I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1211

Chapter 1211: Who interfered with my plan, you finally showed up

Within the cave, a putrid smell lingered as the middle-aged man clawed at his face, resembling a ghost breaking free from hell. Unwillingly, he roared, desperately crawling on the ground in search of an antidote.

Who the hell are you…

He assumed Barbara’s revenge was the cause, yet to his surprise, a second person was in the cave. This stranger, unseen before, appeared as if from another realm.

Gu Changge paid him no attention, not even a glance.

“Let’s go.” Placing his palm on Barbara’s head, Gu Changge spoke, his tone both relaxed and active.

Um.

Though Barbara was taller than girls her age, she only reached Gu Changge’s shoulders. She raised her crystal-clear eyes to him, emotions swirling within. Grasping his sleeve, she followed silently as they exited the cave.

“Help me… save me…”

“Barbara, save me… I am your master…”

The middle-aged man’s body rapidly decomposed, black blood gushing out. He screamed in despair, desperately pleading for Barbara’s help. Yet, only the two figures could be seen, gradually disappearing from the cave.

The Barbarian God Sect sprawled across tens of thousands of miles, a terrible force with the words of its elders capable of sealing the fate of many. For cultivators and barbarians, it stood as a supreme ruling power.

Senior, what should I do next…

Standing atop a mountain with Gu Changge, Barbara observed the vast mist drifting. The distant tolling of a bell resonated through the air. The death of an elder had alerted all peaks, signifying a momentous event within the Barbarian God Sect.

On the mountain peaks nearest the incident, divine lights swiftly approached as elders and disciples flocked to witness the commotion.

Swish, swish, swish!

In the sky above, divine lights rapidly converged. When Barbara’s Master met his demise, those guarding the life card detected it promptly, dispatching cultivators to investigate.

“Are you scared?” Gu Changge inquired, a smile playing on his lips.

Barbara shook her head and stated, “I am not afraid; I feel at ease when I am by Senior’s side.”

The experiences of the past few days had brought indescribable changes to her state of mind. Even facing the approaching elders and disciples, she remained remarkably calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuations—a startling metamorphosis.

Without much contemplation, Gu Changge suggested, “Since you are not afraid, we will kill them immediately. These people should be your nourishment. Only by killing them can you see the truth you want to know.”

A dark hostility gleamed in Barbara’s eyes as she gazed into the distance.

Kill them? I understand.

A cultivator rushed over from afar, noticing Gu Changge on Elder Zhu’s mountain. With vigilant eyes, he shouted, “Who are you? Why are you on Elder Zhu’s mountain…”

Other cultivators flew into the sky, their figures casting shadows as they looked at Gu Changge in shock. Such an unfamiliar figure hadn’t been seen in the vast Barbarian God Sect before. If encountered previously, they would have surely remembered.

The elder’s life card was broken, and it seems to be dead. It must have something to do with her.

Take this person down!

Numerous cultivators of the Barbarian God Sect shouted, intent on subduing Gu Changge.

Only the ultimate transformation can temper the invincible Dao-building expert and will.

Today, this place belongs to you, and no one can stop you.

Gu Changge disregarded the shouts of the Barbarian God Sect cultivators and merely offered a faint smile to Barbara. As his words hung in the air, an unquestionable iron-blooded will seemed to emerge, accompanied by a thunderous rumble that echoed through the world.

The Dao laws stirred, and myriad chains of order locked the immediate surroundings instantly. In the territory of the Barbarian God Sect, where specific directives and laws prevailed, the will of heaven and earth yielded.

Barbara couldn’t fully comprehend the significance but sensed an instant surge of boundless power coursing through her body. She closed her eyes briefly and reopened them with an indifferent and cold expression.

Attack.

Barbara advanced, palms raised, condensing countless runes that transformed into heavenly swords, great blades, and spears. A brilliant divine light enveloped the vast expanse, creating a dense fog of divine weapons.

