I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 948: The future seedling of the Dao realm, she reacted far more violently

Chapter 948: The future seedling of the Dao realm, she reacted far more violently

“Secretly hiding your head and showing your tail, I want to see who you are.” The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with golden light as he fixed his gaze on the void nearby. With a cold snort, he waved his sleeve, unleashing a formidable aura that rippled through space, seemingly ready to unveil the hidden figures.

Had it not been for the ancestral insight earlier, a brief glance in that direction, he might not have detected the presence of cultivators spying in the shadows. This realization left the middle-aged man feeling a bit disgruntled and embarrassed. As an imminent enlightened being, the remaining cultivators in the remote mountain village were nearly imperceptible, especially in the presence of their ancestors.

Witnessing the middle-aged man’s actions, the villagers were frightened, their faces paling, and those already kneeling trembled even more. While unaware of the middle-aged man’s intentions, they keenly felt the fear he emanated.

“Why do this in front of mortals?” The old Daoist expressed dissatisfaction with the middle-aged man’s behavior, furrowing his brow and softly reprimanding.

Wang Xiaoniu, taken aback, also turned pale. His initial encounters with cultivators had been with the amiable old Daoist, leading him to subconsciously assume that all immortals shared a similar disposition. The intimidating nature of the middle-aged man caught him off guard.

“Yes, Patriarch.” The middle-aged man, scolded by the old Daoist, quickly adjusted and suppressed his coercion. Nevertheless, a lingering coldness remained in his eyes as he continued to gaze at the void.

“As a cultivator, is that how you show off your prestige in front of ordinary people?” At that moment, a faint figure emerged from the void. Cloaked in white with a veiled face, the woman spoke calmly, unperturbed by the middle-aged man’s strength.

It was the living Buddha in the eyes of all the villagers in Green Mountain Village, the girl surnamed Su.

“Miss Su…”

Seeing the woman in white clothes appear, all the villagers couldn’t help being surprised, and some couldn’t help but exclaim. Chen Arya shouted excitedly. In their eyes, Miss Su was also a powerful cultivator, gentle and kind, treating everyone equally. Miss Su had helped them a lot over the years.

The middle-aged man in front of them was also a powerful cultivator, but he was fearful and disturbing. The two were completely incomparable.

“Sister Su.” Wang Xiaoniu couldn’t help shouting, a little excited. He didn’t expect the woman in white to appear there. In the past, after private school was over, she would leave and return to her elegant house. It was very difficult for the rest to see her. But today, she actually showed up here, which was too surprising.

“I didn’t expect that there would be such a beautiful woman hidden in this small mountain village. What a surprise.” When the middle-aged man saw the woman in white appear, he was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of amazement flashed across his eyes. What surprised him the most was the cultivation of the woman in white. Although her age and bone age seemed relatively young, she was already at the level of the quasi-emperor.

Although this great world was suitable for cultivators to practice, reaching the quasi-emperor level was rare. Quasi-emperors were not common; they held enough power to dominate large territories and establish ancient religions. Yet, the woman in white gave him the impression that such cultivators were easily attainable.

The old Daoist didn’t seem surprised by the existence of the woman in white. He took a brief look and then looked away. In another era, a quasi-emperor might cause a stir, but in the current troubled times, even enlightened people or true immortals were just cannon fodder. The woman in white wasn’t worthy of his attention.

“I didn’t expect that a quasi-emperor would appear in this remote mountain village. It is indeed surprising,” the woman in white responded flatly. She paid more attention to the old Daoist, whom she couldn’t see through. As for the middle-aged man, even though he was in the same realm, he wasn’t of concern. In the same realm, she couldn’t find an opponent and was confident in her strength.

The appearance of these two people in Green Mountain Village was truly surprising, especially when they expressed an interest in seeing Wang Xiaoniu. This left the woman in white puzzled, as she had been in Green Mountain Village for decades and knew the villagers well. Wang Xiaoniu, though suitable for cultivation, lacked the corresponding roots of wisdom.

Unless he was willing to spend a lot to reshape his roots. But instead of paying a huge price, it was better to find a new seedling. This left the woman in white wondering if the two of them had other purposes.

“The unicorn is hidden deep in the mountains. What a surprise! Isn’t the girl also living in seclusion in this small mountain village?” The middle-aged man, seeing that the cultivation level of the woman in white was similar to his own, put away his initial contempt. He habitually put his hands behind his back, showing a touch of majesty, and asked, “Your Majesty, I come from the Kongtong Hidden Sect. I wonder what the girl’s name is?”

“Kongtong Hidden Sect?” The woman in white raised her brows slightly, not having the impression of this sect in her mind. She had never heard of such an orthodox force in the upper realm before. If there was a relationship with immortals, it was very likely that the ancestors were born with real immortals.

Seeing that the woman in white didn’t answer his question, the middle-aged man frowned, a little displeased. However, the old Daoist seemed to have expected that he would get angry, so he waved his hands and said in a flat tone, “We are not here to show off.”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man’s complexion changed, and he hurriedly said respectfully, “Remember the teachings of our ancestors.” The pupils of the woman in white shrank inadvertently. The middle-aged man called this old Daoist his ancestor, and he was related to immortals. Could it be a true immortal?

In the current world, true immortals were not uncommon; even in Green Mountain Village, she had heard many rumors about true immortals. During this period, changes had taken place in many places, and many ancient ancestors inherited from the immortal forces were born, with unfathomable strength. Among them, there were even existences beyond true immortals.

