I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 439

Chapter 439: This is not good news for me, the Demon Slaying Conference in the Upper Realm

In the resplendent hall, Yin Mei’s radiant beauty and charming figure fascinated all living beings. She wore a fiery red dress; her waist was as slender as a willow, and her skin was like snowflakes. She appeared as if carved from flawless suet jade, exuding an astonishing beauty.

“This is the Purple Gold Token of the Wan Dao Business Alliance. As long as there is a branch of the business alliance, with this token, you have the authority to dispatch the observer,” she said calmly, producing a mysterious purple token.

In front of Yin Mei, Bai Lian’er stood dressed in black, her hair cloudy and her facial features exquisite, like ice and snow, yet she possessed a natural charm. Hearing Yin Mei’s words, she raised her eyebrows slightly and examined the purple token.

The token was indeed mysterious, adorned with many divine patterns that exuded simplicity. Gu Changge had asked her to come here to speak with Yin Mei, and she had rushed over immediately upon receiving the order. She had to pay attention to the matter of the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

“The Purple Gold Token truly holds the authority of the Wan Dao Business Alliance…” Bai Lian’er remarked, taking the token from Yin Mei’s hand, her amazement evident.

In this way, the problem that had been troubling her all this time was easily solved. If she had wanted to develop her observer within the Wan Dao Business Alliance before, it would have taken at least millions of years, if not longer. By then, it was uncertain whether the Spring Breeze Pavilion would still exist.

However, in Gu Changge’s hands, this problem could be resolved with just one order, which truly surprised her. The more she understood Gu Changge, the more she realized that the means and strength he had shown were merely the tip of the iceberg. Was there anything in this world that he couldn’t do?

“In that case, the Spring Breeze Pavilion will be handed over to you. I don’t think you will disappoint me,” Gu Changge said casually, raising his eyes to look at Bai Lian’er as he drank by himself.

“You can rest assured,” Bai Lian’er replied with a snort, feeling underestimated by Gu Changge. After all, she had founded the Spring Breeze Pavilion on her own, bringing it to a level where it stood on equal footing with other assassin organizations, demonstrating her strong skills.

“Of course, I’m very relieved to entrust you with this,” Gu Changge smiled, then took out a very simple and unnamed ancient book from his bosom and handed it to her. Adorned with large silver and gold lines, it exuded a vast and magnificent aura, with a brilliant divine light permeating from it. One could immediately tell that this ancient book was extraordinary.

“What is this?” Bai Lian’er asked, looking at him in surprise. The ancient book’s aura was intimidating, even to her—a descendant of Emperor Killing who had mastered numerous lethal techniques. Yet, she could still feel the fear emanating from this ancient book.

“When selecting personnel and training assassins, pass this technique on to them,” Gu Changge ordered without any further explanation.

Although perplexed by his command, Bai Lian’er was wise enough not to question it. She assumed it was a special secret technique—either one that could rapidly enhance an assassin’s strength or one that would allow Gu Changge to easily control their life and death.

“Then I’ll take my leave,” Bai Lian’er said, seeing that Gu Changge had no other orders. She intended to find some suitable candidates for assassin training.

“Don’t worry, this is for you,” Gu Changge replied, shaking his head slightly. He took out a small white jade bottle. Even before it was opened, a strong medicinal fragrance filled the air. Brilliant visions appeared in the virtual space—palaces and pavilions, the rotation of the sun, moon, and stars—creating a divine spectacle.

“This is…” Bai Lian’er was a little surprised and looked carefully at Gu Changge, as if to see if he was joking. She could sense the extraordinariness of the contents in the white jade vial. It was at least a rare divine pill, and she felt the faint signs of the shackles that bound her to the pinnacle of the Supreme Realm loosening.

At her level, there were very few pills in the world that could have an effect on her. Otherwise, with her status and strength, what kind of pills couldn’t she obtain?

“Barrier Breaking Pill,” Gu Changge said casually. “I think you’ve been stuck at the pinnacle of the Quasi-Supreme Realm for quite some time. If you want to break through by yourself, I don’t know how long it will take. Since you are working for me, your strength should not be too low.”

Hearing the first part of his statement, Bai Lian’er felt it was Gu Changge’s kindness to offer her the breakthrough pill. However, the latter part made her roll her eyes. Since when was the peak of the Quasi-Supreme Realm considered too low? Yet, Gu Changge thought her strength was lacking.

