This Is What a Villain Is Like

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On the road leaving the Chi Yao Sect’s encampment, Chu Chan’s mind was in turmoil. She felt a little sentimental, but more than that, she felt a sense of vindication.

Of course, she was also very clear-headed. She knew that Jiang Lan had given her all of this, and he could take it all away at any moment.

Compared to Su Qinghan, she currently held no significant advantage.

’If I had to name one, perhaps it’s the novelty I offer? Or that I’m more obedient?’ At this thought, her sense of urgency suddenly intensified.

With these worries on her mind, Chu Chan soon stopped at the entrance of a rather remote alley.

She hesitated for a moment before walking in.

This place was called Wuyi Lane. Inside, there was a clothing shop run by Merfolk. The garments were made almost exclusively of Jueqiao, a fabric as light as smoke and as ethereal as mist, creating a hazy, dreamlike effect.

When worn, it could perfectly accentuate a woman’s graceful figure and curves, leaving endless room for imagination.

She had never set foot in a place like this before. In the past, she had scrimped and saved, and it would have been impossible for her to spend even a single extra Spirit Stone on food or clothing.

But now... everything was different.

Composing herself slightly, Chu Chan lifted the black gauze curtain at the entrance and stepped inside. She was immediately greeted by a beautiful and charming Merfolk girl.

"Miss, is there anything you’re looking for?"

The Merfolk girl’s gaze fell upon Chu Chan’s accessories and dress, and the look in her eyes clearly became much more respectful and fervent.

’This outfit marks her as either rich or noble.’

’But what ordinary woman would seek out this place, unless she truly had a penchant for such daring clothes?’

But she didn’t dare to speculate carelessly about Chu Chan’s identity.

Chu Chan maintained a calm and composed expression, simply saying, "Show me around and give me some recommendations. This is my first time here."

The Merfolk girl understood at once. "This way, Miss," she said.

With that, she led Chu Chan up to the second floor.

Not long after, Chu Chan came back downstairs, her fair, flawless face tinged with a rosy blush. She tried her best to maintain a calm and composed expression.

The Merfolk girl’s words still echoed in her mind: "Miss, you have such a wonderful figure, and your legs are especially long and slender. If you wear this, your beloved will definitely love it..."

Although Chu Chan didn’t fully understand such compliments, she could vaguely grasp their meaning.

’But those silk socks, as light as smoke with a hazy black hue... aren’t they a bit too long?’

’Aren’t silk socks usually white?’

She didn’t think too much about it.

Soon, after paying the bill, a slightly pained Chu Chan left Wuyi Lane. She decided to trust the Merfolk girl’s words.

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「At the same time, thousands of miles away from Anyang City.」

A towering, precipitous mountain stood here, its height immeasurable. Ancient trees flourished upon it, its peaks were green and its valleys verdant, with clear springs babbling and mist swirling through the air.

On a cliff face, a waterfall like a silver river hung, plunging straight down and kicking up a vaporous mist.

A fair-faced, rather handsome youth had taken off his Daoist Robe and was gritting his teeth under the plunging waterfall, allowing the torrent of water to relentlessly slam against his body.

His seemingly frail body was beginning to show the faint outlines of strength.

On the bank, a Cyan Bull with a glossy coat and eyes like bronze bells was lounging in a human-like posture. It leaned lazily against a massive green rock, its two hind legs crossed and a blade of grass dangling from its mouth.

"That’s it, just like that. Hold on for another half-incense stick’s time, and you’ll have officially entered the first stage of your Rock Skill," the Cyan Bull spoke in a human tongue. Its voice was as clear and crisp as a child’s.

"Master..."

The youth under the waterfall began to speak, but the Cyan Bull cut him off, saying unhappily, "Don’t call me Master. Your master is my master. You are my young master. Just call me Dahuang."

The youth still didn’t quite understand why a cyan bull would be called Dahuang.

But he still nodded and said, "Dahuang, when can I return to Zixia Temple to get my revenge on Luo Fei and the others?"

The youth was none other than Chu Yun, who had miraculously survived the fall from the cliff that day and been rescued by the Cyan Bull.

Though he was still young, the memory of being robbed of his treasure by his fellow disciples and then thrown from a cliff to be left for dead weighed heavily on his mind.

He wished he could find them right now and cut them down with his own hands to avenge himself.

The Cyan Bull sneered, "With your paltry strength right now, you want revenge? Focus on your training and improve your strength first. Then we’ll talk."

"Although your mind developed late, you at least possess the rare Fighting Saint Body. As long as you train step-by-step, you will shine brilliantly in the near future."

"Getting revenge will be a simple matter then."

Chu Yun nodded, his face showing determination and composure. ’Dahuang is right. For a gentleman, ten years is not too late for revenge.’

’I’ve only just reached the entry stage of the Rock Skill. There will be plenty of opportunities for revenge in the future. Those senior brothers have profound Dao Practice; I’m no match for them right now.’

"That master of mine, the Zixia Daoist, is no good person either. He clearly promised my sister he would take good care of me and Fu, but he just stood by and did nothing while Fu was bullied by those wicked disciples. In the end, Fu died from his illness, his body wrapped in a straw mat and tossed into the wilderness..."

Chu Yun’s fists clenched, a cold, hateful light showing in his eyes.

Although his mind had been slow before, it didn’t mean he lacked those memories; he just hadn’t understood them at the time.

Now that his mind was sharp and intelligent, he had recalled all of those events.

The Zixia Temple’s Temple Master, the Zixia Daoist, had tricked his sister into trusting him by claiming a past connection with their Chu Family. She had then confidently entrusted him to the Zixia Daoist’s care while she went off alone to seek a master and pursue the Dao.