I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 933 - 932: The Secret, Emperor Head

Slaughter Great Emperor had once taken several direct disciples and cultivated them with great effort.

He wanted to pass down his Way of Slaughter.

Unfortunately, in the end, all his disciples failed.

Because the Way of Slaughter involves killing their closest kin, the disciples couldn’t bring themselves to do it.

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Therefore, even after Slaughter Great Emperor ascended, he couldn’t find a true direct disciple.

But to make up for the regret in his heart, Slaughter Great Emperor left behind the Emperor’s legacy, the Emperor Head.

He left all his life’s learning within the Emperor Head.

Moreover, this Emperor Head wasn’t placed within the Purgatory Holy Sect, but instead lost to the outside world.

And he forbade the Purgatory Holy Sect from retrieving it, unless there was someone within the Sect Gate suited to the Way of Slaughter.

This Emperor Head has since become a legend.

In history, there indeed were a few who possessed the Emperor Head, but sadly, a second Slaughter Great Emperor never emerged.

These individuals ultimately brought about their own destruction amidst the killings.

But this didn’t hinder people’s crazy pursuit of the Emperor’s legacy, especially some lunatics who found pleasure in killing.

...

Xu Zimei reflected on his memories about the Slaughter Great Emperor.

These were the stories he already knew; whether there were hidden truths remained unknown.

Now it seemed, all this must be related to the Emperor Head.

And the Emperor Head was in Fan Luoyu’s hands.

Upon hearing Mu Chengmiao’s words, Fan Luoyu turned slightly.

She responded, "I don’t know where the Emperor Head you speak of is."

"If I can speak to you like this, I must be absolutely confident. Playing dumb is pointless," Mu Chengmiao shook his head slightly and replied.

"Aren’t you afraid of dying?"

"Don’t even mention that I don’t have the Emperor Head, even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to you," Fan Luoyu said indifferently.

"Exactly because the Emperor Head is in my hands, that’s how I’ve been able to stay alive until now, right?

If you got your hands on the Emperor Head, my life and death would become meaningless, wouldn’t it?"

Hearing Fan Luoyu’s words, Mu Chengmiao fell into a brief silence.

He hadn’t expected Fan Luoyu to see things so clearly.

Correct, if she died, the trail of the Emperor Head would vanish utterly.

This was why they hadn’t made a move against Fan Luoyu but instead used the Myriad Pill Hall to lure her in.

Even if Fan Luoyu died a hundred times over, it wouldn’t be as important as the Emperor Head.

The significance of this was self-evident.

With this in mind, Mu Chengmiao’s tone softened somewhat as he said, "You should know, not everyone can walk the Slaughter Great Emperor’s path.

Forcefully pursuing it will only lead to self-destruction, a loss not worth the gain.

I promise you, if you hand over the Emperor Head, not only will the Fan Family be safe, you will also receive my help."

Fan Luoyu turned around calmly, not answering Mu Chengmiao’s offer, but instead counter-questioned, "How did my father die?"

Mu Chengmiao was taken aback for a moment, and then fell completely silent.

"Bring me the head of the person behind my father’s death, and I’ll help you find the Emperor Head."

"You know that’s impossible," replied Mu Chengmiao.

"Then there’s nothing to discuss," Fan Luoyu returned and walked straight towards the outside.

"Don’t mention what happened today to Qing’er," Mu Chengmiao’s voice came from behind.

"Don’t worry, I won’t drag Mu Qing into this," Fan Luoyu nodded slightly.

...

The two walked out of the boat, gazing at the multicolored sky, Fan Luoyu took a deep breath.

"How does it feel?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.

"At first, it was really nerve-wracking, but later on, it got better," Fan Luoyu smiled.

"It comes down to life or death in the end."

"So, what do you plan to do next?" asked Xu Zimei.

"To tell the truth, before this, I never thought the enemy would be this strong," Fan Luoyu said with a wry smile.

"I thought it was only a sizable influence within the Immortal City, I didn’t expect it to involve the Slaying Immortal Sect," said Xu Zimei.

"The Emperor Head is in your hands, right?" Xu Zimei inquired.

Fan Luoyu nodded slightly.

"That day, my father found me covered in blood and gave me the Emperor Head, telling me to take it and run. The farther, the better, and not even to stay in the Central Continent."

"Then why are you still here?" Xu Zimei asked.

"I want to avenge my father," Fan Luoyu replied seriously.

"And now? Will you still seek revenge?" Xu Zimei spoke.

"Yes, I will, as best as I can. Even if it shatters me to pieces," Fan Luoyu affirmed with a nod.

"Then you should go back," Xu Zimei responded.

"When will you leave?" Fan Luoyu looked at Xu Zimei and asked in a soft voice.

The cool breeze blew over from the river, her white garment fluttering in the wind like snow. Her black hair also spread behind her, with the scent of lavender wafting through the air.

"I don’t know, it depends on my mood," Xu Zimei stated.

"I really hope you can stay, I feel somewhat safe with you here. But I know I can’t be so selfish," Fan Luoyu said.

"Staying would likely lead to a dead end, the outcome is already determined. So, you’re free to leave at any time, and I will be grateful."

Xu Zimei smiled but didn’t answer Fan Luoyu. Instead, he took off the blindfold.

"This cloth is dirty again, time to change it."

"Should I have someone look at your eyes?" Fan Luoyu asked. "There are many pills in Myriad Pill Hall that should be useful to you."

"No need, I understand my own condition," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

The events of tonight were perhaps too much to take in, and neither of them felt like lingering here anymore. They both returned to Myriad Pill Hall.

Once back at Myriad Pill Hall, Fan Luoyu called Uncle Fu, the shopkeeper in charge of managing the store.

"Miss, just give your orders," Uncle Fu said.

"This predicament, I’m afraid we won’t get past it," Fan Luoyu sighed.

"What do you mean, Miss?" Uncle Fu asked with a somber expression. "Have you learnt something?"

Fan Luoyu nodded slightly and instructed: "Call out all the shop assistants and maids later. Brief them on the situation and tell them we’ve offended the Slaying Immortal Sect. If they wish to stay and face this challenge with us, they will share in Myriad Pill Hall’s future earnings. If they want to leave, give them a generous sum for their travels and let them leave early."

"Miss, this," Uncle Fu said with difficulty. "If they leave, how can our Myriad Pill Hall continue to do business?"

"Don’t worry about business now," Fan Luoyu shook her head. "Also, Uncle Fu, you should leave early too. Take whatever you want from the shop; I’m sorry the Fan Family can’t provide for your retirement."

"What are you saying, Miss?" Uncle Fu said. "This life was given to me by the Family Head, and I won’t leave, regardless of who else does."

After speaking, Uncle Fu turned and went to gather the shop’s assistants.

Meanwhile, Fan Luoyu rubbed her temples with a headache, not knowing what to do next.

...

The sun rose as usual. The fog in the sky was gradually dispersed, and the weather cleared up. The city still seemed to be filled with the festivity of the previous night’s Qixi. A few uninvited guests had already arrived.