This Villain Ch.110

Chapter 110: Yu Le’s Nature

The high-level demon beast, standing over two meters tall with wings on its back, let out a miserable howl before crashing to the ground.

The hundreds of spirit swords embedded in its body all dissolved into white light and returned to Mo Cunzhi’s hand.

With just one move from his sword formation, he killed the high-level demon beast that had previously thrown over twenty junior disciples into a dangerous crisis.

Even though they were aware of the difference between themselves and their senior brother, the disciples of the Wuyue Immortal Sect couldn’t help but look up to him with admiration in their eyes.

They had been in the secret realm for several days, having ventured deep into its core, where the demon beasts had progressed from low to mid-level.

They could still handle the mid-level demon beasts, but the high-level ones posed a life-threatening danger to these still inexperienced disciples.

Fortunately, their senior brother was there, like a solid barrier, stepping in to remove the threat whenever the junior disciples could no longer hold out.

He was also like an emotionless sword—once the crisis was resolved, he would withdraw and continue silently guarding them from the side.

Not only was his strength remarkable, but his appearance was equally outstanding.

Despite wearing the same plain black robe year after year and maintaining an expression devoid of softness, his moon-like and jade-like good looks remained entirely undiminished.

In fact, that cold and indifferent temperament, untouched by the outside world, had only become another reason for his allure after he had just displayed his immense power.

These junior disciples, who had previously had little contact with their senior brother, couldn’t help but develop a sense of longing as they watched him daily and were rescued by him in battle.

In the past two days, though Mo Cunzhi continued to meditate and cultivate alone nearby, there had been many junior disciples—drawn by his charm and appearance—who shyly approached him to offer their concern.

Without exception, they all left with flushed faces, their hearts frozen by the cold and piercing gaze of their senior brother, which extinguished their budding emotions.

He seemed uninterested in the concern of his fellow disciples. Even when Bai Feishuang invited him to rest with everyone, he refused, preferring to stay alone.

Yu Le looked at him: ………

He even rejected his little junior sister, his so-called “white moonlight.”

‘No wonder you’re a villain and not the main or second lead.’

From the very first meeting, Yu Le didn’t like this senior brother, and now he liked him even less.

Seeing someone suppressing themselves so harshly never put him in a good mood—it was like watching a terminally ill patient.

“Senior Sister, would you like to help me gather some spiritual herbs nearby?” Yu Le smiled, asking his senior sister after noticing her disappointment from being rejected.

Though the area had already been cleared, Bai Feishuang agreed to accompany her little junior brother in gathering the spiritual herbs.

These spiritual herbs weren’t particularly rare or valuable, but Yu Le knew that if he brought them back as an offering to Senior Brother Meng, he would be deeply touched.

And then, Yu Le would surely receive more pills from his senior brother.

His eldest brother had taught him that one must give in order to receive.

Yu Le believed this completely. If he gave, he must receive in return. And if he didn’t get what he deserved, he would take it himself. Whatever he gave, he would always get back.

While gathering spiritual herbs, Yu Le divided his attention, making sure to stay within a few steps of Bai Feishuang.

In the storyline provided by the system, the female protagonist triggered some kind of restriction deep within the secret realm and was suddenly transported, but the details were not very clear.

Moreover, things could always change. Yu Le worried that something unexpected might alter the plot, so he stayed close to her, never straying far.

For this reason, he hadn’t been in the mood to provoke Senior Brother Mo these past two days.

It was also rather dull—at first, the cold Senior Brother Mo would get angry at his taunts and show some reaction, but now he could completely treat Yu Le’s words as background noise, ignoring him altogether.

Yu Le: What a boring person.

Another day passed, and they entered a forest of stone pillars.

Seeing the jagged and eerie stones, along with the occasional red marks on some of them, Yu Le’s heart stirred.

This was it—it had to be here.

“Senior Sister, I feel like something is strange about this place,” Yu Le said, tugging on Bai Feishuang’s sleeve.

Noticing the unease on his face, Bai Feishuang allowed him this small gesture. “Stay close to me, and don’t be afraid,” she reassured him.

She then discussed the situation with several other junior disciples who had also previously entered the secret realm.

“I didn’t come here last time. Have any of you been to this stone forest before?” she asked.

“I haven’t encountered it either.”

“Me neither.”

“This is strange. I remember there used to be a lake here, not a stone forest.”

“Could there be another hidden realm within the secret realm?”

The Meishou Mountain secret realm had been explored thoroughly over the years, with people continuously gaining access to it. Nearly every inch of it had been mapped out, yet no one had ever mentioned a stone forest like this suddenly appearing.

The disciples felt a mix of anxiety and excitement as they began studying the peculiarities of the area.

Yu Le followed Bai Feishuang as they wandered around the stone forest. Drawing on the knowledge he’d gained from the system, he discreetly dropped a few hints to her.

