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

The great wind rises, clouds billow high.


Old Cang's figure slowly appeared amidst the descending mad wind.


"I'll let you make three moves, to avoid saying I'm bullying you."


Xu Zimei raised his head, looking at the silhouette of the speaker.


The elder's hair was tied with a braid on top of his head, resembling the traditional queue of ancient people, giving a scholarly feel.


He wore a blue Confucian robe, embroidered with patterns incomprehensible, his eyes steady.


His nose was flattened, lips dry and cracked.


As he walked over, the Great Saint's imposing presence from him was released indiscriminately.


Powerful forces surged out incessantly.


Like mountains crashing and seas overturning, relentlessly suppressing Xu Zimei, as if showcasing his might.


"Boy, don't say I'm not giving you the chance to attack," the elder said.


"I'll let you make three moves, I won't attack actively."


"Who are you?" Xu Zimei asked directly.


Chapter 1301: Martial Spirit Ancestor, Eight-direction Heaven-splitting