An old Daoist suspected of surpassing a true immortal suddenly appeared in Green Mountain Village, asking for Wang Xiaoniu by name? No matter how you look at it, this seemed abnormal.

“The old man has no malicious intentions; he just wants to take this child as a disciple. Don’t worry, girl. If I really want to hurt this child, girl, you can’t stop me.” The old Daoist seemed to perceive the woman in white’s thoughts. He stroked his beard, offering a kind smile, displaying a much gentler attitude compared to the middle-aged man.

The surrounding villagers could also sense it. The old Daoist’s background was likely not simple, and even Miss Su appeared somewhat apprehensive. However, the old Daoist’s demeanor was very gentle, devoid of any malicious intent. Many people felt relieved and envied Wang Xiaoniu greatly.

“Since the senior said so, I feel relieved,” the woman in white nodded. The old Daoist was correct – if he harbored malicious intentions, she, with her strength, wouldn’t be able to resist him.

Because of Miss Su’s presence, the villagers of nearby Green Mountain Village collectively sighed in relief. Chen Ya’s family had initially planned to arrange a marriage between Wang Xiaoniu’s family and theirs, seeking their assistance. But they never anticipated this turn of events.

Whether it was Chen Ya or Chen Erya, they couldn’t help but envy Wang Xiaoniu. Who wouldn’t want to attain immortality if given the chance? Unfortunately, such a blessing wasn’t in the cards for them.

As Wang Xiaoniu was still young, the initial fear of the middle-aged man dissipated with the old Daoist’s gentle demeanor. Curiosity took over, and he began to inquire about many things. The old Daoist patiently explained, and the nearby villagers gained new insights.

Regarding the concept of the sword bone mentioned by the old Daoists, they didn’t fully comprehend it. However, they understood that behind the old Daoist and the middle-aged man lay a very ancient and powerful sect.

The senior Daoist was even more advanced in age; he held the position of patriarch in this ancient Daoist lineage, known as the Kongtong Hidden Sect. The middle-aged man, a descendant of the old Daoist, also held a powerful position as an elder within the sect.

“Kongtong Hidden Sect…” The woman in white stayed and speculated about this ancient orthodoxy. It seemed to be a sect that had recently emerged, having concealed itself from the world prior to that, and she remained oblivious to worldly affairs.

The old Daoist patiently responded to Wang Xiaoniu’s questions, intending to take him away from his current home and back to the sect for cultivation once his fate had been determined. He believed that, with his guidance, Wang Xiaoniu could become a peerless sword immortal within a century.

Wang Xiaoniu was not an ordinary individual. The seasoned Daoist, with his abilities, attempted to deduce Wang Xiaoniu’s past and future forcibly. However, all they could discern was a vague scene shrouded in chaotic mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

At his level, he could effortlessly understand the past and future of even powerful cultivators. In his eyes, anyone else was like an open book, detailing that person’s life. He could read it at will and even make revisions. Yet, when it came to Wang Xiaoniu, it was as if he encountered a dense fog, preventing a clear view of his past and future.

This unexpected challenge excited the old Daoist. He realized he had stumbled upon a treasure, a potential variable in the legend. Even if Wang Xiaoniu turned out to be the reincarnation of a formidable ancient cultivator, his past cultivation would likely match, if not surpass, his own.

In the present great world, the secrets of the heavens were chaotic, and the Daos were elusive. Some variables and anomalous entities might emerge when the times demanded, shaped by catastrophic events. In previous eras, it was almost impossible for an individual with extraordinary talents to appear. The right time, place, and people were all essential, requiring significant time for accumulation. These exceptional individuals were formed through the collision and evolution of countless moments, capable of breaking common sense and transcending the shackles of heaven and earth.

Therefore, in the eyes of the old Daoist, Wang Xiaoniu in front of him was a budding figure destined for the future Dao realm. The old Daoist felt a surge of emotions, believing that Wang Xiaoniu might be the chosen one born amidst the chaos of this world, destined to play a crucial role in combating external threats and saving all beings.

Meanwhile, on the village road in the distance, Wang Erniu, Wang Xiaoniu’s father, was returning with a carriage. Villagers greeted him, casting envious glances his way. Behind Wang Erniu, Gu Changge, wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a backpack of unsold melons and fruits, accompanied him.

Despite missing the peak market hours, Wang Erniu was grateful for Gu Changge’s assistance. Many young girls took advantage of the situation to strike up conversations with Gu Changge and make purchases. In an attempt to shield Gu Changge from unnecessary attention, Wang Erniu bought a bamboo hat and placed it on him, covering his face temporarily.

As Wang Erniu approached, Wang Xiaoniu, engaged in conversation with the old Daoist, shouted excitedly to share the good news with his father. The old Daoist, observing Wang Xiaoniu’s filial piety, expressed his approval with a smile, recognizing Wang Xiaoniu’s simple and teachable nature.

While Chen Ya’s family was captivated by the tales of immortal fate shared by the old Daoist, their attention quickly shifted when Wang Erniu returned. In the world they inhabited, matters of immortal fate were beyond their reach, but potential marriage prospects were within grasp.

Chen Ya, eager and nervous, tightly clutched her dress, anxiously eyeing the figure behind Wang Erniu. However, it was the woman in white, Su, who had a more intense reaction.

“What?” The woman in white named Su reacted more strongly to the sight of Gu Changge.