The history of love is full of regrets.

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life.
But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain!
This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King.
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In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated!
An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan!
There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus.
Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight.
There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

I Truly Am The Villian

"Please stop," the Nameless Swordsman's eyes erupted with boundless Sword Intent as he looked at Xu Zimei and spoke.


"I'm looking for Suan Wuyi," Xu Zimei replied.


"Then you must defeat me first," the Nameless Swordsman slowly stood up, drew his longsword, and said flatly.


"You are not strong enough," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.


The Tyrant Shadow in his hand unsheathed and struck down.


When this blade fell, despite appearing to be a very ordinary cut, the Nameless Swordsman's expression became extremely grave.


Because no matter how he chose to act, he felt that he couldn't evade this blow.


All he could see in front of him was this one slash, and his sword-wielding right hand was trembling slightly.


The longsword returned to its sheath, his hands clasped behind his head as he walked further into the alley.


Only when the blade was sheathed did the Nameless Swordsman feel the oppressive force around him vanish.


Chapter 468 I Want to Kill Your Cat