I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1492: The means of Tianxiang Sect, we will have to rely a lot on Mr. Gu

Lin Shuixuan was built along the Zigui River, with rows of pavilions and palaces, all surrounded by misty rain and clouds. Even at night, the lights shone brightly, the sound of the piano drifted leisurely, and the melodies of silk and bamboo filled the air. The graceful singing of many women echoed through the atmosphere, creating an enchanting ambiance.

It was as if the sound was heavenly, yet had the effect of a cat’s claws scratching at one’s heart, causing many cultivators who had stopped along the riverbanks to become entranced, unable to pull themselves away. The few women leading the way ahead were accustomed to encountering young masters like Chu Xiao. After a brief moment of surprise, they quickly let go of their initial respect, laughing and chatting with him while softly introducing the most famous oirans of Lin Shuixuan.

Chu Xiao responded with a smile, booked a private room for himself and Chu Xiao’er, and generously gifted them a few divine weapons. Such generosity from a young master was rare, causing the women’s eyes to shimmer with admiration as they secretly committed his image to memory.

“Call for all the most famous women of Lin Shuixuan,” Chu Xiao said smoothly. In the private room, immortal mist floated around, filling the air with an elegant floral fragrance. Sipping his wine and casually waving his folding fan, he exuded a carefree attitude, the image of a man who had recently come into possession of rare divine artifacts.

Given Chu Xiao’s wealth, he hardly lacked such treasures. His actions were always generous, befitting his reputation as the number one playboy of Xian Chu. At that moment, his heart swelled with excitement and anticipation. Lin Shuixuan, after all, belonged to the Tianxiang Sect, and the women who had just brought the drinks were far more captivating than ordinary mortals. Draped in light gauze, with graceful figures, they could be mistaken for fairies elsewhere.

What was most striking was their clear, pure aura, far holier than the holy maidens of some prominent sects. Chu Xiao even suspected that these women might be disciples sent by the Tianxiang Sect for worldly training. Sometimes, the most beautiful women weren’t the renowned oirans or noble ladies; rather, some female disciples of the Tianxiang Sect would hide among the ordinary maids, waiting for fate to bring them the right person.

“Please wait a moment, young master,” one of the women said, her eyes growing brighter as she observed Chu Xiao. It was clear to her that this young man must have an extraordinary background, though it was not easy to inquire about his identity. After all, some disciples of the most powerful sects would conceal their true identities, even when visiting a place like Lin Shuixuan.

After the women left, Chu Xiao’er, unable to contain himself, said excitedly, “Master, this Lin Shuixuan truly lives up to its reputation with the backing of the Tianxiang Sect. The women here are all so beautiful and charming, and their cold, holy demeanor is absolutely captivating.”

Chu Xiao snapped open his folding fan with a flourish and nodded in admiration. “This is indeed the formidable method of the Tianxiang Sect. They had to come down to this world to experience it all. The feeling of bringing fairies and saints down from their lofty heights is something beyond explanation to others.”

As he spoke, his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm and anticipation. Meanwhile, on another floor of Lin Shuixuan, another swirl of immortal mist lingered. This place seemed to float in the void, yet was filled with liveliness. It was the highest level of Lin Shuixuan, known as ‘Thirty Days Beyond the Sky,’ and it radiated the essence of an immortal family.

Only the most distinguished guests of Lin Shuixuan were permitted to enter this area, but now it had been taken over by the young leaders of the most powerful sects from all over, who had gathered there for a small, exclusive meeting.

The air was filled with smoke and clouds, bathed in a heavenly glow, as graceful figures in flowing white dresses sang and danced. Not far from the curtains, a slender figure played the strings of a zither, her jade-like fingers gliding across the instrument. In the nearby banquet room, Zi Yunchuan wore a self-satisfied smile as he introduced Gu Changge’s origins and identity to his companions.

Young elites from Lingshen Cave, Guangming Temple, Tianxiang Sect, Yuxu Temple, and other powerful forces had gathered, each of their statuses equal to Zi Yunchuan’s. Together, they formed the most influential group in the Xi Yuan civilization, capable of causing a major stir in the outside world with just a single move.

Gu Changge, with a faint smile on his face, remained quiet, sitting calmly as he sipped his tea.

“I didn’t expect Brother Gu to come from such a place. Now it all makes sense,” remarked a tall, mighty man in astonishment after hearing Zi Yunchuan’s introduction. He was Zhao Tianfan, one of the strongest contemporary disciples of Lingshen Cave, a force as powerful as Zixiao Mountain within the Xi Yuan civilization.

“I knew it,” Zhao Tianfan continued, “Brother Yunchuan wouldn’t accompany anyone without a good reason. Now we understand.”

“Servant Cai Yun greets Mr. Gu,” a woman in colorful clothes with a charming face said, smiling as she cast a bright gaze toward Gu Changge. Her eyes seemed to shine with a strange light. This was Fairy Cai Yun, whom Zi Yunchuan had mentioned—one of the strongest contemporary disciples of the Tianxiang Sect and a close confidante of Zi Yunchuan.

The holy maiden of Guangming Temple and Daoist Ming Ying of Yuxu Temple also looked on in admiration. Even for those as proud as Zi Yunchuan, they knew they might not have commanded his respect. But now, seeing how much he revered Gu Changge—having explained that he was rescued by Gu Changge from a spatial crack—left everyone in awe.

Considering what Zi Yunchuan had just revealed, the notion that Gu Changge might have come from a mysterious and forbidden place seemed plausible. After all, those from such places commanded immense respect, even from the elders of the most powerful sects.

“Indeed, if it weren’t for Brother Gu’s intervention, you might not be seeing me here today,” Zi Yunchuan said with a smile. “Brother Gu’s strength is beyond comprehension. In the current Xi Yuan civilization, I doubt you could find a peer capable of standing against him, even among the oldest hidden sects.”

“We will all need to rely on Brother Gu when we enter the Wanzang secret realm.”

Zi Yunchuan said this purposefully, intending to make it clear to everyone how close he was to Gu Changge. The benefits of such an association were clear.

“Brother Zi is too kind,” Gu Changge responded lightly, placing his teacup down gently. “There are always those more powerful, and the Xi Yuan civilization is full of hidden talents. I dare not be overly confident.”

Hearing this, Fairy Cai Yun smiled, then gracefully stood up. She rolled up her sleeves and, with light steps, picked up a wine glass, filling it for Gu Changge.

“Mr. Gu, there’s no need for such humility,” she said softly. “I don’t believe I could ever be your match. Since Brother Yunchuan speaks so highly of you, we’ll all be relying on you in the Wanzang secret realm.”

As she spoke, her breath seemed to linger in the air, seductive and alluring, while she approached him slowly, her pale fingers delicately holding the wine jug.