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

When everyone surrounded the caravan, Xu Zimei looked up and sensed in the direction the sound came from.


Not far to the north, a huge figure was racing towards them.


Behind this figure followed a dozen others.


"Scared Crown Bird," someone from the caravan shouted.


"It's the Wen Family's people, only they would raise Scared Crown Birds."


Only as the distant figures approached could everyone fully see that the birds were an iron gray color, like steel.


Their feathers were sparse, but each was exceptionally hard.


The eyes of these birds lacked any emotion; they seemed like real killers.


At this moment, behind each of these birds, there were a dozen people seated.


"Miss Fan, where are you heading?" A middle-aged man in a blue robe laughed and asked from atop a bird.


"Does Steward Wen have business here?" an elderly man asked faintly from the side.


"No business, just want to ask you all to wait here for five days.


Chapter 924: Trouble Settled, Saint Vein Maid