I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1095 - 1094: Let His Dad Look For Me, Gongyang Ce

Chapter 1095 -1094: Let His Dad Look For Me, Gongyang Ce

Xu Zimei took the Immortal Brew and then said, “Consider this a favor owed to you; feel free to seek me out for matters in the future.”

After finishing his words, he turned to Zhou Ming with a smile and said, “Then I shall not linger any longer. Till we meet again.”

Zhou Ming smiled and nodded in response.

Xu Zimei was about to leave, but Prince Jinlun, who had been fawning over them, came up close.

“Esteemed fellow Daoist, I am also fond of the Immortal Brew; I wonder if you could bear to part with it?”

“Are we acquainted?” Xu Zimei glanced at him and replied indifferently.

“My father is soon to hold a Way of Inquiry at Emperor Tan Peak; would you not give him the honor of your presence?” Prince Jinlun, seeing Xu Zimei look somewhat unfamiliar, thought he did not know him and emphasized the invitation once more.

“Your father giving a speech is his business,” Xu Zimei replied coolly.

“I am not your father; there is no need to bring it up with me.”

“Impudent! How dare you speak to me like this,” Prince Jinlun’s face became distorted with embarrassment as he loudly rebuked.

“Boy, what power do you hail from? Name yourself.”

“A mere Loose Cultivator,” Xu Zimei replied.

“Apologize to me right now, this very moment, and I might consider sparing your life,” Prince Jinlun snorted coldly.

He looked at Xu Zimei with an arrogant gleam in his eyes and said, “Otherwise, I will ensure you cannot leave the Eternal Ancient Tower.”

With a ‘boom’.

No sooner had Prince Jinlun’s voice fallen than his entire person was sent flying out.

His figure smashed heavily into the nearby pillar.

The pillar, along with the tables and chairs beside it, shattered into pieces.

The crowd, which had been discussing the Dao, was instantaneously drawn to the commotion.

“What’s going on?”

“Brother Jinlun, are you alright?”

“Who dares to be so bold?”

Although Xu Zimei only used less than ten percent of his strength with that strike, Prince Jinlun’s chest was still left ruptured, spewing out blood.

He convulsed on the ground with his chest a gory mess, showing signs of near death.

“Who are you?” someone demanded loudly of Xu Zimei.

“It was but a verbal disagreement; was there a need to strike so heavily?”

“Do you wish to end up like him?” Xu Zimei turned his head and counter-asked.

“You…,” the person was instantly at a loss for words.

“What’s happening?” Just then, people from the Eternal Ancient Tower rushed up from downstairs.

“Elder Kugu, someone is causing trouble here,” the previous person hurriedly reported.

“Esteemed Daoist friend, we are offering you a chance to explain,” an old man from the Eternal Ancient Tower turned to Xu Zimei, speaking in a unfriendly tone.

“There’s nothing that needs explaining; the fact that I did not reduce him to ashes with one punch is mercy enough,” Xu Zimei stated.

“Then you will have to come with us,” the old man said flatly.

“Oh, will I?” Xu Zimei inquired back.

Before the old man could reply, in that instant, he felt a formidable aura bursting forth from all around Xu Zimei.

The aura targeted him alone.

It was as if he saw a towering Demon rise up, like the descent of an unparalleled Demon King.

Before him lay a landscape filled with skeletons.

His entire being felt as though his soul had frozen over, and he stood petrified, unaware of when cold sweat had soaked his forehead.

“Still insist on taking me with you?” Xu Zimei asked.

The old man snapped back to consciousness, feeling as if he had just returned from the brink of Hell.

The clothes on his back were drenched in sweat.

He swallowed hard.

“Elder, it was my lack of insight,” the old man hastily replied.

“As you wish.”

“Remember my name, Xu Zimei.”

He turned to look at the audience present, then at the unconscious Prince Jinlun by the side.

He said indifferently: “If his father wishes to seek revenge, he can come find me anytime.

I will be in Anzhou for a while.”

After he finished speaking, he stepped over the body of Prince Jinlun and descended the tower.

The crowd around was utterly silent, quiet enough to hear the sound of a needle dropping.

Elder Kugu was the first to react.

“First, take Prince Jinlun down for treatment, and report this matter truthfully to the authorities in Misty Capital,” he said.

The crowd hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Some felt that Xu Zimei had stirred up a monstrous disaster and were either mourning for him silently or reveling in schadenfreude.

Others believed that Xu Zimei must have powerful backing, which is why he was so unafraid.

Among the few people present, Elder Kugu knew well that Xu Zimei was probably a formidable existence himself.

After all, no one in Eternal Ancient Tower could afford to offend him.

…

“Uncle,” Moon-picking Fairy looked at Zhou Ming.

“Build a good rapport with him; he’s not that simple,” Zhou Ming said with a smile.

“Perhaps your luck isn’t so bad.”

Moon-picking Fairy looked in the direction Xu Zimei had left, her eyes intent and thoughtful.

Upon leaving Eternal Ancient Tower, Miss Jing was unexpectedly waiting right at the entrance.

“Did you get the Immortal Brew?”

“It seems you already know,” Xu Zimei replied.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you to meet my master,” Miss Jing said with a smile.

Xu Zimei followed behind her, silent.

He felt like Miss Jing seemed to know everything; ever since they met, he had this intuition.

But such a thing was simply impossible.

Even those towering in power, with unrivaled strategies, were no exception.

But if the other party was unwilling to speak, there was nothing Xu Zimei could do.

The two of them walked around the bustling market a few times, then came to a secluded alley.

This alley was less than fifteen meters away from the main street, but it was incredibly quiet.

“We’re here,” Miss Jing stopped in front of a serene courtyard.

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Looking at Xu Zimei she said, “Open the Immortal Brew. When the time comes, my master will come to meet you himself.”

Xu Zimei slowly took out the Immortal Brew and uncorked the jar.

The rich aroma of wine immediately wafted out.

This fragrance was almost unheard of in the world.

Even Xu Zimei, who was not particularly fond of wine, felt a bit tempted.

He took a few sniffs, and at that moment, he saw a man directly climb over the wall.

His hair was disheveled, and he snatched the Immortal Brew from Xu Zimei’s hands.

“Immortal Brew, Immortal Brew, the Immortal Realm of the human world, the Immortal Brew of wine,” the man murmured to himself excitedly, his messy hair framing his face as he gazed at the jar of Immortal Brew in his hands.

Simply smelling it, he seemed to be immersed in its fragrance for a long time.

“Master,” Miss Jing spoke up with a laugh nearby.

“Jing, it’s you,” the disheveled man turned around.

He had delicate and attractive features, resembling that of a scholar from ancient times.

However, he was unkempt and carefree, with a bit of a mad and whimsical air about him.

“Who is this?” The man glanced at Xu Zimei.

Then, he flicked his fingers to calculate something, and his expression changed slightly.

“Didn’t I say I wouldn’t meet him?”

“The Immortal Brew in your hands belongs to him,” Miss Jing said with a smile.

“I’ll just give it to him,” the man snorted coldly.

He held the wine jar in both hands and placed it in front of Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei reached out to take it, but saw the man quickly retract his hand again.

“Forget it, forget it. Since you’re here, come in and have a drink of water,” he said.

After saying that, the man, still clutching the wine jar, walked into the courtyard.

Miss Jing said with a smile, “Don’t mind him, he’s just like that, a bit… like an old child at heart.”

“I’ve seen all sorts of people,” Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.