The group of cultivators rushing towards them remained oblivious to the impending danger. They were torn apart by the heavenly knives and large swords in an instant, exploding into a mist of blood.

For the Barbarian God Sect, it marked a terrifying day with the specter of death hanging over them. No one could have predicted that the end of an elder would unleash unimaginable disasters.

A terrified elder who arrived later witnessed the vast expanse of surging blood mist, recognizing Barbara’s identity as Elder Zhu’s apprentice, the princess of a barbarian tribe. Before he could react, he too was torn apart by a heavenly knife and exploded into mist.

Dressed in simple attire, with blue hair cascading like a waterfall, Barbara’s flawless porcelain-like face betrayed no emotion. Descending the mountain step by step, her raised hand seemed to gather thousands of stars, intertwining into terrifying weapons that dropped.

The immense and dreadful power appeared like a catastrophic force for ordinary cultivators, striking terror even in seventh-realm elders. They never anticipated such terrifying power from a teenage girl. It was nothing short of incredible.

Moreover, the young man standing behind her smiled slightly, observing everything unfold without a hint of emotion in his eyes.

Stop!

A distant roar echoed, and terrible figures from the Barbarian God Sect rushed to intervene. However, Barbara’s gaze remained unaltered, cold and indifferent. She strode through the blood mist, exuding a potent scent of blood, while strands of crimson light from the fallen cultivators converged toward her body.

The origin of the fallen turned into surging energy, absorbed and devoured by her. In her current state, Barbara resembled a collection of ever-changing crimson flowers, consuming all living beings in her path.

Her aura shifted like a terrifying tsunami with each step, seemingly poised to engulf the entire world.

Yet, in a primitive wilderness far from the Barbarian God Sect, within an ancient barbarian tribe, a figure in a black robe, face concealed by a hood, worked with various dried medicinal materials. Occasional coughs escaped him.

The people in the tribe, regardless of age or gender, greatly respected him. This elderly figure was the tribe’s grandpa, overseeing sacrifices, medicine, and other affairs. He had significant prestige, second only to the Patriarch.

Beside the older man in the black robe, a burly, bronze-complexioned middle-aged man engaged in discussion.

Less than four years are left, and I am about to embark on that road. I fear I may never reach the seventh realm in this life. Barbara has only four years left, and I wonder how she is faring in the Barbarian God Sect.

The middle-aged man was the clan’s Patriarch, responsible for all its members. Worry etched his face as he gazed into the distance—the direction of the Barbarian God Sect.

Cough, cough, cough…

Barbara has been clever since childhood. Even in a place like the Barbarian God Sect, no one would dare to bully her.

Patriarch, rest assured.

The stooped older man coughed a few times, shook his head, and smiled reassuringly.

However, I’m still worried. Barbara is only in her teens, but she has to bear such a significant responsibility. The middle-aged man sighed.

“Especially recently, I can faintly sense the call of the previous barbarian god. It seems he wants to say something to me… it’s like a warning or guidance, but there’s something obstructing it, preventing me from hearing clearly.”

Upon hearing this, the black-robed older man paused to arrange medicinal materials, quickly recovering.

Shaking his head with a smile, he remarked, “Patriarch, have you not been sleeping well lately? The last barbarian god vanished hundreds of thousands of years ago, leaving no traces or legends. How could you hear his call?”

Undeterred, the middle-aged man insisted, “I can’t be mistaken. Lord Barbarian God truly wants to convey something to me. It’s his guidance. I must uncover the reason behind Lord Barbarian God’s disappearance—the only way to save the barbarians.”

The older man in black fell silent, shaking his head without offering much response, though a subtle light flickered in his eyes.

Suddenly, he sensed something, and his brows furrowed. Unintentionally, the medicinal herbs before him were crushed due to his uncontrolled strength.

Patriarch, what’s wrong with you?

The middle-aged man, noticing the black-robed older man’s expression, was taken aback. It was the first time he saw such a dark and unpleasant look on the Patriarch’s face, making him feel incredulous and uneasy.

