I’m Really a Villain

However, the reality is cruel after all. He went to Emperor Lineage Immortal Sect, and also went to many first-rate and second-rate sects, but in the end all failed due to shortcomings in various aspects.

Yue Buli remembered very clearly,

It was a rainy night,

He curled up beside a big tree and wept.

"The road of a warrior is destined not to be smooth sailing," the old man's words sounded in his ears.

He raised his head slightly. That night, the old man told him a lot.

Before leaving, the old man asked him with a slight smile, "Do you want to practice?"

His heart seemed to slow down half a beat, and he nodded excitedly and in disbelief.

The old man brought him into the sect and accepted him as his personal disciple.

Only later did he know that the sect was called Tianjianzong, and his master was the second suzerain of Tianjianzong.

"Sword Master Baiyun!"

Master wanted to carry forward the Heavenly Sword Sect with all his heart, and at that time he secretly swore in his young heart.

"I want to spread the name of the Heavenly Sword Sect throughout the Far West, and let those sects who rejected him see how powerful I am."

Young thinking is naive.

Maybe bring some stubbornness and unwillingness of young people.

But what is valuable is that after all these years, his original intention has never changed.

But after all, his aptitude is limited, and the resources of the sect are also difficult to train too strong warriors.

Perhaps hard work is really just the humblest way to succeed.

He can only focus on the inheritance of the great emperor, if he can get a copy of the inheritance of the great emperor.

Then as long as he is given time, he is confident that even if he cannot compare with Emperor Lineage Immortal Sect, he can still compete with the first-class sect.

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He slaughtered Ren's family and hunted down Ren Pingsheng. Not only would Ren Pingsheng feel sad, but he also felt uncomfortable inside.

Humans are not plants, so how can they be ruthless, why is it that even plants that have achieved success in cultivation understand feelings.

He and Ren Pingsheng have known each other for more than ten years, he is not cold-blooded, but he chose the sect between his brothers and the sect.

No one will understand his pain and suffering, because he is the one who raises the butcher knife, and everything is just his own fault.

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The corners of Yue Buli's eyes were a bit blurry, if he just died like this, it might be a relief.

He seems...too tired of living.

The wind whistled past his ears, just when he thought he would be smashed to pieces.

His body lightened suddenly, as if someone caught him in the air.

He was lying in a warm embrace, Yue Buli raised his head, and saw an old man catching him.

He looked at the old man, and the old man looked at him.

The atmosphere seems to be a little... ambiguous!

"Great Elder, you," Yue Buli was about to say something, but the Great Elder shook his head and replied, "Don't talk, kiss me."

Cough cough, the above sentence is purely the author's skinny!

"Don't talk, you are seriously injured now, we have invited the ancestral coffin out, you should cultivate well."

Hearing the Great Elder's words, Yue Buli nodded, and then began to use the exercises to restore his messy body little by little.

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Beside Tianjian Peak, several elders from the sect came running over carrying two coffins.

One of the two coffins is black and the other is white.

The black coffin is engraved with a sword pattern, while the white coffin is filled with white clouds.

"Your Excellency, do you want to be immortal with my Heavenly Sword Sect today?" the Great Elder looked at Ren Pingsheng in the sky and asked.

"When he slaughtered my Ren family back then, did he think about staying alive?" Ren Pingsheng asked with a distorted face.

The devilish energy in his body was even stronger, and almost half of the sky was covered by black mist. He was like a demon king who was indifferent to the sky, just standing condescendingly, looking down at the entire Tianjianzong.

"Open the ancestral coffin." The First Elder also knew that there was no room for relaxation, so he naturally didn't want to let the threat of Pingsheng go outside.

If Ren Pingsheng is not beheaded today, if he wants to take revenge on Tianjianzong in the future, the disciples of the sect will not even dare to step out of the sect.

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The elders used a special method to wake up the ancestral coffin, and all the disciples of Tianjianzong bowed down.

"The ancestors founded the sect here in the past, defeated the powerful enemies, and the small ones, and then they were incompetent and disturbed the ancestors to sleep. I hope the ancestors will help us through this difficult time."

The Great Elder stood in front of the ancestral coffin and said with a sad expression.

He knew that every time the patriarch came out of the coffin, it would not only consume a large amount of dust and blood stones, but also consume several years of life.

For people whose lives are coming to an end, let alone a few years, even a few seconds are precious.

Following the words of the Great Elder, the white ancestral coffin beside him began to tremble.

Blossoming white clouds bloomed around the ancestral coffin.

"White clouds are blossoming, how sad.

How many years has it been? "An old voice came from the ancestral hall.

"Master, it has been two hundred years since you fell into a deep sleep," the Great Elder replied hastily.

Watching the ancestral coffin's coffin boards open little by little, Yue Buli's body trembled slightly.

He still remembered that rainy day, when the old man brought him into Tianjianzong, everything in his memory was so unforgettable.

One after another, white clouds filled the entire earth. When the white clouds spread out before their eyes, everyone was startled.

In the days of the Canggou, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, it seems that the past is like clouds and smoke.

The hostility in everyone's heart has gradually calmed down, and the world is in peace.

"This, could this be?" An old disciple who was paying attention to the battle in the distance was shocked and speechless when he saw such a vision.

"Patriarch Baiyun, who is known as Baiyun Sword Master, is the previous suzerain of our Heavenly Sword Sect," a disciple said with a trembling voice.

Sword Master Baiyun belonged to a figure hundreds of years ago. For many disciples, such a figure only existed in the historical records of the sect.

And when the real person appeared, many people couldn't help but get excited.

The coffin was completely opened, and an old man in a white robe with gray hair came out.

The old man does not have a domineering aura, he looks very indifferent, and he feels very kind when he smiles.

He held a fly whisk in his hand, like someone out of this world, even though he had been asleep for hundreds of years, his clothes were still spotless.

"If the white coffin is Patriarch Baiyun, what about the black coffin next to it?" A disciple asked suspiciously.

"Could it be?" Some disciples seemed to have thought of something, their eyes were wide open, and there was an expression of disbelief on their faces.

"Old Man Tianjian," someone said the name in a trembling voice.

Can't help these disciples not being shocked, it is really the old man Tianjian who has had too much influence on Tianjianzong.

Whether it was he who established the sect with his own hands, or the legend of the ancestor of Tianjian Peak who slashed a powerful enemy and split Wuming Peak with a single sword, they are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

A few weeping willows were blown by the breeze, and under the fluttering willow leaves, the black coffin began to tremble under the attention of everyone.