I Truly Am The Villian

Guan Wumian felt that the current True Martial Holy Sect was like knowingly heading towards danger, led astray by Sect Master Chu Yishan, almost to the point of distortion.

A single World Immortal was sufficient to destroy the True Martial Holy Sect, not to mention those sects allied with him.

Which one of them isn't stronger than the current True Martial Holy Sect?

Recalling the flourishes of the True Martial Holy Sect in its prime, it's a pity that the successors are incompetent and have allowed it to fall to this point.

Seemingly angered by Guan Wumian's retort, Chu Yishan coldly snorted.

He said directly, "Now, we and the World Immortal are mortal enemies.

We've hunted him down for so many years, and now that he's grown in power, how could he just let it go so easily?

Can you be sure that just if we sue for peace, he would be willing to let it go?"

"You two, don't get so worked up. The World Immortal hasn't appeared yet, and here we are fighting amongst ourselves," the nearby Deputy Sect Master Bai Heqing quickly chimed in.

"Old Bai, then you tell us, whose argument is more reasonable?" Chu Yishan asked directly.

Bai Heqing chuckled and replied, "Actually, both of you made reasonable points.

I think, how about this, we first concede a bit and see what their attitude is.

If they are willing to negotiate, all the better.

But if not, we can prepare to fight. Making a two-pronged preparation seems best."

"To sue for peace, we must show an attitude of seeking peace," Guan Wumian said beside them.

"Since this matter arose because of your son, first capture your son and hand him over to the World Immortal when he arrives, letting him decide."

With a loud "bang", the table in front of Chu Yishan shattered under his palm.

He shouted angrily, "You want me to watch with my own eyes my son being killed before me? Guan Wumian, what is your intention?"

Guan Wumian wasn't intimidated either, slapping the table in front of him and standing up with an imposing demeanor, "I would like to ask you instead, because of your son's actions, the entire True Martial Holy Sect must pay the price.

Do you still have the qualification and face to continue as Sect Master?"

"You both need to calm down," the Second Elder beside them said with a smile.

"We are all family, don't let discord hurt our harmony.

Can't we put the Sect Master's son on hold? If we can't even protect our own disciples, what would the other disciples think?

Why not wait until the World Immortal arrives and see what he demands, then we can discuss further."

Guan Wumian gave the Second Elder a deep look.

This Second Elder had always been aligned with the Sect Master and often aimed to replace him as the Great Elder.

The Sect Master would certainly be unwilling to hand over his son, which was an unsolvable knot.

Guan Wumian suddenly felt a bit weary. Even handing over Chu Yishan's son might not resolve the current situation.

Not to mention there is no sincerity in the offer.

But to use force was not Guan Wumian's wish; with such enemies approaching, their own ranks shouldn't be in chaos.

"Since you all think it doesn't matter, I won't say more.

At most, it is just a death—for the sect's sake, it will be a worthy death."

Guan Wumian stood up and walked out somewhat disheartened.

... ...

"Brother Zimo, shall we go in?" Lin Ruhu asked, clearly frustrated after hearing the discussion.

"With people like these, how can the True Martial Holy Sect ever develop?

I really don't know how this generation's Sect Master was chosen."

"Initially, I intended to reveal our identity directly, but now it seems there's no rush," Xu Zimei smiled.

"Some people still need to die, otherwise even solving the World Immortal issue won't allow the True Martial Holy Sect to progress."

"I think Guan Wumian is rather good," Lin Ruhu remarked.

"My father certainly is the best," the child Guan Xingshu promptly noted from beside them.

After leaving Eternal Ancient Peak, Guan Wumian didn't seem to be returning but was heading in another direction.

"My father is probably going to the Emperor's Tomb," Guan Xingshu remarked.

"The Emperor's Tomb?" Lin Ruhu inquired.

"What kind of place is that?"

"The True Martial Holy Sect was led to its peak by the Five Emperors of one sect.

The Emperor's Tomb was specially built by the sect to commemorate the ancestors."

Guan Xingshu, though young, seemed to know quite a lot.

"I've only been to the Emperor's Tomb once; inside lie the true figures of the Five Emperors, and on the day they achieved emperorship each year, the sect goes to pay respects."

"Let's follow and see," Xu Zimei suggested.

Crossing over Eternal Ancient Peak, the current True Martial Holy Sect has changed considerably from the past.

The domain under the sect's control has shrunk significantly, though within the sect, divine symbols still transform, immortal cranes cry aloud, and swimming dragons enter the sea.

Yet beneath this peak prosperity is an unmistakable decline, an ongoing one.

... ...

The Emperor's Tomb, held in high regard by the sects long ago, now also bore a layer of dust around its surroundings.

It was a grand palace, adorned with flying phoenix carvings, divine beasts as tiles, spiritual grasses as walls, golden pillars resembling dragons, and doors transforming into phoenixes.

Guan Wumian arrived alone, walking slowly into the palace.

The setup inside was simple.

In the center stood the statues of the Five Great Emperors, crafted with significant effort to resemble the true forms of the Great Emperors.

Guan Wumian grew up listening to the legends of these Five Great Emperors.

Before the true forms of the Five Emperors was a spacious altar for offerings.

Guan Wumian lit incense, respectfully offering it to the Five Emperors, calling it incense fire spirit, much like mortal imaginations of divine spirits being worshipped.

For a cultivator, one's own Great Emperors are akin to divine spirits, and incense should certainly be offered to the Emperors.

After offering incense, Guan Wumian knelt below and began to recount his pleas.

"Ancestors, unrivaled in your power, yet we successors fall short. Amid this tumultuous storm that fills one with despair, I hope the ancestors in the Upper Realm might have the spirit to bless the Holy Sect through this tribulation safely."

After his supplication, Guan Wumian prepared to leave, but upon seeing the dust within the hall, he paused.

He settled his mind, beginning to clean the dust inside.

He used no cultivator's methods, fearing disturbance to the hall's tranquility, but instead wielded a broom, cleaning peacefully.

The dust-covered Emperor's Tomb—was this not the beginning of the True Martial Holy Sect's decline?

The glory of the ancestors is perhaps no longer valued.

Suddenly, Guan Wumian heard the sound of footsteps.

He slightly frowned; for someone to come to the Emperor's Tomb at this hour.

It should be known that aside from the days of worship, generally, no one has the privilege to enter.

Moreover, his Divine Sense couldn't detect the presence of others; if not for the sound of footsteps, he wouldn't have noticed.

In these turbulent times for the True Martial Holy Sect, he was also a startled bird.

"Who goes there?" Guan Wumian lightly called out.

"Father," at this moment, the voice of Guan Xingshu sounded, as he hurried over.

Guan Wumian was taken aback, "Xing'er?"

Looking towards the entrance of the hall, he saw Xu Zimei and three others walking in slowly.

Besides his own child, the other three were unfamiliar faces, yet when his gaze fell on Xu Zimei, there was a very unfamiliar sense of familiarity.

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