I Truly Am The Villian

Xu Zimei turned his head.

He saw Wang Hengzhi from a distance, already shouting, "Ancestor, Ancestor."

"What's the panic? Are there more enemies coming?" Xu Zimei asked.

"No," Wang Hengzhi shook his head.

He said, "The Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation has sent someone."

"What is the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation sending people here for?" Xu Zimei asked in confusion.

"Ancestor, you may not know this, but when the Crown Prince of the Dragon Sea asked us for protection money.

We once thought of using the Thousand Thoughts Tome to seek aid from the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation.

However, at that time, after the news was sent, there was no response from them."

Wang Hengzhi explained, "In the peak days of our True Martial Holy Sect, the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation was on good terms with us.

They were even our vassal power.

But over these years, the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation has severed ties with us.

So this time, whether they are friend or foe, I do not know."

"Whether they are friend or foe, just ask and you'll know," Xu Zimei replied displeasedly.

"If you have to consult me on everything, then what's the point of having you as the Sect Master?"

"Ancestor, that's not what I meant," Wang Hengzhi hurriedly explained.

"It's the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation.

This time they have sent over a dozen people.

Leading them is the National Master Lunri of the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation.

It's said he has reached the pinnacle of the Divine Vein, a powerhouse close to the Great Emperor.

With the Ancestor not by my side, I dare not even speak loudly."

"Why? What can they do here at the True Martial Holy Sect," Xu Zimei asked.

"That's not certain. Our True Martial Holy Sect's prestige has long vanished.

Now, no one takes us seriously," Wang Hengzhi explained.

"Alright then, I'll go with you for a look," Xu Zimei said.

"With the Ancestor accompanying me, even if you do nothing, I have confidence," Wang Hengzhi said with a sigh of relief.

Being the Sect Master has been truly frustrating.

It seems like everyone can bully him.

The worst part is, Wang Hengzhi didn't dare to resist before.

He painstakingly rebuilt the True Martial Holy Sect and does not want it to be destroyed again.

Even though the sect is weak now, at least it still exists and there is hope.

On the way there, Xu Zimei asked again, "An'an should have told you that the sect needs to move away from here.

How are the arrangements going?"

"I have already informed everyone, adopting an attitude to gather resources.

The sect has a total of fifty-three disciples.

Thirty are willing to go.

Of the seventeen elders, only six are willing to leave together."

Hearing this, Xu Zimei was a little surprised.

The number of disciples was more than expected.

But for the elders, only six.

However, he quickly became relieved.

The current elders of the True Martial Holy Sect are mostly here for retirement.

Frankly speaking, those truly considering the sect's interests and wanting to develop the True Martial Holy Sect are just five or six people.

Yet, in a way, this is good too.

It allows for identifying those who are truly loyal to the sect.

Xu Zimei was not in a hurry and let Xiao An'an push slowly.

As for the people from the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation, he let them wait patiently.

...

After a dozen minutes.

Xu Zimei asked, "Where are they?"

"Waiting in the main hall," Wang Hengzhi replied.

"Find me another hall, let them come to see me," Xu Zimei said.

"Coming to the True Martial Holy Sect, there's no reason for me to go to see them."

Wang Hengzhi felt that Xu Zimei was asserting himself, but since he was the ancestor, he had to comply.

He vacated the sect's council hall, and after bringing Xu Zimei inside, he hurriedly went to notify the people from the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation.

...

"Young Master, won't this offend the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation?" Xiao An'an asked worriedly.

In her understanding,

the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation is one of the very powerful capitals in the Heaven Extreme Realm.

On par with the Ancient Dragon Nation.

And their True Martial Holy Sect is merely a minor power struggling to survive, a shadow of its former glory.

"Ignore these so-called worldly etiquettes.

Etiquettes are meant for friends," Xu Zimei replied.

"For others, what's important isn't etiquette, but the size of your fist."

"When your fist is big, nothing else matters.

Take the True Martial Holy Sect for instance.

During its peak, the True Martial Holy Sect made the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation dependent on it, not through etiquette.

Now the True Martial Holy Sect is being squeezed by various forces, not because of etiquette."

Hearing Xu Zimei's words, Xiao An'an nodded.

She felt it made sense as well.

A big fist is the truth of everything.

While they were talking, the people from the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation had also arrived outside.

Before they reached, voices of complaint were already sounding.

"What ancestor? Your True Martial Holy Sect still has an ancestor? What a joke."

"When the mountain is without a tiger, the monkey claims to be king.

Anyone can be an ancestor these days."

"We're here to support your True Martial Holy Sect this time out of past ties.

Still putting on airs at this time, truly not knowing what's good for you."

From the voices, it seemed to be a group of young people.

Sure enough, when a dozen figures entered the hall.

Xiao An'an saw clearly as well.

Among these dozen figures, the one at the front should be National Master Lunri.

Behind him were a dozen well-dressed young men and women.

National Master Lunri hadn't spoken along the way.

However, he didn't stop the disciples from mocking, clearly expressing his dissatisfaction.

Entering the main hall, National Master Lunri's eyes immediately fell on Xu Zimei.

A young man who looked very young, sitting in a wheelchair.

Suddenly, National Master Lunri's eyes shone like two suns.

With a dazzling light.

As if to see through Xu Zimei entirely.

Xu Zimei slightly raised his head.

In his eyes, a faint blade light flashed.

In an instant, the sun wheels shattered, the light dimmed.

With a cry of surprise, National Master Lunri's figure wavered, almost falling to the ground.

"Master, what's wrong?" the young men and women behind him quickly inquired.

"All of you shut up," National Master Lunri scolded the group of young women and men he brought.

Then he turned around and asked with a smile, "Could this be the ancestor of the True Martial Holy Sect?"

Though he was smiling,

his heart was in awe.

The knife wound in his eyes still faintly aching.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party showed no intent to kill, his divine soul would probably have been shattered.

"Knowing pain means knowing fear," Xu Zimei said.

"I am the ancestor of the True Martial Holy Sect.

You seem to have some opinions about me."

"No opinions," National Master Lunri quickly smiled.

He glared at the disciples beside him.

These disciples still couldn't see the situation clearly and wanted to speak up.

Xu Zimei chuckled.

He asked, "I heard you came to support our True Martial Holy Sect?"

"There is naturally a connection between the True Martial Holy Sect and our Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation."

National Master Lunri quickly replied.

"So the moment we saw the aid request, we came as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Xu Zimei let out a cold laugh.