I Really Am A Villain Chapter 1811 - Count Me In Too
Previously on I Really Am A Villain...
This man's every step brimmed with force to crumble mountains and upend oceans, his aura blazing vibrantly like a rainbow.
Misty surges of energy rippled faintly around his form. A keen observer could spot him ceaselessly drawing in heaven and earth's vital power—solar essence by day, lunar essence by night.
He belonged to one of the Eighteen Lineages as well: Wang Qianjun, the Saint Son of Sun-Moon Lineage.
The trio positioned themselves firmly, disciples from their lineages clustering loosely nearby to form three extra small groups.
Members from seven of the Eighteen Lineages had gathered in moments. No one could deny this peach tree's magnetic pull.
Wang Ya's Plant Lineage, by contrast, seemed utterly isolated. Only the three of them stood there, drawing scant notice from others.
Demon Peak from Giant Mountain Lineage spoke up first. “Everyone, the Earth-Heart Mother-Thunder Peach Tree has ripened. Shall we each test our own skills?”
“Testing our skills works, but why not add a bet?” Shen Hongrong of Witch Crow Lineage suggested with a grin. “It'd be too dull otherwise.”
Purple tinged her lips, while shadowy, ominous glints danced in her eyes. Her gaunt face bore a purplish-black tint to the skin.
“What bet does Junior Sister Shen propose?” Wang Qianjun from Sun-Moon Lineage inquired evenly.
His voice rang with commanding might.
“Mundane items bore me—I have plenty already,” Shen Hongrong replied. “If betting, let's stake high. Agree?”
“Peach Banquet begins in two days. Who dares risk a Peach Banquet slot?” Zhao Jinwu of Fire Crow Lineage interjected from nearby.
Silence blanketed the area instantly.
“Is he insane? Wagering a Peach Banquet slot so lightly?”
“Exactly. A slot means securing a peach.”
“A genuine one, plucked right from the primary tree.”
Discussions exploded among the crowd right away.
Saintess Qing of Heavenly Luan Lineage gave a soft smile and queried, “Junior Brother Zhao, such audacity. You're truly ready to forfeit a peach slot.”
“Frankly, my Golden Crow Creation Art's hit a wall,” Zhao Jinwu admitted directly. “Peaches are key to comprehending the Dao.”
“One peach falls short, though. I require several more. Without them, losing a single slot changes nothing.”
He planned to hazard one slot for far richer rewards.
Zhao Qiuyi from Ice Lineage, standing close by, narrowed her gaze faintly. “Quite the confidence. You truly believe you can surpass us all?”
“Golden Crows embody dominance by nature. Had I lacked it, I'd have practiced Fire Crow arts long ago,” Zhao Jinwu answered steadily. “I pursued my ancestor's Golden Crow Creation Art instead. If death comes, it'll find me unbowed.”
“Impressive resolve. I'm in,” Demon Peak of Giant Mountain Lineage declared promptly.
“Count me in too,” Shen Hongrong chimed in without delay.
“I'll wager—who fears who?”
“Everyone's wagering, so this little sister will gladly play along,” Saintess Qing replied smilingly.
In a heartbeat, Saint Sons and Saintesses from six great lineages sealed their betting pact.
Encircling disciples buzzed with thrilled anticipation, buzzing about the likely champion.
The victor would claim six slots in one sweep, after all.
A meteoric rise to dominance.
“Why leave us out?”
As they prepared to harvest the peaches, a voice cut in abruptly from the side.
All heads swiveled to see Wang Ya advancing unhurriedly.
“Who's she?”
“Looks like Plant Lineage, but they've secluded in Broken Wolf Valley for ages. Unclear.”
“Ah, Junior Sister Wang,” Saintess Qing greeted with a smile upon spotting her. “Here to join the excitement?”
Wang Ya shot a glance at Xu Zimo, steeling her determination.
This stemmed from Xu Zimo's scheme, naturally.
She grinned and responded, “Indeed. Mind adding one more slot?”
“If Junior Sister's offering a slot, I'll take it happily,” Zhao Jinwu roared with laughter.
“Brother Xu will stand for our Plant Lineage,” Wang Ya announced steadily, drawing Xu Zimo into view.
For Plant Lineage, holding onto the slot was doubtful from the start—with Forging Crane Lineage lurking watchfully.
Wang Ya saw no harm in gambling it away.
Moreover, as Saint Sons and Saintesses commanding their lineages' slots, none fretted over anyone reneging.
They'd lose all footing in Jade Court otherwise.
Xu Zimo's emergence sparked an odd gleam in Zhao Qiuyi's eyes, her face turning marginally graver.
Though their single encounter was brief, she respected his prowess deeply—uncertain she could parry that earlier blade strike.
Naturally, she hadn't unleashed her full power either.
“Alright. The Plant Lineage will get a portion too,” the rest agreed with nods.
“So, what's the plan for our competition?” Demon Peak asked.
“The one who gathers the most peaches?”
“In the past, Ye Qingcheng earned the title of Jade Court's once-in-ten-thousand-years genius, yet she managed only a single peach,” Shen Hongrong remarked smilingly.
“I'm not belittling anyone present, but I admit I'm no match for Ye Qingcheng. Picking three peaches? No way. Even securing one would leave me content.”
This peach tree was evidently much more complex than its appearance suggested.
Rooted still amid heaven and earth, it radiated an immense weightiness, commanding myriad lightning strikes that dominated the whole Peach Orchard.
“Let's give it a shot then,” Demon Peak declared, refusing to back down.
He leaped skyward, unleashing his tremendous power to become a beam of dark aurora.
As Demon Peak charged ahead, the others held back. Their faces showed a trace of observation while they observed him intently.
Right as Demon Peak neared the Earth-Heart Mother-Thunder Peach Tree, a lightning bolt crashed down from above, aiming directly at him.
Boom.
That lightning struck like a meteor, its power utterly fearsome.
All eyes locked on, witnessing the space around Demon Peak shatter in an instant.
Seconds later, an enraged bellow echoed.
Demon Peak's form swelled swiftly, turning into a colossal giant.
From the Giant Mountain Lineage, raw power defined their essence.
Demon Peak bellowed, breathing raggedly while bursting into wild laughter. “Do you believe this mere lightning can finish me? You're nowhere close.”
Advancing with one stride, he propelled himself upward using sheer might to seize the peaches.
Multiple branches attempted to block his path, yet a lone fist demolished them all. Pure dominance in action.
“Giant Mountain Lineage's power indeed matches its fame,” Wang Qianjun from the Sun-Moon Lineage commented.
“However, this degree of strength likely falls short,” Shen Hongrong stated coolly.
Her voice had barely faded when a thunderous explosion resounded.
Demon Peak's body got hurled downward abruptly.
“That quick?” The group exclaimed in astonishment.
Within moments, Demon Peak couldn't endure any longer.
Now, lightning had charred him. His hair spiked upright, and his naturally swarthy skin appeared even blacker.
Dark fumes billowed from his mouth while he fought to rise and faced the dumbfounded onlookers.
“Why are you lot just gawking?” he yelled. “Join the assault now.”
“This peach tree certainly deserves its legendary status,” somebody whispered.