I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1185 - 1184: Don’t Go Out at Night, The Night of the Ghost God Realm

Watching Xu Zimei step closer with each step, hatred burned brighter in Xuan Min’s eyes instead of fear.

"I like that look in your eyes," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

With one swift motion, he kicked Xuan Min flying.

Xuan Min’s body slammed heavily into the Azure Dragon Blade beside him, and in an instant, he felt as if his internal organs were about to erupt.

Xuan Min struggled to stand up again, but his body simply wouldn’t allow it.

"Friend, isn’t there no need to go for the kill?" Fei Lin spoke up from above.

"After all, sparing the life of Xuan Min from the Heavenly Saint Academy can be seen as acknowledging that we don’t fight without reason."

"Would you like to come down and try yourself?" Xu Zimei retorted.

Fei Lin paused for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "Suit yourself."

After saying this, he turned and left.

"What’s this? No longer acting as a referee?" Xu Zimei asked.

He shifted his gaze back to Xuan Min.

"You dare to kill me," Xuan Min said coldly.

"Using my blade to stain your blood is an insult to my weapon," Xu Zimei replied.

Without a shred of hesitation, he raised his foot.

His right foot stomped down fiercely.

A loud "boom" echoed. It was like a watermelon bursting underfoot; blood flowed freely, brain matter splattered.

Many who witnessed this instinctively closed their eyes.

"Have you enjoyed the show enough? Does anyone else want to come down and act with me?" Xu Zimei scanned the surroundings, asking.

Many instinctively took a step back.

Seeing no one respond, Xu Zimei leapt onto the Arena Stage.

"Let’s go," he said, looking at Jiang Mozi and the others.

Jiang Mozi hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something, but eventually remained silent.

"Lord Ye Mi tasked Xuan Min with arranging accommodations for us, but now things are like this; how are we supposed to report back?"

"If you don’t mind, you can come with me," a woman in white robes suddenly said.

"And you are?" Jiang Mozi asked, puzzled.

"Lai Canyin, disciple of your venerable mother," the woman replied.

"We have a few vacant rooms that could temporarily host you for rest."

"Then we are deeply grateful," Jiang Mozi quickly responded.

At this point, he had no other options.

As for Xuan Min’s death, whether the Nine Ghosts Academy would pursue this matter, that would be left to fate.

The Ghost God Realm was unimaginably perilous; even the Nine Ghosts Academy could not guarantee complete safety.

Having a safe place to stay was of the utmost importance.

Everyone followed Lai Canyin deeper into the Nine Ghosts Academy.

"What do you plan to do next?" Xie Changliu quietly asked Xu Zimei.

"Stay for a while and get familiar with the Ghost God Realm," Xu Zimei replied.

To unseal the Ancient Demon Cave, we’ll need to gather the inheritance Way of Inquiry from the nine Ancient Gods.

The Ghost God Realm is vast and boundless; perhaps there will be clues here.

And now is also the time to accumulate strength. Facing the ten great families and the Holy Court later, all of them are formidable opponents.

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Following Lai Canyin, everyone entered a particularly ancient courtyard.

The structures in the courtyard were visibly old at a glance.

The housing was dilapidated, and rows of dark halls emanated a strong aura of decay.

Xu Zimei surveyed the surroundings, noticing a White Bone Tree planted in the center of the courtyard.

It was said that a white bone form, white bone flesh, white bone bark, and white bone fruit.

This tree was entirely formed by condensed white bones, and buried beneath it was a countless number of skeletons.

Those decayed bones opened their greenish eyes, watching the people coming and going.

The White Bone Tree bore White Bone Fruit.

Similar to Ginseng Fruit, each was humanoid in shape, but without flesh—only bones.

"Good day, Sister Lai," disciples greeted the woman as she passed, each offering a respectful salutation.

This made it clear that her identity was distinguished and far from ordinary.

Lai Canyin nodded at each greeting before stopping in front of a particular house.

It was as dilapidated as the rest, with cobwebs stretching down from its ceiling.

Above, a large spider rested on the web, curiously glaring at the group.

"Little Meng, don’t scare them," Lai Canyin waved her hand, shooing the spider away.

She explained, "It’s lived here since it was small, harmless, just a bit mischievous."

Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

Lai Canyin pushed open the door to the house, revealing an unexpectedly clean interior.

"Don’t mind how worn-down the rooms are; all our venerable mother’s buildings are like this.

They date back to the ancient Ghost God war," Lai Canyin explained.

"Having a place to stay is good enough," Jiang Mozi said with a bitter smile.

If he had known it would be like this, he might have stayed in the Mortal Domain.

Xu Zimei glanced up. This place was indeed permeated with dense Divine Power and Ghost Qi.

Invisible to the naked eye, yet it filled the void entirely.

"Alright, you can stay here. No one will bother you," Lai Canyin clapped her hands and said.

After finishing, she looked toward Xu Zimei again and said, "I hope to learn from you sometime."

Xu Zimei did not respond; he typically didn’t care for such exchanges.

But since she had provided accommodation, it was a favor owed.

Lai Canyin walked away, but suddenly turned back around and said, "Oh, right. I forgot to warn you about something."

"What?" Xu Zimei asked.

"You’re new to the Ghost God Realm, so you probably don’t know yet," Lai Canyin said.

"After 8 p.m. every night in this world, no matter what happens, don’t ever leave your room.

Don’t investigate, don’t intervene—just remember those four words."

Saying this, Lai Canyin left, leaving the group staring at one another.

Jiang Mozi clearly understood something and explained, "This is one of the peculiarities of the Ghost God Realm.

From 8 a.m. to 8 p.m., you can roam freely.

After 8 p.m., it’s the Ghost God’s time. Anyone who interferes will be taken away."

"That terrifying?" a student exclaimed.

"The Ghost God Realm is filled with countless bizarre occurrences; you’ll understand eventually," Jiang Mozi replied.

Everyone looked up at the sky.

Here, the sky was eternally gray, unchanging.

"Hard to tell day and night from this," someone grumbled.

"This world uses a kind of spotted jade. When it glows, it’s daytime.

When it dims, night falls," Jiang Mozi responded.

"We’ll figure out the spotted jade later, but for now, judging by the time, night is upon us. Everyone should turn in early."

The group looked at the row of rooms behind them.

Each chose a room to rest. Injuries needed healing, and strength had to be restored.

Xu Zimei returned to his room but did not sleep. Instead, he stared out the window, quietly waiting for nightfall.

......

Dim night breezes rustled gently.

Outside the window, the previously still branches of the White Bone Tree began drifting slowly.

Bit by bit, inch by inch.

Until finally, the swaying became increasingly violent, eventually turning into madness.

In the void, Divine Power and Ghost Qi churned chaotically.

Entwining together, yet seemingly clashing in opposition.