I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 1217: 1216: Entering the Final Battle, Refusal

Chapter 1217: Chapter 1216: Entering the Final Battle, Refusal

Xu Zimei felt a hint of doubt, as the world knew that the White Emperor followed the Empress to participate in the final battle, and then completely vanished.

From then on, White Emperor Mountain became a land without a master.

Encountering the White Emperor here again, Xu Zimei couldn’t help but be astonished.

“This is an external manifestation of myself. There’s no need for surprise,” the scholar-robed man said with a laugh.

“I am the White Emperor, but not the true White Emperor.”

“Are you looking for me for something?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Because I offended you by not kneeling?”

“No, no, it was merely a test. Those who do not kneel, those with pride in their bones, are the ones eligible to meet me,” the scholar-robed man shook his head with a smile.

“The White Emperor left behind a legacy, with the purpose of finding someone to inherit it.”

“I’ve come for the legacy, but not to become his successor,” Xu Zimei said.

“What’s wrong with being the White Emperor’s successor?” The scholar-robed man chuckled.

“When the White Emperor reigned over the Nine Domains, he was a prominent figure in the Primordial Era.”

“I only seek the Traceless Compass, nothing else concerns me,” Xu Zimei replied.

“If you’re willing to be his successor, I can offer the entire inheritance with both hands.”

“Surely there must be a price to pay for becoming the successor?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Naturally. As a successor, one must inherit the White Emperor’s will,” the scholar-robed man said with a smile.

“I have no desire to inherit someone else’s will,” Xu Zimei shook his head and declined.

And he did not bother asking what kind of will it was.

“Think it over clearly. If you refuse, it means you willingly abandon the inheritance.

You must join them in the battlefield for the final showdown,” the scholar-robed man reminded.

“Then I will go to the showdown,” Xu Zimei said calmly in response.

“Very well, I shall grant your wish,” the scholar-robed man waved his hand, and the void began to tremble.

Soon, a misty gray cloud enveloped Xu Zimei completely, swallowing him whole.

After Xu Zimei disappeared, the child servant turned to the scholar-robed man and asked, “I feel he quite resembles the White Emperor; why not speak further with him?”

“He’s far from the White Emperor,” the scholar-robed man shook his head with a smile.

“The White Emperor understood the ways of men, knowing when to stop.

But he—his innate arrogance leaves no room for anyone in his sights.”

“I don’t see it at all,” the child servant muttered.

“You lack discernment when it comes to people,” the scholar-robed man shook his head and replied, “But I do admire him.

Yet people like him either achieve immortal feats in the future or find themselves killed.

There are only these two outcomes.”

The child servant nodded with half comprehension.

………

Xu Zimei’s vision pierced through the mist.

When he reappeared, he was once again inside the White Emperor’s tomb.

The surrounding crowd gathered together, watching him closely.

“What’s wrong?” He turned his head, startling everyone.

“Awake, awake at last,” someone sighed with relief.

“Young Master Xu, what happened to you just now?” Feng Buxiu asked from the side.

“Indeed, just now your Divine Soul seemed to leave your body, we thought something had happened to you,” Chu Feiyang also asked.

Looking at their expectant gazes, Xu Zimei smiled.

He replied, “Nothing happened.”

“Is Young Master Xu hiding something?” From the Nine Ghosts Academy side, Wu Daozi sneered.

“It seems like he’s discovered something extraordinary.”

“Indeed, and if I am hiding something, what of it?” Xu Zimei countered.

“Everyone here is a competitor. I am not your father, so what obligation do I have to tell you?”

“You…,” hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Wu Daozi’s expression instantly turned grim.

“Enough, if Young Master Xu refuses to say, then let’s not force the issue,” Chu Feiyang stepped forward to mediate and said.

“The showdown site has already been activated. It’s better for everyone to quickly choose their contenders.”

“Our Nine Ghosts Academy has already made our choice,” Wu Daozi glanced at the woman in the tight black outfit beside him.

He said, “Seven Kills, you take it from here.”

The woman lazily stretched, her flawless figure fully revealed, and finally nodded.

On the Monster Temple’s side, Wang Nu stepped forward first, signaling clearly.

As for Ciyuan Temple, the previously kind bald novice monk reluctantly stepped forth with an apologetic expression.

Wujian Academy, naturally, sent Emperor Feilian.

From the Dragon Demon Sect came Heavenly King Xiang, a hulking figure with a body like the Bull Demon, all muscle.

As for Sin Prison, their choice was the Ghost Crown Prince, adorned with a bamboo hat, his entire form concealed in a black robe.

Beneath the hat, half of his face was exposed, faintly revealing the character “Sin” etched onto it.

And as for Northern Hill, though the Clan Leader had passed, Ji Jiuning remained, standing resolutely, intent on competing.

In front of the nameless stone stele, a massive vortex emerged before the crowd.

An overwhelming pull floated within the void.

“Enter,” Xu Zimei aligned in a straight line with the others.

Together they stepped into the vortex.

As their figures vanished, Chu Feiyang smiled and said, “Everyone, let us watch together.”

Only then did the vortex begin to dissipate, eventually projecting an image into the void.

The image displayed the scene of the showdown territory.

The battleground was no mere empty field for straightforward fighting.

It was once the site where the White Emperor and his enemy clashed. After his enemy’s death, their body transformed into the very terrain of this showdown arena.

Dangers lurked throughout, so much so that in previous times, many talented disciples had perished there before even engaging in combat.

……

When Xu Zimei appeared in this space.

The surroundings were nearly in ruins, with dilapidated, broken houses standing tall.

The ground beneath him was scorched soil, wisps of smoke rising into the air.

As Xu Zimei steadied himself, a faint fragrance reached him.

It carried the elegance of jasmine with a fiery intensity akin to roses.

Xu Zimei turned to look, only to see Ji Jiuning had been transported alongside him.

At this moment, she was gazing at him with tender, watery eyes.

“My lord, it seems fate continues to bind us,” Ji Jiuning said with a smile.

“Do you not understand that the rules of this battleground require us to slaughter one another?” Xu Zimei replied indifferently.

“My lord need not kill me, I will not compete with you,” Ji Jiuning said softly, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

“On the contrary, I can even aid you in dealing with others.”

“And why would you do that?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Because I want to find the enemy who hunted us down,” Ji Jiuning’s aura shifted as she replied with quiet resolve.

“Your enemy?” Xu Zimei suddenly recalled something Feng Buxiu had told him earlier.

“You suspect it’s the doing of these factions.”

“Indeed, and that’s why I wish to probe them for answers,” Ji Jiuning said.

“The rankings don’t matter much to me.”

“That’s quite interesting,” Xu Zimei nodded, then said, “But I’m sorry, I decline.”

“Wh-why?” Ji Jiuning froze for a moment, surprised.

“I can’t think of a reason to refuse.”

“Because I can handle them myself; why would I need your help?” Xu Zimei said calmly.

As soon as his words fell, the ground beneath him began to tremble violently.

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