“What kind of Barrier Breaking Pill is this that can allow me to break through?” Bai Lian’er asked as she took the jade bottle. Though she had no obligations to Gu Changge, her curiosity was piqued. It was impossible for a mere elixir to loosen the shackles of her realm so easily. A Barrier Breaking Pill? Such a name sounded too random.

Gu Changge didn’t explain further. After all, this elixir was something he had exchanged from the system mall, making it exceptionally rare in the upper world.

He shook his head slightly and said casually, “Why are there so many questions? Just return it to me if you don’t want it. Or are you worried that I will poison you?”

Bai Lian’er rolled her eyes at him and replied, “I still have a little trust in you. Thank you very much. But such a pill can’t make me give up on you.”

After finishing speaking, she took the jade bottle and left. She was smart enough to know that it was impossible for Gu Changge to harm her at this time. With his strength, it would be too easy for him to kill her.

Gu Changge didn’t concern himself with Bai Lian’er. After giving her the elixir, he continued to drink by himself, not looking up, his thoughts drifting to other matters.

“My lord, this is the route the Red Demoness traveled recently…” After Bai Lian’er left, Yin Mei took out a reduced version of the map of the upper realm. Although it was not as detailed as the real upper realm, many major areas and ancient cities were still marked.

This was what Gu Changge had ordered her to investigate. For the Wan Dao Business Alliance, determining the current whereabouts of the red-clothed female devil was a simple task.

“It seems that she really followed my aura,” Gu Changge remarked with great interest as he examined the ancient cities on the map. He had stayed in those places, but now they had all been slaughtered by Chan Hongyi, leaving no survivors.

“Hmm, the speed has increased, or perhaps she has become more sober, less delirious than before, and her strength is steadily recovering. That’s not good news for me.”

Gu Changge frowned slightly, noticing that the red-clothed female devil’s pursuit had become much faster. Previously, she would stay in an ancient city for a day, devouring a lot of life energy. But now, she hardly stopped at all. This indicated that she no longer needed to rely on prolonged stops to regain her strength. Chan Hongyi’s strength had significantly recovered after devouring so much life energy.

At her weakest, she could still kill a quasi-emperor realm cultivator with ease. Now, her strength was even more unfathomable. At her peak, Chan Hongyi’s power undoubtedly surpassed the Immortal Realm.

However, in her current state, she might still suffer a disadvantage if she encountered some terrifying and profound sect. Gu Changge just wanted her to vent her hatred first and had no intention of hurting her. Otherwise, he would have sought help from the ancestor of the Gu family. Chan Hongyi’s current strength was indeed formidable.

But compared with those extremely old ancestors of the Gu family, it was hard to say who was stronger or weaker. Not to mention that while there were not many treasures in the Ancient Immortal Gu family, they had many ancestors. Even if there were no immortals in the upper world who could defeat her, they could use sheer numbers to force her to death.

“It looks like she’s going to suffer a lot…” Gu Changge mused, thinking he could take this opportunity to drain Chan Hongyi’s hostility. If he was not mistaken, many immortal forces in the upper realm should take action soon. It was impossible for them to remain indifferent and uninvolved after Chan Hongyi’s bloodbath.

During this period, the emergence of the red-clothed female devil had shaken the upper world, causing a boundless sea of ​​blood. Many immortal sects’ powerhouses were very busy because of this matter. Especially those forces encountered by the female devil in red on her way were filled with fear and unease. Some did not believe in her power, refused to migrate away from their tribes, and tried to stop her. But from a distance, they were slapped to death by the female devil in red, their bodies and spirits destroyed.

Due to the matter of the Demon Burying Abyss, Buddha Mountain also dispatched many eminent monks to encircle and suppress the red-clothed female devil, intending to put her to death. In this regard, many sects in the upper world expressed their cooperation.

The Ancient Ye Clan, Heavenly Emperor Mountain, Endless Fire Nation, Primordial Lake, Ancient Immortal Qin Family, Ancient Immortal Wang Family—all dispatched powerful men from their armies in the Eight Desolation and Ten Regions to hold a demon slaughter conference to eliminate the threat of the red-clothed female devil while it was still manageable. Once the news broke, it shocked all parties.