“Senior Sister, look at these red marks. Don’t they seem like a formation when combined together?” Yu Le drew a few lines in the dirt. “I think I saw something similar in a pattern book from the library.”

“Indeed, but if this is part of a composite formation, there are several other places where things look unusual,” Bai Feishuang said after a moment of thought. She led Yu Le to investigate the large stones with strange formations.

When she touched one of the stones, Bai Feishuang suddenly felt a sharp pain in her fingertips. A ripple of spatial distortion appeared before her, and before she could step back, she was involuntarily pulled into it.

Yu Le had been waiting for this moment all along. Not missing his chance, he cried out in feigned surprise, “Senior Sister!” and quickly followed her, disappearing in front of the stone.

Mo Cunzhi, who had been ensuring the safety of the disciples up ahead, reacted the fastest. The moment Bai Feishuang and Yu Le disappeared, he arrived at the stone where they had vanished.

However, just a second too late, the spatial ripple within the stone had already dissipated, leaving only the rough, cold surface behind when he touched it.

The other disciples nearby quickly gathered around. One of them exclaimed in surprise, “There’s lingering spatial energy here! Senior Sister Bai and Junior Brother Yu must have been transported elsewhere!”

Mo Cunzhi’s expression darkened as he raised his sword and slashed at the stone.

The sword light was intense, leaving deep marks on the stone, but it couldn’t cut through the space.

One would need to be in the later stage of the Void Returning Realm to break open space. In his current state, there was nothing more he could do.

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Meanwhile, Bai Feishuang, feeling dizzy from the spatial pull, quickly regained her bearings. When she realized she had landed in an unfamiliar place, she instinctively grabbed hold of Yu Le.

“Junior Brother, are you alright?”

“I’m fine… Senior Sister, where are we?” Yu Le’s expression looked genuinely flustered.

“I’m not sure either. Let’s move ahead and see.” Bai Feishuang held her sword and took the lead.

Yu Le followed closely behind, taking in his surroundings. The dim stone cave, the sealing runes on the cave walls—it all lined up perfectly. This was the place where the male protagonist was sealed.

The one who sealed him here was the female protagonist’s blood relative, who sacrificed themselves to create this grand formation. That’s why only the female protagonist could enter and break the seal with her blood.

“There’s light ahead,” Bai Feishuang said, quickening her pace.

Yu Le could already make out the faint white glow within the cave and the iron chains lining the walls.

“Sister, I… I don’t feel well!” Yu Le suddenly clutched his chest, his face contorting in pain.

Bai Feishuang quickly turned around, alarmed, seeing her junior brother’s face filled with agony before he collapsed in a faint. She rushed to catch him, exclaiming, “Junior Brother!”

Panicking, she momentarily forgot about the glowing cave ahead and held Yu Le’s hand to check his condition. Unable to find anything wrong, she started to suspect that something in the cave’s air was affecting him.

During this time, she repeatedly touched Yu Le’s skin and clothing as she checked for signs of distress.

Bai Feishuang’s vision blurred as well. Gritting her teeth, she held on, shielding her unconscious junior brother beneath her before passing out herself.

The “unconscious” Yu Le then opened his eyes, a soft laugh escaping his lips. Gently, he lifted his senior sister and laid her carefully to the side.

He had prepared beforehand, applying medicinal powder to his clothes and skin while holding an anti-poison pill in his mouth. Faking his fainting had been easy, especially since his senior sister had been too worried to suspect him.

“Rest well, Senior Sister. I’ll be back in no time,” Yu Le said with a mischievous smile, brushing the dust off her robes before swiftly making his way to the cave.

The cave was over four meters tall, and the translucent stones on the ceiling shimmered with radiant light, casting an ethereal glow. Below, a pool of water surrounded by mist reflected a white-clad figure in the center, floating like an otherworldly being.

But Yu Le knew the truth—this figure was a genuine demon.

In the demonic path, aside from natural-born demons, many were fallen cultivators, a chaotic mix of beings. To become the ruler of the demonic path required not only great power but also ruthless ambition.

Yu Le stood at the water’s edge, observing the figure for a while. It was no surprise—this man was the protagonist, after all. His appearance and aura were exceptional, one of the most striking figures Yu Le had encountered since arriving in this world. The other was Senior Brother Mo.

No wonder—they were uncle and nephew, after all. There was a slight resemblance between them.

“Who are you?”

The white-clad figure, bound by iron chains in the water, weakly lifted his head to gaze at Yu Le, his voice feeble.

“I’m a disciple of the Wuyue Immortal Sect. I came to the Meishou Mountain secret realm to train and accidentally entered this place. Who are you? And why are you imprisoned here?” Yu Le asked, feigning innocence and naivety, his youthful face making him look easy to deceive.

