This Is What a Villain Is Like

Her younger sister, Su Qingyao, had already gone to an academy to cultivate and was unlikely to return anytime soon.

As for her family, apart from her parents, there was little else she felt attached to.

"I’ve already sent word to the Dao Cang Sword Sect, so you don’t need to rush to register. After we return to the Imperial Capital Jingyang City and you’ve paid respects to the elders, I will personally escort you there," Jiang Lan said with a slight nod.

"I will follow all of the Young Master’s arrangements," Su Qinghan said, offering a slight curtsy.

Having said that, she hesitated, seeming to have much more she wanted to say to Jiang Lan.

However, Jiang Lan had already started flirting and joking with the other women by his side.

They giggled, their faces flushing red, their eyes shimmering as they looked at him, wishing they could press themselves against his body.

’If even Su Qinghan could be taken into Young Master Jiang’s chambers, and our looks are no worse than hers, who’s to say we don’t have a chance?’

Watching this, Su Qinghan pressed her lips together. Her fair hand tightened on the hem of her dress, then slowly relaxed. A strange vexation rose within her, and seeing no point in staying, she quietly took her leave.

...

Jiang Lan paid Su Qinghan no mind. His thoughts were actually on his next moves.

’The clue to the Immortal Embryo Creation Dew is in Nantai County. It won’t take long to get there from Jiangling County.’

’But even though I know where the Immortal Embryo Creation Dew is, getting the token will still take some effort.’

In the original plot, a startling phenomenon would appear on Purple Mist Mountain in Nantai County a few months later.

A purple mist would spread for thousands of miles, alarming the various Sects and Noble Families and prompting them to dispatch their younger generations to investigate.

The Great Xia Empire would also send the Observatory and the Immortal Suppression Bureau to look into the matter. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Afterward, the manor of the Purple Mist True Monarch would appear, leading all the major powers to fight over it.

The Purple Mist True Monarch was a Great Power from an ancient era. He cultivated using an Ancient Technique, fed on mist and clouds, and devoured the Sun and Moon. His power was unfathomable.

He once cultivated on Purple Mist Mountain, triggering a startling celestial phenomenon. It was suspected to be an Ascension in the Daylight, with a rosy afterglow that stretched for thousands of miles.

Later generations thus named the local mountain range Purple Mist Mountain.

However, Jiang Lan, who knew the plot well, was aware that the manor left behind by the Purple Mist True Monarch was actually divided into two parts: the Ming Mansion and the Dark Mansion.

The manor that was about to appear was only the Ming Mansion, which contained some of the treasures and blessings left by the Purple Mist True Monarch.

The Purple Mist True Monarch’s true legacy, as well as the Immortal Embryo Creation Dew—a divine object capable of defying fate and changing one’s destiny—were all kept in the Dark Mansion.

Only those who held his token could enter the Dark Mansion and receive his legacy and fortune.

And the token left by the Purple Mist True Monarch had been given to his benefactor long ago and had since been passed down to their descendants.

...

"Master..."

Meanwhile, as Su Qinghan was leaving the City Lord’s Mansion and heading back to the Su Mansion to say her farewells, her face filled with astonishment as she saw the woman who had suddenly appeared before her.

It was a woman with a cold expression and an ethereal air, as if she did not partake of worldly food. Her black hair was bound in a jade coronet, pierced by a simple wooden hairpin. She wore a loose, gray robe, but it could not conceal her proud, curvaceous figure.

Spiritual mist seemed to swirl around her, like smoke and rain, creating a hazy veil. Her face seemed to be obscured by a glowing fog, making it difficult to see clearly, but for a pair of exceptionally bright and clear eyes.

She stood before an arched bridge teeming with people, yet no one seemed to notice her.

Only after Su Qinghan drew closer did she finally confirm that the newcomer was her master, Yuqing Zhenren, an Elder of the Dao Cang Sword Sect.

Her jade-like face—fair, smooth, and shimmering with a pearly luster—bore almost no trace of age. No one would have been surprised to hear she was Su Qinghan’s older sister.

"Master, why have you come here?"

An expression of deep admiration and respect immediately appeared on her face.

"I came to see you."

Yuqing Zhenren’s words were brief and to the point. Her cold gaze swept over Su Qinghan, and then her dark brows furrowed as if she had noticed something.

It was as if a bitter cold had descended upon the world, and the temperature suddenly dropped.

"Master?" Su Qinghan asked, a little confused.

Yuqing Zhenren masked the disturbance in her expression and sighed softly.

If Su Qinghan’s coldness stemmed from pride and confident self-admiration, then her master’s was an otherworldly coldness that paid no heed to the mortal realm—transcendent, detached, and ethereal.