I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1774. The Black Lotus Holy Child, Unafraid of the Corrosion of Dark Matter

Buzz!

A trembling sword hum suddenly resounded through heaven and earth. Everyone felt a bone-piercing chill spreading through the air, as if a peerless divine sword had awakened, ready to slaughter all under heaven.

The white-robed figure’s eyes seemed to move slightly, somewhat surprised by Jiang Weiyang’s identity.

However, this did nothing to stop his intention of seizing that “object.” His great hand pressed down once more, as if encompassing the entire star domain within his palm. Stars circulated and rumbled, terrifying beyond measure.

Jiang Weiyang’s expression did not change in the slightest. Her glossy red lips parted gently as she seemed to utter a single word.

“Go.”

A dazzling, resplendent sword light suddenly appeared, like moonlight reflected upon a lake. The sword embryo before her flew out.

The blade flowed with light. With just a light stroke, a terrifying sword ray swept out and slashed downward—like the very first sword light that split heaven and earth. Simple, yet terrifying, containing overwhelming and unmatched power.

Pfft…

In the next moment, blood splashed.

The white-robed figure’s pupils shrank violently. His body, standing in the void, staggered back several steps, seemingly unable to believe what had just happened.

He looked at his severed hand. Blood gushed from the wrist, which had been cleanly cut off by the sword light. The fallen hand was instantly submerged and annihilated by the sword radiance.

“Who exactly are you?”

His face beneath the mask turned ugly as he stared fixedly at Jiang Weiyang.

The other black-robed figures were equally shocked and horrified. In their eyes, this white-robed figure was already an invincible existence.

The rest of the caravan stood frozen like clay statues, equally stunned.

No one had expected that this veiled woman they were escorting would possess such terrifying power—cutting off the wrist of a Dao Realm expert in a single strike.

“You don’t need to know.”

Jiang Weiyang said calmly. The sword embryo hummed again. Its originally plain surface, after being stained with blood, seemed to be washed clean like by rain. The rust-like traces disappeared, becoming clear and flawless.

As she grasped the sword hilt, it rang sharply. Radiance burst forth, and billions of sword energies erupted, evolving into a vast, boundless domain of swords—a sea of sword intent—pressing down upon the white-robed figure.

“This is…?”

The white-robed figure was deeply shaken, then horrified. He seemed to want to escape, but billions of sword lights converged into a formation that sealed heaven and earth, locking down the surrounding space-time, leaving him unable to move even an inch.

The other black-robed figures collapsed and were annihilated the instant the sword light descended, like ashes, with no possibility of resistance.

Yaoyao felt the pressure before she vanished. She looked at Jiang Weiyang with a complicated expression. Her lips moved as if to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

She realized she relied too much on external forces. Every time she encountered trouble, it was never her own strength that resolved it.

If Jiang Weiyang hadn’t helped today, she might truly have been in danger.

Gu Changge was powerful, but he could not protect her forever. Deep down, she had always treated him as a reliance, believing that no matter how great the trouble, he would step in.

“I should also learn to rely on myself… not depend on Master’s existence…”

Yaoyao murmured inwardly, her gaze gradually becoming firm.

“You cannot kill me! Even if you destroy my body and annihilate my true soul, I will return under the protection of the great Black Lotus Lord…”

From within the vast sea of sword energy came an angry and unwilling voice.

The white-robed figure’s mask fell off, revealing a withered and terrifying face twisted in pain. His body was riddled with holes, pierced through by sword energy. From every wound, dark brown blood spurted out, appearing grotesque.

Seeing this, Yaoyao’s heart tightened, and all her thoughts were withdrawn.

She didn’t know the origin of this suddenly appearing Black Lotus Sect, but one thing was certain—it seemed to have some connection to dark beings.

And perhaps… The vague figure she had once glimpsed during that ritual seemed somewhat similar to her master.

But she didn’t believe Gu Changge would establish such a cult connected to dark beings, especially not around the borders of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance.

She suspected someone was deliberately framing them.

“This aura… could it be related to dark beings?”

Jiang Weiyang frowned slightly, sensing the strange aura ahead.

The area trembled violently. Brilliant light covered everything, as if countless worlds were collapsing.

Everyone shut their eyes in pain as surging energy spread outward. Mountains crumbled, swallowed by sword light, turning into ash.

Without surprise, the white-robed figure was soon obliterated, evaporated by countless sword rays. Even his body turned to dust, buried completely in the void.

A Dao Realm expert—capable of overturning a universe with a flick of a finger—had died here so miserably. It was shocking beyond belief.

Everyone in the caravan stood stunned.

“What did he mean by those words?”

Only Jiang Weiyang remained thoughtful.

She clearly sensed that he had been completely destroyed, yet something still felt off.

Could he really revive?

Does such a power truly exist—one that can bring the dead back and reverse yin and yang?

“Thank you.”

Yaoyao’s voice brought her back to her senses.

Jiang Weiyang smiled and waved her hand.

“I merely returned the favor. No need to be so polite.”

She then summoned the sword embryo back into her pouch as a streak of green light.

Everyone in the caravan now looked at her with awe and fear.

This sword embryo was left to her by her father, containing a trace of the Sword Intent of Emperor Weiyang. Even Ancestor Dao Realm experts would not dare underestimate it.

Yaoyao was not surprised.

After all, she also possessed the Fate Furnace refined for her by Gu Changge.

After such an event, no one dared rest. The caravan resumed its journey.

Later, inside the carriage, Yaoyao finally decided to reveal everything.

“You mean this Black Lotus Sect might be created by dark beings to infiltrate the Heaven-Slaying Alliance?” Jiang Weiyang pondered.

Yaoyao nodded.

“I suspect someone is trying to target my master… to make him the enemy of the world…”

She hesitated.

Because during that ritual, the figure she saw truly resembled Gu Changge.

But she didn’t believe he would do such a thing.

Jiang Weiyang frowned slightly. “Isn’t that a bit speculative?”

Yaoyao shook her head.

“If you had seen my master, you wouldn’t say that. No one can impersonate him.”

She quickly apologized.

Jiang Weiyang smiled.

“I trust your judgment.”

Then Yaoyao grabbed her hand.

“Come with me.”

They left the carriage and approached a sealed wagon.

Inside—Jiang Weiyang’s expression changed drastically.

“How is this possible…”

Inside was a cage made of dark iron.

Within it sat a teenage boy, dull and lifeless.

Black blood dripped from his wrists, writhing like living serpents.

“So strong… this dark aura…” Jiang Weiyang whispered.

Yaoyao explained softly, “Children like this are called Holy Children by the Black Lotus Sect. Their blood contains holy power. Drinking it allows ordinary beings to resist the corrosion of dark matter… and even lets cultivators temporarily transform into dark beings, gaining comparable strength…”