclosing these inner struggles to Tang Wan. Unaware of his turmoil, Tang Wan simply believed that the Tang family, her kin, were under pressure from Gu Changge due to the slave seal binding her.

Unable to directly betray Gu Changge due to the seal, Tang Wan could only stand by Chu Hao’s side, occasionally urging him to release his hatred. However, despite verbal assurances, Chu Hao’s heart remained consumed by loathing for Gu Changge.

“Don’t fret, Hao’er. Despite Gu Changge’s formidable backing, it doesn’t mean you lack the opportunity for vengeance. The world is vast, and upon attaining enlightenment, you’ll transcend worldly matters,” reassured Bai Yang, the elderly man with a snowy beard. He was Chu Hao’s uncle in the Supreme Dao Cave.

He typically treated Chu Hao with great care, his cultivation reaching unfathomable depths as he ascended to the Supreme Realm many years prior. Upon hearing of Chu Hao’s altercation with Gu Changge, he promptly departed from the Supreme Dao Cave to lend his support.

In his eyes, the antics of a youthful prodigy like Gu Changge amounted to mere trifles. True shifts in the upper realm’s landscape were orchestrated by the formidable figures within the Dao Lineages—the true powerhouses whom even the Supreme Being dubbed emperors.

“Huh? Why do I suddenly feel a strange familiarity…” Tang Wan interjected, her brow furrowing as an unfamiliar sensation gripped her heart. A fleeting recollection from the distant past flashed through her mind, frustratingly hazy and incomplete.

“What’s the matter, Wan’er?” Chu Hao’s concern was palpable, his expression shifting as he inquired about her well-being. But Tang Wan offered no response, her gaze fixedly staring out the window of the pavilion as if searching for something.

The abrupt onset of the sensation caught her off guard, akin to the unexpected presence of someone close, reuniting after a prolonged absence.

The cultivators and creatures bustling along the streets blended into an indistinguishable mass, leaving Tang Wan uncertain about whom she sought.

“Brother Chu Hao, I’m fine,” Tang Wan assured, shaking her head as she returned to her seat. However, after a moment’s contemplation, she posed a curious question, “Brother Hao, do you believe in the reincarnation of past lives?”

Chu Hao was taken aback by the unexpected inquiry, unsure how to respond. What prompted this sudden line of questioning? Had she sensed something earlier?

“The reincarnation of past lives is undoubtedly real,” Bai Yang interjected with a serene smile. “Souls undergo countless cycles, akin to soldiers dispersing and the sea turning to ashes. Many individuals are born with the wisdom of past lives, a phenomenon not uncommon among geniuses. However, awakening memories of past lives is a rarity in the vast upper world.”

Tang Wan nodded in comprehension while Chu Hao’s brows furrowed, sensing a foreboding aura. Why had Tang Wan broached this topic out of the blue?

“That woman earlier, I’m not certain, but I believe it was her!” A surge of excitement overtook the man standing near the pavilions, his fists clenched in hunger.

“It’s definitely Wan’er! Just as Junior Brother Zi Yang foresaw, she’s been reincarnated in this era,” he murmured with relief. “This is my chance to repay my debt to her in this lifetime. It seems the heavens have granted me this opportunity!”

Meanwhile, not far from Chu Hao, Tang Wan, and the others, a man of average stature and unremarkable appearance stood at the entrance of an alleyway, his excitement palpable as he muttered to himself.

It was Qin Wuya, the senior brother who returned from the Nine Heavens, once dismissed as an enigmatic figure before being dissected by the elders of the True Immortal Academy.

Upon learning from his junior brother, Zi Yang Heavenly King, that Gu Xian’er had not yet unlocked the memories of her past life, Qin Wuya took the initiative to journey to Reincarnation Lake in haste.

Reincarnation Lake stood as a forbidden domain within the upper realm, shrouded in peril. Even Supreme beings hesitated to venture into its depths, given its profound connection to the essence of life and the intricate nature of reincarnation.

Rumor had it that the water from Reincarnation Lake possessed the remarkable ability to evoke memories of past lives, a notion both terrifying and wondrous. Despite the risks, Qin Wuya invested considerable effort into his expedition, securing only a small vial of Reincarnation Lake water, obtained through a divine artifact from the Nine Heavens, in exchange with the lake’s master.

Upon his return, Qin Wuya discovered that his junior brother, Zi Yang, had ventured to the ancient Xuanwu country. Eager to reunite with him, Qin Wuya embarked on the journey without delay.

Little did he anticipate encountering a woman bearing an uncanny resemblance to his Dao companion from a past life. For him, this revelation proved an inexplicable marvel—a stroke of luck seemingly guided by unseen forces.

