This Is What a Villain Is Like

Chapter 176: Chapter 94: Don’t Bite Me, Four Saints Ancient Celestial Skill, How Could They Be So Close?

’To act so unscrupulously just because he has the Blood Immortal Sect backing him... truly detestable.’

Zixia Daoist’s face was ice-cold as he sat cross-legged. He then spat out mouthful after mouthful of Essence Blood, muttering an incantation as dazzling Runes flickered into existence.

He then carefully took out a wooden box. The Essence Blood transformed into a crimson mist and seeped into the box with a soft sizzle.

HISSSSS...

A moment later, the wooden box opened. A wisp of green smoke, resembling a vengeful soul, drifted out. It had an ugly, infant-like face and thrashed about, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it let out a chilling, heart-stopping wail.

"Even if that little thief has disguised himself, I will use this Blood Infant Skill to hunt him down."

In that instant, Zixia Daoist’s face aged considerably.

It was a Secret Technique that consumed one’s lifespan, a method even he dared not use lightly.

But for the sake of his years-long scheme, he had no choice but to pay a heavy price to find Ye Ming and reclaim his Pill Furnace.

Soon, the wisp of soul-like smoke transformed into a ghostly gleam and vanished into the Void.

Zixia Daoist’s figure also departed the mountaintop, speeding back in the direction of the Ancient Medicine Garden.

Meanwhile, Ye Ming, who had once again disguised himself with a new face, was inside a grotto-abode, sorting through the various Talismans and Magical Artifacts left behind.

A faint light flickered on the surface of his palm.

The Old Ghost’s voice then sounded, tinged with shock and emotion.

"The Four Saints Ancient Celestial Skill? I never expected it to have fallen into the hands of the Purple Mist True Monarch. That, I didn’t foresee at all."

"Kid, drop everything and get over there right now. Obtaining the Four Saints Ancient Celestial Skill is more important than any other fortuitous encounter you could possibly find."

"Even if you can’t gain the acknowledgment of all Four Saints, just getting one of them to approve of you would be a tremendous blessing. It would make your future cultivation twice as effective with half the effort."

"Is the Four Saints Ancient Celestial Skill really that incredible?" Ye Ming asked in surprise.

The Old Ghost explained, "You just need to know that the so-called Four Saints represent the four most powerful creatures of a bygone era. To be precise, the Four Saints Ancient Celestial Skill should actually be called the Four Spirits Ancient Celestial Skill. The Four Spirits were among the first powerful beings to emerge after the birth of the world."

"True Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, Black Tortoise... each of these sacred beings represents the pinnacle of power in its own domain."

"The Four Saints Ancient Celestial Skill was reportedly created by an Ancient Emperor who left his mark upon the Immortal Dao. In the Nine Provinces Land today, you’d be hard-pressed to find a Cultivation Technique that can rival it, save for those belonging to the absolute top-tier Daoist Inheritance Immortal Sects."

Ye Ming’s heart pounded. His gaze grew fervent, his eyes flashing with a brilliant light.

’Can I really gain the acknowledgment of the Four Spirits?’ he murmured.

The Old Ghost replied, "That depends entirely on one’s personal destiny. But you, kid, your luck is sky-high and your fortune is profound. There’s a very good chance you’ll be acknowledged."

"I understand."

Ye Ming took a deep breath and nodded, clenching his fists. He couldn’t be bothered with the grotto-abode he hadn’t finished searching.

He immediately transformed into a streak of light and shot away, heading back toward the Ancient Medicine Garden.

Because he had been inexplicably implicated with the Blood Immortal Sect, he was now treated as one of its remnants, a target for everyone in the Secret Realm.

Thus, he had to disguise himself and move through the Secret Realm under a different identity.

During this time, he often overheard other cultivators cursing him and vowing to find his true identity. He had even been ambushed and attacked a few times.

Ye Ming was seething with frustration and anger. He had no idea how he’d been inexplicably branded a remnant of the Blood Immortal Sect.

It had gotten to the point where even Ling Zhuyun had publicly declared that if she found him truly colluding with the Blood Immortal Sect, she would personally execute him without mercy.

Even the Old Ghost didn’t know what had happened to suddenly thrust Ye Ming into the eye of the storm.

Fortunately, his previous name, Ye Ling, had only been an alias. Now that he had a new face, basically no one could recognize him.

"You don’t need to worry about this Blood Immortal Sect business. After all, your conscience is clear. Once this storm blows over, there will be ways to clear your name."

"However, the best solution is to find out who framed you and wants you dead," the Old Ghost, sensing Ye Ming’s agitation, added comfortingly.

Ye Ming replied in frustration, "It has to be that True Disciple from the Human King Hall, Qi Heng. He’s deliberately slinging mud to frame me. That bastard deserves to die."

"I had a bad feeling about that guy when we entered the Purple Mist Mountain Range, but I never imagined he’d be willing to stake his own future on an oath just to drag me down."

Qi Heng swore a public oath on his Dao Heart, claiming he had seen me plotting with members of the Blood Immortal Sect, who even addressed me as "Senior Brother."

This act caused a massive uproar, leaving Ye Ming unable to defend himself.

After all, Qi Heng had sworn on his Dao Heart. How could such a venomous oath be false? Who would believe his explanations? Who would even give him the chance to explain?

’But he knew perfectly well that he’d never had any contact with the Blood Immortal Sect. The most he had done was visit some of their old ruins, hoping to find their inheritance.’

"There’s definitely something strange about this. Why would Qi Heng be so vicious as to lie under a Dao Heart oath?"

"He must really hate you to the bone," the Old Ghost chuckled.

Ye Ming snorted. "That guy is just jealous that Zhu Yun favors me. He even went so far as to publicly accuse Zhu Yun of colluding with the Blood Immortal Sect. He’s gone too far."

’Good thing Zhu Yun has always believed in me...’