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

"Who do you think will win?" Just as Xu Zimei was engrossed in watching the two fight, a gentle voice suddenly rang out from beside him.


Xu Zimei was momentarily startled and hurriedly turned to look.


He saw a woman sitting gracefully beside him.


This woman was wearing a white long dress, spotless and pure.


Her entire demeanor was as lofty and holy as a fairy's.


Beauty does not mean a flawless complexion, but captivating charm is for sure.


With a melon seed-shaped face and a high nose bridge reminiscent of women from the Western Region, her thin lips were painted a soft red.


However, those eyes were as calm as still water, revealing nothing.


A faint scent emanated from the woman in white.


It was reminiscent of plum blossoms, admiring their own solitude.


Her long dress spread out gently on the ground, like a lotus blossoming slowly.


Her skin was fair, fragile enough to seemingly break with a touch.


"Why aren't you speaking?" the woman looked at Xu Zimei and asked, smiling.


Chapter 853: Azure Dragon Crown Prince Ao Nan (Third Update)