“Wan’er’s memories have yet to resurface in this lifetime. This vial of Reincarnation Lake water will suffice for both of them,” Qin Wuya mused. “When Wan’er and Junior Sister Xian’er regain their memories, we shall be reunited.”

As he contemplated the future with anticipation, a smile graced Qin Wuya’s countenance, envisioning the forthcoming reunion with heartfelt excitement.

However, he harbored no intention of revealing himself just yet. Instead, Qin Wuya resolved to uncover the true identity of the woman resembling his Dao companion from this world, formulating a meticulous long-term strategy.

In his estimation, the bold and impatient approach employed by Zi Yang Heavenly King was both crude and ill-advised, eliciting disgust and resentment from Gu Xian’er.

With a swift flicker, Qin Wuya vanished from the alley’s entrance, hastening toward the location of the ancient Xuanwu country. He understood that his first task was to locate Zi Yang and utilize his influence to ascertain the woman’s identity.

Unbeknownst to Qin Wuya, Zi Yang had been missing for several days, complicating the situation further.

….

In the deep south of the ancient Vermilion Bird country, the once-lush mountains now lay desolate and arid. An endless aura of Heavenly Extinction permeated the air, threatening to engulf and smother everything in its path, rendering the landscape vast and tumultuous.

Amidst the chaos below, where a massive tide of Heavenly Extinction creatures surged, a crack appeared in the sky above. From it cascaded torrents of Heavenly Extinction aura, descending as if imbued with life itself.

Standing amidst this scene was a strikingly beautiful woman, wielding a Dao sword with dazzling brilliance as she unleashed its power in a formidable slash. Her garments billowed in the wind, reminiscent of a flawless fairy dancing in the Guanghan Palace, exuding an aura both cold and captivating.

She was Jiang Chuchu.

Raising her hands, she emitted a radiant divine light akin to the luminous glow of moonlight, wielding immense power that reduced swathes of Heavenly Extinction creatures to ash.

Tucked beneath her cuff lay a messenger, delivering news of the recent events transpiring in the outside world. Among them was the report of Gu Changge’s severe injury at the hands of the demonic arts inheritor.

However, Jiang Chuchu harbored doubts regarding this information. Is Gu Changge encountering the demonic arts inheritor? It seemed akin to a thief calling out to capture another thief.

In her view, Gu Changge’s purported severe injury was merely a ploy, a bitter trick devised to falsely implicate others. Jiang Chuchu couldn’t help but wonder how many times Gu Changge had employed such tactics in the past, deceiving countless arrogant beings unbeknownst to them.

During this period, she at last identified the source of the outbreak of Heavenly Extinction aura and promptly relayed the news to Gu Changge. Whether he chose to respond was his prerogative, and she refrained from interfering.

Ultimately, Gu Changge was a true demon, devoid of any obligation to uphold righteousness or save the world—that was not his role. Despite this, Jiang Chuchu still held a glimmer of hope in her heart, yearning for Gu Changge’s intervention, much like the time he resolved the Heavenly Extinction calamity for her.

Boom!

Suddenly, the area erupted in chaos as cracks split open, unleashing a terrifying Heavenly Extinction creature. Its gray hair billowed as it charged forth with a menacing aura, showcasing its formidable cultivation of the Great Sacred Realm as it launched an attack on Jiang Chuchu.

Jiang Chuchu’s expression shifted slightly, her eyes growing colder as she swiftly formed hand seals, channelling her power downward to counter the creature’s onslaught. Despite facing a creature of the Great Sacred Realm, she remained cautious, confident she could hold her own for a time.

Yet, before long, another roar echoed from a different direction, accompanied by the imposing pressure of the Sacred Realm.

“No, another Great Sacred Realm creature…” Jiang Chuchu muttered, her mind racing as she considered a retreat. Though she had identified the root cause of the outbreak, her current abilities fell short of resolving it.

Suddenly, a ray of divine light streaked across the sky, piercing through the Great Sacred Realm creature with ease. A figure emerged, emanating formidable fluctuations—Gu Changge. His expression held a hint of mockery as he addressed Jiang Chuchu’s apparent incompetence.

“You struggle even against mere creatures of the Great Sacred Realm. Truly disappointing,” Gu Changge remarked, his tone dripping with disdain.

“Gu Changge… You actually came?” Jiang Chuchu’s surprise mingled with relief, disregarding his sarcasm. She hadn’t expected him to arrive so promptly.

It seemed Gu Changge’s words of indifference were just empty threats. Yet, as Jiang Chuchu’s thoughts shifted, her expression hardened, and she refrained from further conversation.

“I didn’t ask for your help. I merely informed you,” Jiang Chuchu retorted icily.

Gu Changge stepped forward, joining her side as he gazed up at the crack in the sky, his demeanor casual. “So if I hadn’t come, were you prepared to face death here alone again?” he teased. “Did you truly believe I wouldn’t intervene?”