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

As the spiritual energy surged violently, a red figure could be seen slowly approaching.


This woman was dressed in a long red robe, with an especially long whip coiled around her waist.


This woman, whom Xu Zimei also happened to know, was named Bai Lin and was a direct disciple of the academy's dean.


The woman landed outside the pavilion, looking at Xu Zimei with an overwhelming aura.


"From now on, no one is allowed to enter or leave this place; I'll be on guard," she declared.


"Fight me," the woman said indifferently.


"Not interested. If you have a problem, just take it up with the dean," Xu Zimei responded with a wave of his hand.


"Are you afraid?" Bai Lin chuckled lightly.


"That kind of provocation is childish," Xu Zimei glanced at her, then paid her no further attention.


Chapter 891: Blood Massacre, Mad Blade