Many cultivators, full of enthusiasm and righteous indignation, expressed their willingness to participate in the battle. They knew that failing to act now could result in being attacked from both sides, leading to inevitable defeat.

However, due to the terrifying strength of the red-clothed female devil, only cultivators who had reached the Great Sacred Realm were eligible to participate. As a result, many powerhouses of the older generation emerged from seclusion. Old monsters who had lived in seclusion for ages, leaders of various sects, and heads of ancient immortal families from across the upper world all joined the effort.

Some individuals, long thought to have passed away, reappeared in the world due to the Demon Slaying Conference, their seniority unimaginably ancient, causing boundless waves. In this conference, the younger generation could only watch from a distance; they were not qualified to approach.

This battle was immense, involving many people, including the older generation, who brought out the emperor’s artifacts from their clans, vowing not to give up until they killed the red-clothed female devil. It was conceivable that this battle would turn the world upside down, reduce the sea to ashes, and destroy a star field with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles. Such destruction was expected.

At the same time, in the South Heavenly region, inside an ancient and magnificent tower, an old man in a blue long robe stood on the stargazing platform. Bathed in sunlight and floating in colorful mist, he stood on a hundred-foot-high disc, overlooking from above. He was so old that it was unclear how many years he had lived; his face was etched with the traces of time. Yet, his eyes were extremely clear, without any sign of weariness.

At this moment, a heavenly eye suddenly opened between the old man’s brows, shooting out a divine aura that seemed to penetrate the four poles of the world. Gazing into the distance, he sighed, “From the perspective of the sky, the sun and the moon alternate, the stars change, and the sky is drying and the earth is ruined… This time, the Demon Slaying Conference may not go so smoothly.”

Behind the old man stood many other powerhouses, their faces blurred and their bodies filled with chaotic energy. Their auras were terrifying, and light and shadows emerged around them, as if they were standing in another world. These were not their real bodies, but projected dharma bodies.

Hearing the old man’s words, their expressions turned solemn and dignified. One of them sighed, “No matter how you say it, this time the Demon Slaying Conference is imperative. The celestial phenomenon is nothing more than a possibility. It’s up to us to make things happen. Let’s do our best.”

The rest of the terrifying figures nodded in agreement. They were the true power holders of the ancient and immortal great sects, standing at the peak of the upper realm with overwhelming power and unfathomable strength. They could not be compared to the ordinary leaders of those powerful sects.

The old man in front of them was the previous Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, renowned for his unparalleled deduction skills in the upper world. No one could compare to him. It was rumored that he had failed to reach a higher realm, resulting in the destruction of his body and spirit. However, he had been living in seclusion in the tower, quietly cultivating the way of deduction. His aura was ethereal and invisible, much like that of an ordinary person.

Before the start of the Demon Slaying Conference, many powerful figures had come to him, seeking insights into the turning points and chances of success for this endeavor. It was known that the old man had previously asserted that the seal in the Demon Burying Abyss could only contain the devil for at most half a year. After that, the devil would inevitably break through the seal and escape.

However, an anomaly had occurred, leading to the premature birth of the red-clothed female demon and the subsequent bloodbath across all regions.

“Since that’s the case, the old man still has a part of the formation here, which was obtained while deducing the seal of the Demon Burying Abyss. It might be useful in this demon-slaying conference,” the old man in the blue robe said, seemingly recalling something. He then took out a fragment of a divine light formation from under his sleeve.

The formation pattern, made of unknown materials, was striking and radiant with immortal light, exuding an ancient and magnificent aura as if a supreme being was seated within it. This caused the faces of the most powerful individuals present to turn serious, their expressions filled with shock.

With their cultivation bases, they felt a terrifying oppressive force emanating from the pattern.

“What kind of state was the existence of the red-clothed female devil in?” one leader of an immortal great sect asked, staring at the pattern with a solemn expression as if he saw the supreme mystery unfolding within it.

The rest of the attendees also gazed at it in awe, their hearts deeply shaken. What kind of existence could create such a supreme formation?

Hearing the questions, the old man in the blue robe frowned deeply, his expression showing a hint of fear. He hesitated for a long time before finally uttering two words.

“Taboo,” he said, unable to elaborate further.

