I Really Am A Villain Chapter 85 - Departure To The Sacred Spring Sect

📢 New Novel Launch!

The Primordial Heartlands were vast, and many imperial lineages possessed a deeper foundation than the True Martial Sacred Ground.

Yan Buhui glanced at Xu Zimo but didn’t say more, after all, he was the one asking for help now.

“You’re still too weak. Grow stronger as soon as you can. Otherwise, even as my subordinate, you’d be useless,” Xu Zimo said with a faint smile.

“I understand. I’ll work hard,” Yan Buhui nodded. “Not just for you, but also to destroy the Huang Clan.”

“Go. With me here, Shao Xingyu can’t stir up much trouble,” Xu Zimo nodded.

“Thank you,” Yan Buhui gave Xu Zimo a deep look, then turned and left.

…

Later, Xu Zimo summoned Little Gui. Gazing at the distant sunset, he said casually, “Go spread some word in the outer court. Say that Yan Buhui is one of my boys now. Anyone who targets him is targeting me.

And make sure they understand, the one in charge of this imperial lineage is surnamed Xu, not Shao.”

“I understand,” Little Gui nodded and left.

For the next few days, Xu Zimo stayed on South Goose Mountain cultivating. A few days later, Vastsky arrived at the True Martial Sacred Ground.

“Huang Tianxie has left?” Xu Zimo asked in surprise.

Vastsky nodded. “Young Master, I wasn’t able to ambush him. He had at least two Spirit Vein Realm guards with him.”

“No matter. It was just to give him a warning,” Xu Zimo said, stroking his chin. “Though I didn’t expect him to leave so soon.”

“Even if he stayed, it wouldn’t matter,” Little Gui added. “With your words out, even the top ten on the Hidden Tiger Ranking wouldn’t dare or be willing to get involved. Shao Xingyu had no choice but to send Huang Tianxie away.”

Xu Zimo nodded. He knew that Shao Xingyu, like himself, held no real power, only the borrowed prestige of the Grand Grand Elder’s title.

However, Shao Xingyu had one advantage: his Imperial-Grade Aptitude, a key asset in competing for the position of Holy Son.

That made him someone worth investing in.

Xu Zimo, on the other hand, rarely revealed anything about himself. Most people still didn’t have a strong impression of him.

…

“How’s the situation in Imperial Gate City?” Xu Zimo asked Vastsky.

“Following your suggestion, Situ Yunqing has begun establishing branch inns to expand our intelligence network across the continent,” Vastsky reported. “The Situ Inn has already opened in several nearby cities and towns. Her next plan is to expand into the imperial capital of the Violet Sun Empire, and then the Green Wood Empire, secure the Western Region first.”

“Good speed. But make sure she trains her own trusted staff. We can’t afford any spies,” Xu Zimo nodded.

…

After sending Vastsky off, word also came from Little Gui: Yu Bo’s cultivation had been crippled.

In the outer court of the True Martial Sacred Ground, some disciples who either lacked talent or hadn’t worked hard enough would eventually be expelled if they failed to enter the inner court on time.

This was a pure survival of the fittest.

Some, before leaving, were desperate enough to take risks.

Little Gui found one such disciple, promised him cultivation resources, and tasked him with crippling Yu Bo’s talent.

Once the job was done, the disciple was supposed to flee the sect with the resources and disappear.

But Little Gui killed him instead.

After all, dead men tell no tales.

As for Yu Bo’s master, an inner court elder, he was furious upon learning what had happened. He investigated thoroughly, but once he found the disciple’s corpse, the trail went cold.

He did all he could, and in the end, personally sent Yu Bo, now a crippled, powerless mortal, out of the sacred ground.

When Ji Baiyu found out, she came to South Goose Mountain to thank Xu Zimo personally.

Xu Zimo graciously accepted the thanks, then raised her monthly Featherflight Crystal payment from 500 to 1,000.

Ji Baiyu left in a storm of anger, grievance, and tangled emotions.

…

A few days later, the sect’s scheduled departure to the Sacred Spring Sect finally arrived.

The escort was the Seventh Grand Grand Elder. Traveling with him were Xu Zimo, Little Gui, and two other disciples:

His personal disciple, Luang, one of the Five Sons of Myriad Arrays, known for his mastery over slaughter arrays;

And the Sixth Grand Grand Elder’s disciple, Cai Yufei.

Early in the morning, the group gathered at the Sky Controlling Pavilion, which housed the sect’s Sageships and Supersonic-Shuttles.

Most sects usually traveled on flying beasts. The True Martial Sacred Ground used to do so as well.

But during the era of Grand Emperor Shen Xing, he had Sageships and Shuttles constructed.

He personally studied flying formations, engraved them into the hulls, and powered them with spirit crystals.

Later, he combined them with spiritforce-gathering array formations, allowing the Sageships to absorb ambient spiritforce mid-flight, reducing crystal consumption dramatically.

Since then, such Sageships had become a status symbol among imperial lineages.

…

The Seventh Grand Elder wore white robes, his long hair tied in a scholarly bun. He looked like a simple intellectual.

He always gave off a calm, refined aura.

To strangers, one would never guess he was a powerhouse of the Empyrean Meridian Realm.

His disciple, Luang, on the other hand, looked fierce and imposing in a purple robe, surrounded by Paragon Meridian Realm pressure.

He carried a round formation disk on his back and a curved blade at his waist.

As for Cai Yufei, disciple of the Sixth Grand Elder, she was a stunning beauty.

Her tight white outfit revealed her curvaceous figure. With short ear-length hair and a three-foot green sword at her waist, she radiated a heroic air, not the softness typical of women.

…

“Since everyone’s here, let’s depart,” the Seventh Grand Elder said.

The massive Sageship stretched dozens of meters long. Its sleek, flowing form shimmered in golden light.

It looked like a ship but was more refined and majestic.

Everyone boarded.

With a thunderous rumble, the holy ship soared into the sky like a streak of light.