As expected, the protagonist responded with the same answer as in the original plot.

“I’m a cultivator from Hongdao Palace in the west. A demon imprisoned me here and has been tormenting me… You can tell from the sealing pillars around the pool and the chains. They’re filled with demonic energy.”

Indeed, the chains and sealing pillars trapping him were shrouded in swirling, dark purple demonic energy, obscuring their true form. The white-robed man imprisoned within looked pitiful and harmless.

Most importantly, he carried not a trace of demonic energy—everything about him seemed like that of an immortal cultivator.

But Yu Le knew better. The demonic energy surrounding the seals was something the man himself had conjured to erode them. As for why he had no demonic aura, it was because he possessed a treasure that concealed his true nature and masked his demonic energy.

For years, he had never ceased his efforts to break free, fighting with all his might.

Yu Le found the situation amusing, but his voice took on a tone of righteous indignation. “How could this happen? The demons truly are despicable! How can I save you?”

Chang Que, the man in the water, inwardly sneered. These young disciples from the righteous sects were always so foolish.

On the surface, he maintained his weak facade. “You’ve made it into this place, so there must be a connection. Come closer, and let me take a good look at you.”

Yu Le hesitated, faking reluctance. “But my cultivation is weak. I can’t withstand the demonic energy. I can’t get close to you.”

Chang Que sighed deeply, playing the part of the dying man. “So be it. I’ve been trapped here too long, and soon I will perish. If you can at least retrieve my body when I die, that will be enough.”

He added softly, “I have just a bit of spiritual power left. I can temporarily dispel this demonic energy. Take the chance to come closer, and take the token from me. I also have a cultivation technique I can pass on to you. Consider it fate’s gift for coming here.”

Such sweet words—it was no wonder his senior sister had been deceived.

Yu Le decided to play along, pretending to be even more gullible. That way, Chang Que wouldn’t have to waste much effort trying to convince him.

When the demonic energy cleared, Yu Le stepped into the pool and approached Chang Que.

“Don’t speak like that, Senior. I’ll do everything I can to save you,” he said, his expression earnest, though a faint glimmer of amusement lingered in his eyes.

Chang Que, from within the white mist, watched the approaching youth with cold, calculating eyes.

He thought to himself that if this boy could enter, he was likely connected to the old man who had sealed him here. If so, he would use the boy’s blood and flesh to break the formation and finally free himself.

He immediately recognized the boy as a low-level cultivator, someone still in the Qi Condensation stage, and dismissed him, waiting for him to draw closer—

But suddenly, the figure before him blurred. Chang Que’s pupils contracted in shock as he instinctively tried to retreat. However, the chains binding him restricted his movements, leaving him no room to escape. He was violently pinned against the stone wall.

Blood flowed from his chest, where his flesh was ripped open by a long cone that had pierced through him.

Chang Que’s expression shifted for the first time, his eyes darkening with surprise and fury as he glared at the youth. “You!”

With Yu Le’s cultivation level, it should have been impossible to harm Chang Que’s physical body. This meant only one thing: the weapon he wielded was no ordinary tool.

A sharp, burning pain surged from his chest, and Chang Que’s face contorted in shock. “This… This weapon contains a trace of Phoenix True Flame!”

The original Yu Rui, whose body Yu Le now inhabited, had a trace of ancient phoenix bloodline. Though his family had long since fallen, leaving only him behind, he still possessed a powerful heirloom—a cone infused with a trace of Phoenix True Flame, which was particularly effective against demons.

Chang Que had never expected a cultivator radiating pure spiritual energy to strike so ruthlessly, and without warning.

The formation in the cave had already suppressed him, and now, with the phoenix cone piercing his heart, he was rendered immobile.

Without a flicker of emotion, Yu Le twisted the cone further before reaching into Chang Que’s wound. His hand grasped something within, and with a swift movement, he extracted a blood-stained purple demon core.

Unlike fallen cultivators who turned to the demonic path later in life, those born as natural demons had a demon core within them from birth. This core naturally gathered demonic energy, making natural-born demons far stronger. Human cultivators, by contrast, had to reach the Golden Core stage before forming a core, while demons were born with one.

Holding the purple demon core in his hand, Yu Le ignored the system’s alarmed messages and smiled with satisfaction.

Why follow the slow and tedious righteous path of immortal cultivation when he could walk the demonic path?

In the demonic path, one could act according to their desires, and by plundering others’ power, their cultivation would grow quickly. This was far more in line with Yu Le’s nature.

Of course, even if he was going to cultivate as a demon, he had no intention of becoming a low-level fallen demonic cultivator.

He wanted the highest-grade demon core, and this core contained the culmination of Chang Que’s years of cultivation. If he could absorb it into his body, his own cultivation level would soar rapidly.

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