I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1399: Something About Wang He, Another Eternal Artifact

Mo Tong could hardly believe her ears as she gazed at Gu Changge in a daze. This astonished expression was a stark contrast to her usually indifferent demeanor, making her appear almost cute. What had the invincible being, who had just battled the ancestor of the Hun clan, claimed? That Gu Changge could suppress the ancestor of the Hun clan with just one finger?

Words eluded her as she struggled to comprehend the shock of such a fantastical notion. It seemed utterly unbelievable. Yet Gu Changge’s expression remained unchanged—calm and composed, showing no signs of denial. Ling Huang, standing beside her, appeared equally unfazed, as if this were something she had known all along.

Could it be that what Bone Ancestor said was true? Mo Tong had always perceived Gu Changge as merely someone with an extraordinary background, thinking the black-robed old man was merely tasked with protecting him. However, the revelation that Gu Changge might actually be the most mysterious and unfathomable figure among them left her in disbelief.

She was taken aback, realizing that Gu Changge was not much older than many of the young cultivators in the immortal civilization, yet he carried an aura of power that set him apart.

Although Mo Tong understood that, at a certain level, age could leave little trace on a cultivator, the revelation of Gu Changge’s true strength was still hard for her to grasp. The realization that he was the most terrifying among them left her in disbelief.

Noticing the stunned and incredulous look on Mo Tong’s face, Ling Huang couldn’t help but purse her lips into a smile. However, her veil concealed her allure, leaving no one to appreciate the beauty behind it.

“Young Master, the ancestor of the Hun clan mentioned that he would come with Zhuo Fengxie to apologize to you tomorrow,” Bone Ancestor reported, his earlier amusement replaced by a serious tone.

Gu Changge nodded, unfazed by the news.

“Zhuo Fengxie is a smart person. After this incident, he should understand what needs to be done.” His instruction for Bone Ancestor to act had been a calculated move to put pressure on Zhuo Fengxie, ensuring he would recognize the gravity of the situation.

Although Zhuo Fengxie was cautious, he now understood the strength of Bone Ancestor and recognized the choice he had to make moving forward.

“What’s the latest move of Chu Lian?”

Now that Gu Changge had achieved his goal, he didn’t intend to waste any more energy on the current situation. Instead, he inquired about the whereabouts of Chu Lian, who had come to the immortal civilization alongside him.

Once matters here were resolved, he would consider acquiring the treasure from Chu Lian. He had spent enough time planning to wear away the last remnants of the alien personality within Chu Lian. A wise bird selects the best tree to roost in, and a good minister chooses the right master to serve.

Although Chu Lian had obtained the treasure and recognized its owner, he had effectively tied his life to it. However, since the Supreme Treasure possessed an independent and intelligent spirit, it would naturally seek fortune and avoid misfortune. Moreover, Gu Changge had previously set in motion various schemes to ensure this outcome.

The spirit of the treasure should also recognize that Chu Lian, having lost the protection of the variable, would no longer be able to safeguard it. In this civilization, powerful beings were abundant, and there might even be existences comparable to the Dao Realm who could notice the anomaly within him and attempt to seize the treasure without regard for the consequences.

To mitigate this risk, Gu Changge had arranged for Ling Huang to monitor Chu Lian’s whereabouts, ensuring that no one could take advantage of the situation and snatch the ripe fruit that rightfully belonged to him.

Hearing this, Ling Huang replied, “That fellow Chu Lian has been staying with the younger generations of the Spiritual Royal Family that I arranged. There hasn’t been anything unusual for a while.”

“Very good,” Gu Changge said with a faint smile as he walked to the window of the pavilion, his hands clasped behind his back.

From this vantage point, he could clearly see the entire Gufeng Ancient City laid out before him. Smoke and clouds lingered in the air, mist transpiring with the rising luck of certain areas, where cultivators, surrounded by images of dragons and tigers, leaped and thrived. In other parts of the city, purple auras floated and danced, while golden light surged upward, painting a vibrant tapestry of life and energy.

As a landmark ancient city of the Zhuo people, Gufeng Ancient City had existed for countless epochs, weathering the sands of time and the tempests of thunder.

Suddenly, Gu Changge noticed something that piqued his interest. Bone Ancestor and Ling Huang followed his gaze, but they saw nothing out of the ordinary.

