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

From here, one can take the Teleportation Array to reach most of the cities on the Eastern Continent.


Xu Zimei disembarked from the airship, and all the passengers scattered, keeping their distance from him.


Xu Zimei prepared to teleport to a city under the rule of the True Martial Holy Sect.


He first went to a nearby tavern hoping to grab some food.


By the window, the shopkeeper brought over a pot of wine and several dishes of meat.


As Xu Zimei was eating, a group of people burst into the tavern.


"Hand it over, kid," a man with a long knife heavily struck Xu Zimei's table and said dispassionately.


"Hand over what?" Xu Zimei looked up and glanced at the group.


This group, consisting of around a dozen people, was dressed in black robes, each with a belligerent look and a face full of scars.


"They're from the Green Sand Gang, everyone better scatter,"


someone exclaimed as they saw the group.


Chapter 755: Dragon-Tiger God