I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1072 - 1071: I’m Here to Make Trouble

Chapter 1072: Chapter 1071: I’m Here to Make Trouble

“Who are they?” The disciple on the left looked towards Xu Zimei and his companion, asking indifferently.

“We are from the Heaven Martial Sect,” Xia Wanqing replied.

Hearing Xia Wanqing’s words, Lin Yunhen was taken aback.

Throughout their journey, he only knew their names but had not dared to inquire further about their origins.

It was also lucky that he had never spoken ill of the Heaven Martial Sect.

“From the Heaven Martial Sect?” The two gatekeeping disciples were momentarily stunned, and then they gave both of them a once-over.

They asked, “Doesn’t the Heaven Martial Sect only have one slot? Where did two of you come from?”

“I’m just accompanying her. Once she’s settled, I’ll be leaving,” Xu Zimei responded.

“You can come in,” the two disciples pointed at Lin Yunhen, replying, “Those from the Heaven Martial Sect need to wait.”

“Why should we wait?” Xu Zimei asked.

“If told to wait, just wait. What’s with all the nonsense,” the disciple on the left replied irritably.

“Come with us.”

He took Lin Yunhen and started walking towards the Taoist Courts.

However, no sooner had he turned around than it seemed like he was pushed by a force, tumbling down the more than a thousand steps outside of the Taoist Courts.

“Junior Brother Cheng,” the disciple on the right shouted anxiously.

“Let’s go in,” Xu Zimei said, leading the way into the Taoist Courts.

“This isn’t right, it’s akin to breaking in,” Xia Wanqing said hesitantly.

“Didn’t you see their aggressive approach? No need to be overly modest,” Xu Zimei waved it off.

Only upon entering the Taoist Courts could one truly appreciate the appearance of the outer sect.

If one were to describe it in a word, it would be “vast.”

Thousands of Bodhi Trees, which enlighten the mind and clear the vision, are planted, surrounding the Avenue to Heaven and stretching far into the distance.

Above the firmament, islands float and jade palaces hang in the air.

Divine Beasts draw countless mountain peaks across the sky, while others absorb the Essence of Sun and Moon.

Immortals, Immortal Trees, ethereal figures.

With one breath, it’s like a whale swallowing copious amounts of Spiritual Energy.

Xia Wanqing even felt her stagnant cultivation was on the verge of a breakthrough.

“Brother Xu,” Lin Yunhen, who had followed into the Courts, said.

“Should we go find an Elder first?

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If we get caught, it’s all over.”

“It’s fine, I know someone here,” Xu Zimei waved it off.

“So Brother Xu has acquaintances here; that will make things much easier,” Lin Yunhen sighed in relief.

“When did you have acquaintances in the Qianniu Taoist Court?” Xia Wanqing asked quietly.

“Xiao Buhui, remember?” Xu Zimei replied.

Xia Wanqing’s expression froze, and she dumbly followed behind Xu Zimei.

Walking down this Avenue to Heaven, they began encountering some disciples on both sides.

“Where is Xiao Buhui?” Xu Zimei casually grabbed a disciple and asked.

“Who are you? Daring to call Brother Xiao by his name directly?” The disciple looked at Xu Zimei, answering coolly.

“Core Disciple Xu Zimei, don’t you recognize me?” Xu Zimei replied just as coolly.

“You aware of the Three Hundred Immortal Mountains? I reside on the two hundredth peak.”

The Qianniu Taoist Court was too extensive, and disciples numbered well over a million.

Xu Zimei didn’t believe these disciples could remember each person.

The disciple was flustered by the bluff, feeling the name seemed somewhat familiar.

However, it’s better to err on the side of caution than to dismiss the possibility.

If he truly was a Core Disciple, then he was in for a great windfall.

“So it’s Brother Xu, my respects, my respects,” the disciple hurried to greet him.

“I am Junior Brother Chen Xing, blind though I have eyes; please don’t take offense.”