“Chaos Inn? If I remember correctly, this is the property of the Zhuo Clan, right?” he mused aloud.

“Gu ask Zhuo You to come see me; I have something I want to know.”

Gu Changge spoke casually, his eyes sweeping across the magnificent inn that loomed like an ancient city. He quickly looked back, focusing on the tall, clear gray stone tablet standing at the inn’s entrance. The tablet was intricately engraved with the two ancient characters for “Chaos.”

These characters were clearly crafted by a powerful hand, exuding a strong and domineering essence. The clear brilliance and chaotic energy that lingered around it indicated that it was indeed something extraordinary.

However, what Gu Changge truly cared about was not the inn itself, but the individuals residing within it. He had sensed an abnormal aura during the Ten Thousand Clans Arena incident, but it had been fleeting, and at the time, his attention was focused solely on Mo Tong, leading him to overlook it.

Today, however, that same abnormal aura had resurfaced, clearer and stronger than before.

“By the way, go and inform the owner behind the Ten Thousand Clans Arena; let her come to see me as well,” Gu Changge instructed.

As Ling Huang was about to leave, he called her back, wanting to ensure Hong Gui was included in this meeting.

Soon, the somewhat apprehensive Hong Gui followed Ling Huang to the pavilion. Zhuo You, standing nearby, had already briefed Gu Changge about the Chaos Inn. While it was indeed owned by the Zhuo Clan, the origin and information about the guests staying there were well-guarded, adhering to the strict rules established by the Zhuo Clan.

But since it was Gu Changge who wanted to know, then this rule was, of course, irrelevant.

Hong Gui’s pretty face reflected her apprehension, and she found it hard to remain still. Stealing a quiet glance at Mo Tong nearby, she struggled to reconcile the image of the beautiful girl—who seemed to be carved from ice and snow—with the dead soldier who had once exuded a bloody aura.

However, compared to that confusion, Hong Gui felt more worried and anxious, entirely unaware of why Gu Changge had suddenly summoned her. She had witnessed the battle between the ancestor of the Hun clan and the old man in the black robe at the Ten Thousand Clans Arena, a scene that left her startled and terrified, causing chills to run down her spine. It was astonishing to think that such a formidable being, one comparable to the ancestor of the Hun clan, could appear as a mere servant before Gu Changge.

“I wonder, Mr. Gu, why have you called me here?”

Hong Gui asked, summoning her courage. She reassured herself that she had not offended Gu Changge in any way.

On the contrary, during these days, people had been sent to resettle the group of gray-haired girls.

“You don’t have to be nervous. I just want to ask you something. Just tell me what you know in detail,” Gu Changge said casually, glancing at her.

Hearing this, Hong Gui let out a sigh of relief; the stone that had been weighing on her heart finally fell to the ground.

“I don’t care what the young master wants to ask; I will tell you everything I know,” she hurriedly replied.

“I want to ask you about a man named Wang He… You should have had a lot of contact with this person, right?” Gu Changge smiled lightly.

Hong Gui was startled, wondering why Gu Changge had suddenly asked about Wang He. Could it be that Gu Changge had discovered that Wang He wanted to take the gray-haired girl away that day?

She didn’t dare to think too much or ask too many questions. At this juncture, even if she had some friendship with Wang He, she wouldn’t risk hiding anything.

“To tell the truth, Mr. Gu, Wang He and I do know each other. I accepted some kindness from him back then, so…” Hong Gui took a deep breath and began explaining her friendship with Wang He and her understanding of him in detail.

“Oh, I see…” Gu Changge replied, his interest piqued. “Is he the owner of the Scavengers Sect?”

After listening, Gu Changge’s expression turned intrigued as he repeated the name of the sect. He didn’t press Hong Gui further, and soon after, she was sent out by Ling Huang.

“What is going on…?”

Hong Gui’s expression remained a bit dazed as she pondered why Gu Changge had suddenly asked about Wang He. Could it be that Gu Changge was aware of Wang He’s terrifying talent and his imminent breakthrough to the Dao Realm in just ten thousand years?

Perhaps he valued talents as he did with the gray-haired girl. Hong Gui was filled with speculation but found it difficult to voice her thoughts. Until Gu Changge revealed even a hint of his intentions, it would be challenging for her to find Wang He and inform him about this.

