I'm Really a Villain-Chapter 1308: A Fight With You, Huang Xuequan

"In the next few days, I’ll first train the general outline of the consciousness entity, and then input my own memories into it.”

"Since it’s about divine sense, if there’s anything you don’t understand, feel free to ask me,” Xu Zimei said.

Actually, he also practices this external body technique, but he’s different from Wu Zhaodi.

The other person practices it purely as consciousness, while he practices it as a complete external body.

As for the candidate for the external body, it was actually prepared a long time ago.

Previously, when he visited the Eternal Ancient Continent, he had borrowed a physique, which is now placed within the Divine Continent.

Now is just the right time to use it.

The defense of the Tianluan Immortal Palace is not strict; after the two passed through the gates, they didn’t encounter many disciples along the way.

Perhaps it is because the only Miyun Mountain in the Immortal Palace is perilous, with snow accumulating year-round, making it difficult for ordinary people to ascend.

Or perhaps, due to the disciple competition, most people went to watch, allowing the two to move on unimpeded.

"I’m looking for someone,” Wu Zhaodi said halfway.

She took out a boneless golden fish from the Storage Ring and then squeezed it directly.

"Grandpa Wang is a Fish Spirit who trained to become human; he gave me a fish bone, and as long as I crush it, he can sense wherever I am,” Wu Zhaodi explained.

"After my mother was harmed and I became destitute, Grandpa Wang was the only one who protected me.”

Shortly after Wu Zhaodi’s voice fell, a figure flew over from afar at high speed, riding the winds and breaking the waves.

In an instant, the old man’s figure, with a strong presence, had reached the two of them.

"You’re mad, how dare you come to the Tianluan Immortal Palace,” the old man exclaimed in astonishment without asking much.

"I’ll get you out of here.”

"Grandpa Wang, don’t get excited,” Wu Zhaodi smiled.

"If I can come, naturally I’m not afraid of them.”

Grandpa Wang gave Wu Zhaodi a puzzled look, ensuring she wasn’t controlled or seized in some way.

Only then did he look at Xu Zimei.

"The kid who drifted from the Fan Sea?”

Back when Xu Zimei floated to Fan Sea Village on a leaf, Grandpa Wang and Wu Zhaodi were together, so he naturally had seen him before.

"Let’s hear it, what plan do you have?” Grandpa Wang led the two to a secluded place and asked.

"We’ve come today to destroy this Tianluan Immortal Palace,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

"Or maybe let her become the Palace Master of the Immortal Palace somewhat carelessly.”

Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Grandpa Wang gave him a look as if he were a fool.

"We’ve allied with the Haotian Sect,” Wu Zhaodi quickly explained.

"They owe me a favor, so they agreed to help us,” Xu Zimei said.

"Really?” Grandpa Wang still found it hard to believe.

"Grandpa Wang, when have I ever lied to you? You’ll find out soon,” Wu Zhaodi said.

"I heard the sect is holding a disciple competition; I’d like to see Huang Xuequan.”

"I’ll take you there, at the Immortal Court Platform,” Grandpa Wang said.

With his guidance, the three headed towards the Immortal Court Platform, moving unobstructed along the way.

"After Huang Xuequan took office, anyone who had a different opinion from him was basically dismissed.

Some were even imprisoned.

He had only recently assumed office and doesn’t want too much bloodshed; otherwise, none of these people would survive,” Grandpa Wang spoke of the current situation at the Tianluan Immortal Palace.

"I understand, eliminating dissidents,” Wu Zhaodi nodded.

The three passed through an Immortal Gate, and the nearby sounds of clamor began to reach their ears.

"Go Lu Senior Brother, fight for our Heaven Light Hall.”

"Cha Senior Brother, hit him, use your Mixed Yuan Six Harmonies Slash.”

A large number of disciples surrounded the Immortal Court Platform shouting; this so-called Immortal Court Platform is a piece of open-air high platform.

Who knows what material it’s made from.

It floats in a circular form, surrounded by vast immortal mist.

Two figures are battling on the Immortal Court Platform, with disciples encircling the platform tightly.

The higher-ups of the Tianluan Immortal Palace are seated on floating chairs that are even higher than the Immortal Court Platform.

These seats are enveloped in immortal light, gleaming like gold.

The silhouette of those sitting appears tall and imposing.

"They are imitating the Holy Court,” Grandpa Wang said from the side.

"Holy Court?” Xu Zimei frowned slightly.

He harbored strong distaste for the name, as the opponent was always a subtle rival.

The Yuan Central Continent, when he was bearing his destiny, the opponent had already noticed him.

"Yes, I heard the founder of the Immortal Palace was once summoned by the Holy Ancestor.

Had the chance to visit the Myriad Tribulations Holy Court and returned amazed as a Heavenly Being,” Wu Zhaodi nodded in agreement.

"The Immortal Palace is modeled after the Holy Court, but reportedly, their imitation wasn’t successful, turning out poorly.”

Xu Zimei remained silent, his gaze lingering on those seated in the floating chairs above.

Eventually, he shifted his gaze back to the Immortal Court Platform.

One of the men had already been defeated, while Senior Brother Lu stood proudly atop, with imposing momentum.

"Senior Brother Lu Zhian will likely be at the top of the list again this year,” a disciple said enviously.

"Why use ‘again’? I remember Senior Brother Lu was only second last year.”

"Shut up, the first-ranked Wu Yu’nie has been expelled from the Immortal Palace, so naturally, Senior Brother Lu is the first now,” a follower of Lu Zhian retorted.

"After all, Senior Brother Lu is the direct disciple of the Palace Master, it’s not surprising.”

"Is anyone else willing to challenge?” Lu Zhian asked disdainfully, looking around.

The surroundings fell silent, no one dared to respond.

"I’ll fight you,” a woman’s voice came through suddenly.

Lu Zhian frowned slightly; he thought the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, he widened his eyes, as if recalling something.

The crowd parted, and Wu Zhaodi lightly stomped her right foot, her whole body like a duckweed, rising into the air and leaping onto the Immortal Court Platform.

"Will this be a problem?” Grandpa Wang said worriedly.

"Consider it a pre-meal dessert,” Xu Zimei laughed.

"It’s Senior Sister Wu,”

"How could Wu Yu’nie dare show up?”

"This is getting interesting, as far as I know, Lu Zhian’s record against Senior Sister Wu has never resulted in a victory.”

The disciples around immediately became interested, discussing amongst themselves.

On those seats above, the one sitting in the middle was a man with blood-colored hair.

He appeared more androgynous.

His face was gentle, blood-colored long hair draped over his shoulders and fluttered in the wind, donned in a white Qiankun Robe, with an Immortal Wheel exuding a faint glow behind him.

"How dare she return,” Huang Xuequan clenched his right hand tightly, gripping the seat beside him.

"Walking right into the trap.”

He didn’t believe Wu Zhaodi was that foolish; there must be some other purpose. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Palace Master, should we capture her?” a nearby elder asked.

"No rush, since she’s entered the Tianluan Immortal Palace, capturing her is just a matter of time,” Huang Xuequan said coolly.

"Let’s watch, see what she ultimately intends.”

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