“Take me to Xiao Buhui,” Xu Zimei instructed, waving his hand.

“Please follow me, Brother. Brother Xiao usually resides atop Lone Cloud Peak,” Chen Xing hurriedly replied.

Lin Yunhen and his companion listened with hearts pounding; such blatant impersonation—if discovered—would likely add another crime to their charges.

“Brother Xu, you seem rather unfamiliar,” Chen Xing asked with a smile along the way.

“I mostly focus on my cultivation and rarely show myself. As you know, competition within the Three Hundred Immortal Mountains is fierce,” Xu Zimei replied calmly.

“I understand, I understand,” Chen Xing quickly nodded in agreement.

While chatting, the three of them arrived at a mountain peak.

This peak soared into the clouds like a pillar holding up the sky, covered with gray pines and cypresses.

“We are now at Lone Cloud Peak,” Chen Xing responded.

“Got it, you can go back now,” Xu Zimei gestured with his hand.

“Brother Xu, my name is Chen Xing, if you need anything in the future, feel free to ask me,” Chen Xing hurriedly introduced himself.

Xu Zimei gestured with his hand.

He looked at the mountain peak in front of him and said to the two people: “Go find Xiao Buhui, then have him take us to the Taoist Source Land.”

“That doesn’t seem appropriate,” Lin Yunhen replied.

“The Taoist Source Land is not a place just anyone can visit.”

“I’m here to cause trouble, don’t you understand that?” Xu Zimei retorted.

Lin Yunhen’s figure instantly stiffened in place.

“No way, Brother Xu, you must be joking,” Lin Yunhen hurriedly said.

“Does what I’m doing seem like a joke to you?” Xu Zimei counter-questioned.

He took the lead and started walking up Lone Cloud Peak.

Leaving behind Lin Yunhen with a face of utter despair.

The environment of Lone Cloud Peak is quite nice, veiled in clouds and permeated with Immortal Qi.

“Brother Xu, wait for me,” Lin Yunhen’s loud shout came from behind.

He was seen sprinting up the mountain as well.

“What? Decided to follow along?” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

“Since we’ve already started on this dark path, might as well keep going,” Lin Yunhen said.

“Besides, I don’t believe Brother Xu is the kind of person who would come here just to find death.”

Xu Zimei shook his head, smiling wryly.

Ascending Lone Cloud Peak had the air of looking down on all the other mountains.

Xiao Buhui’s residence was indeed quite impressive.

Midway up the mountain, the group came upon a courtyard.

The decorations of this courtyard weren’t luxurious but had the feel of an Immortal’s Daoist abode.

The perimeter wall was uniformly built of green bricks and tiles.

Stepping through the gate, they saw an ancient Bodhi Tree planted in the middle of the courtyard.

Next to it stood a statue of an old man.

“Is Xiao Buhui here?” Xu Zimei called out several times.

The next moment, footsteps were heard.

Xiao Buhui, in a blue robe with his hair neatly bound by a headband, came out from the inner house.

“Who is calling for me?”

“Long time no see,” Xu Zimei said with a light laugh.

Seeing the group, Xiao Buhui’s expression changed, and he said awkwardly: “Who let you come to Lone Cloud Peak? Get lost.”

“Just came to see you, don’t be so hot-tempered,” Xu Zimei smiled.

With a wave of his hand, a tremendous force descended.

Soon, the void shattered, and a giant hand from the sky suppressed down from above.

“What do you want to do?” Xiao Buhui shouted.

He exuded an imposing aura, trying to burst out from underneath the suppressive force of the giant hand.

With a “boom,” a muffled explosion sounded, and Lone Cloud Peak trembled for a while.

Dust billowed, and Xiao Buhui’s body was forced to kneel on the ground, unable to move.

“Remember what I said? The name Xu Zimei will become your upcoming nightmare,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

“You’ve got some nerve, daring to commit violence within the Qianniu Taoist Court,” Xiao Buhui shouted.