The heavenly elder of the Zhuo Clan, Zhuo Wu, was set to hold a ceremony to accept apprentices a few days later, announcing the event to the world. During this time, an uproar ensued as many ancient ethnic groups within the immortal civilization received news and invitations. In numerous great universes and realms, various forces sent their clansmen with congratulatory gifts.

Meanwhile, in the territory of the Zhuo Clan, news of Hun Yuan Jun, the ancestor of the Hun Clan, appearing and battling against the black-robed elder beside Gu Changge spread far and wide, igniting waves of rumors. Countless cultivators and beings discussed the incident, their shock palpable.

The Eternal Domain was a unique boundary within the immortal civilization, home to the ancient and mysterious Eternal Race. This clan preferred to call themselves the Eternal Protoss, devoutly believing in an eternal God who they claimed created the entire world, including time and space. According to their beliefs, the Eternal Protoss were the chosen people of this Eternal Beginning God, who was regarded as the original source of the immortal civilization and the very essence of all spirits in existence.

However, the number of Eternal Protoss was rare. Despite their powerful talents and strengths, breeding offspring proved to be a challenge. In the vast Eternal Domain, aside from the Eternal Protoss, other ethnic groups and sects were affiliated with this race, each boasting remarkable backgrounds. Collectively, they formed a force with deep foundations within the entire immortal civilization.

Sun Lake was a peculiar landscape nestled deep within the Eternal Domain, perpetually surrounded by the true fire of the sun. This vast lake, resembling the scorching sun in color, contained an abundance of fire essence. As a result, vegetation struggled to grow along its shores, leaving only gleaming golden sands and enormous stones standing upright, creating a surreal terrain.

Wisps of red-gold clouds drifted above the surface of the lake, and every ray of rosy light emanating from it held an extraordinarily high temperature capable of annihilating anything in its path. Even the most resilient immortal gold could be burned and transformed into a vaporous state under such intense heat.

Many of the massive stones found here were composed of purer and stronger materials than most forms of immortal gold. However, very few creatures dared to tread upon this land, let alone extract materials for use as refining tools.

At this moment, in the depths of Sun Lake, an ethereal figure sat quietly amidst the swirling waters, resembling a wisp of smoke and mist. Hundreds of millions of rosy clouds intertwined around her, continuously flocking to this figure, evoking the imagery of an ancient immortal who feasted on the clouds and drank the morning dew.

Her face remained obscured by a haze, with only a pair of moon-like eyes visible, radiating an otherworldly glow. She wore a long golden dress that flowed with shimmering light, moving gracefully against the backdrop of the clouds, embodying the essence of an ancient sun goddess. This noble and timeless figure occupied a realm where ordinary cultivators dared not venture, adding to the air of mystique surrounding her.

In front of her, the lake appeared almost ordinary.

Saint!

Son of God, please see me.

Suddenly, several female figures emerged on the shore of Sun Lake. Their faces were obscured by the divine brilliance of the sun, yet they could not conceal their formidable auras.

“Don’t want to,” the figure sitting in the depths of the Sun Lake replied calmly, her voice betraying no hint of emotion.

Although this place was not a forbidden realm of the Eternal Protoss, it was rare for any creatures to venture here on ordinary days. She had chosen this location for her cultivation because the unique aura resonated with her, providing the ideal environment for her practices.

Who would have thought she would be found here? Furthermore, aside from those present, even the elders of the Eternal Protoss were unaware of her whereabouts. How, then, did the Eternal Son of God come to learn of it?

“It seems that he has placed eyeliner around me.”

As the contemporary saint of the Eternal Protoss, she had been hidden from the world for a long time, only emerging in this era, which granted her an extraordinary status. Even the elders of the Eternal Protoss did not dare to be presumptuous in her presence. Yet here was a mere god, bold enough to place spies around her.

The woman in the golden dress smirked at the thought, but her expression soon returned to calm.

“Saint, the elder has an order. Elder Zhuowu of the Zhuo clan has sent an invitation for you to accompany the Son of God. This is also the patriarch’s wish.”

“It is reported that the patriarch and others have sensed the fluctuation of another eternal artifact…”

At the mention of the Eternal Artifact, a spark of interest ignited in the woman’s moon-like eyes, revealing a glimpse of her inner turmoil.