This fragment of the formation had been obtained by chance during his deduction of the Demon Burying Abyss events. It could only be considered an imitation—at most one percent of the original formation, perhaps even only one-thousandth of its true divine power. Although the world believed he failed to break through to a higher realm, leading to his loss of life and spirit, the truth was different. The backlash he suffered while deducing the origin of the Demon Burying Abyss left him with only a faint sense of its desperate and terrifying aura. It was an existence above all sentient beings, beyond their comprehension or touch, a realm that was both unimaginable and untouchable. Hence, he called it taboo.

“With this part of the pattern, my confidence is much greater,” the old man added. The leaders of several great sects, their faces heavy and hearts solemn, understood the gravity of the term “taboo” and did not dare to discuss it further. They knew that any excess could bring ominousness and disaster.

Afterward, they left the tower, intending to use this fragment of the formation to prepare for the Demon Slaying Conference.

Soon, the news of the Demon Slaying Conference spread throughout the Upper Realm, causing an uproar. Many cultivators, even those who had been fighting in the sea of boundary monuments, rushed back, eager to personally participate in this monumental battle.

To many cultivators, there was no immediate rush to conquer the Eight Desolation and Ten Regions, as it would take time for the sea of boundary markers to dry up. That would be the moment for the Upper Realms to launch a large-scale invasion. The pressing issue now was to deal with the red-clothed female devil born in the Demon Burying Abyss.

The red-clothed female devil had brutally wiped out many forces, removing them from the Upper Realm, and had devoured ancient life stars, turning them into desolate wastelands. Her evil deeds demanded punishment.

Days passed swiftly, and within a majestic and ancient divine city, the scene was awe-inspiring. The sun’s brilliance illuminated the sky, divine islands floated above, silver springs cascaded like waterfalls, and clouds of rosy hues filled the atmosphere. Divine lights descended from all directions, each figure glowing with divine brilliance, their auras terrifying. An avenue extended beneath their feet, and the void around them was blurred as if gods had descended.

In other areas, terrifying auras surged through the surroundings, thick with chaotic mist, reflecting their unfathomable cultivation. These were the most powerful individuals, their cultivation surpassing even the Quasi-Supreme Realm, gathered here to discuss the Demon Slaying Conference.

From afar, a tremendous roar echoed as ancient beasts descended amidst lightning and thunder, their forms radiating golden light. Many reclusive old monsters had emerged, adding to the assembly.

“Did something major happen? Why are there so many powerhouses gathered here today?”

“These beings are usually never seen,” many cultivators and creatures wondered, trembling under the aura they casually exuded.

Soon, a golden and surging Dharma body appeared in the sky. Its eyes scanned the cultivators below, and its voice resonated like a torrent of bells. “This place will soon become the battlefield for the Demon Slaying Conference. I will hunt the red-clothed female demon here. Anyone with no business here should leave quickly to avoid unnecessary casualties.”

The announcement stunned all the cultivators and creatures in the divine city. They shuddered, chilled by the gravity of the situation. The horror and viciousness of the red-clothed female demon were well known, and the thought of their city becoming a battleground for such a fearsome entity was terrifying.

Panic spread swiftly through the city. People began fleeing, hurriedly carrying their valuables, and avoiding staying any longer in the now perilous location.

“Amitabha,” one of the benevolent and ancient monks spoke, surrounded by the luminous aura of Buddha’s light. “Judging by the route the red-clothed female demon has taken, she will certainly arrive here eventually. I will set up formation patterns, make various arrangements in advance, and trap her here. Even if we can’t deal with her immediately, over time we will surely be able to defeat her.”

The ancient and majestic palace was filled with several venerable cultivators and monks, their auras unfathomable and radiant with Buddha’s light. The monk speaking had large, jade-like ears, glowing with an otherworldly Buddha resonance, as if he could perceive all realms and dimensions.

These were the strongest powerhouses from Buddha Mountain, with the weakest among them being at the quasi-supreme realm. They held Buddha treasures and were tasked with the crusade against the red-clothed female demon.

“Then we will proceed as the eminent monks have advised,” said another group of powerful beings, also surrounded by divine light. They were representatives from various immortal great sects and supreme sects.

Additionally, numerous casual cultivators stood in the four corners of the palace, their strength rivaling that of the assembled powerhouses.