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

With Qin Shuang's loud shout, Xu Zimei's figure was sent flying out by the Torrent.


Once the Torrent had dissipated, Xu Zimei's figure slammed heavily against the nearby wall, ultimately collapsing to the ground.


Qin Shuang hurried over, sat down beside Xu Zimei, and placed his head on her lap.


"Wake up, don't scare me," Qin Shuang said as she gently shook Xu Zimei.


"How do you feel now?" Qin Shuang asked with a tearful voice.


"You're worried about me," Xu Zimei said with a smile.


"You ended up like this because you were saving me. If you really died, I would feel guilty," Qin Shuang said.


"Just guilty?" Xu Zimei asked wearily after coughing a few times.


"Don't overthink it. Besides, you're like this now; why care about such things?" Qin Shuang said, looking down.


"How do you feel? I'll take you out for my father to treat you."


"I'm really tired now, and breathing is difficult; I'm almost suffocating," Xu Zimei said weakly.


Chapter 740: Nether Ice Physique