It seems there are variables… Who interfered with my plans?

The Patriarch didn’t answer directly, muttering to himself. A cold light glinted in his cloudy eyes.

The pawns he had strategically placed within the Barbarian God Sect were silently annihilated, their life force extinguished, and all connection with him severed.

The middle-aged man, witnessing this, was startled. In the next moment, the Patriarch before him shook his robe, transforming into a black mist with a resounding bang, disappearing from the spot.

This is…

How can this be?

His eyes widened in disbelief. In his understanding, the Patriarch, injured in his youth, had diminished cultivation and dried blood—no different from an ordinary person. Yet, just now, the Patriarch vanished before his eyes. He couldn’t fathom how such a feat was possible.

Within the Barbaric God Sect, an unstoppable wave of evil energy permeated the air, staining every mountain peak with blood. Barbara moved slowly, each step leaving a trail of blood in her wake.

Her eyes took on a slight crimson hue, her once slightly immature face now cold and indifferent, viewing the cultivators before her as mere ants.

A faint blood glow emanated between her brows, adding a layer of bloody grace to her delicate and flawless face.

Who the hell are you…

She can’t possibly possess that kind of power.

A terrified elder of the Barbarian God Sect gazed at Gu Changge, who followed Barbara closely, his expression was filled with terror.

The elder could discern that Barbara’s transformations were attributed to Gu Changge behind her. This enigmatic young man, merely his gaze, sent a shiver through his blood and threatened to extinguish the fire of his soul.

“The true deity, is it about to show up?” Gu Changge responded with a faint smile, paying no heed to the perturbed elders.

Within the main hall of the Barbarian God Sect, a middle-aged man met a tragic end, his widened eyes reflecting fear and despair. As the mightiest figure in the sect, his cultivation approached the eighth realm, earning him the reputation of a peerless expert worldwide.

Yet, a sword finger pierced the center of his brow, rendering him transparent from front to back, and his soul obliterated in an instant.

Patriarch…

Many older disciples gazed at the deceased middle-aged man with sorrow and terror. With a single casual finger, the most vital member of their Barbaric God Sect had met instant demise. They dared not fathom such a terrifying method.

“Barbara, why is there such a terrifying existence behind her…” Song Qing’er’s voice trembled with despair.

Gu Changge’s gaze traversed each person before him, finally resting on Barbara.

“This level alone is far from enough. To become a true demon requires an opportunity,” he remarked, shaking his head.

She still needs to sever the karma of the past.

While the events at the Barbarian God Sect accelerated Barbara’s awakening to the demonic nature within her, Gu Changge deemed her current state insufficient. In terms of the state of mind, he believed Barbara still had a long way to go.

His goal was to mold Barbara into a suitable successor. Amidst the impending chaos, he intended for her to acquire the fortune to ascend to the upper realm. However, Barbara must cast aside numerous elements Gu Changge perceived as weaknesses and flaws to achieve this.

An odd number that is hard to find for thousands of years.

“Then you are an odd number. Why do you call it an odd number? Let me see,” Gu Changge softly remarked.

Barbara stood in front of the main hall of the Barbarian God Sect, a shroud of bloody mist enveloping her body. Her once plain clothes now bore the stain of blood, and she closed her eyes as if anticipating something.

An imperceptible vortex surrounded her, greedily absorbing energy from the heavens and earth into her being.

Within the surging demonic heart, a ghostly shadow ascended into the sky, weaving into a vague ancient figure seated in meditation.

In this moment, she exuded an indifference akin to an ice fragment gathering millennia of dust.

Buzz!!!

The entire world quivered, a fluctuation saturating the air. The mightiest aura descended upon the scene, intent on tearing heaven and earth.

Black mist filled the air, swiftly absorbed into a figure—the older man in the black robe from the barbarian tribe, Barbara’s referred grandpa.

You finally showed up…

Simultaneously, Barbara opened her eyes abruptly, an immortal chill seeming to flow within her gaze.