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

Unknowingly, the sky gradually cleared and brightened again.


Xu Zimei stretched lazily, the book in his hand had already reached the last page.


"Finished reading," he exhaled deeply and took a gentle sip of the hot tea beside him.


It seemed as if the tiredness from the whole night had been dispelled.


"I still have to go to Triumph Hall. I'll come back when I get a chance."


"I'm always here, you can come anytime," the elderly man nodded and said.


Xu Zimei nodded and then left the Rest Hall of Books.


It wasn't until Xu Zimei's figure disappeared that the ragged old man at the academy's entrance walked in.


He looked at the Demon Sage and asked, "You know him?"


"What a joke, that kid is so young," the ragged old man was evidently skeptical.


"You'll understand in the future," the Demon Sage was unwilling to explain more; he merely gazed out the window, looking into the horizon.


Chapter 1315 Conflict, Demonic Voice