Fantasy: I Am the Villain.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Snake Swallows the Elephant (Part Four)

At the gate of Jianhu Palace, the Shennong Gang members were in a flurry of activity, but quickly hid themselves away again.

Those who had changed into the robes of the Wuliang Sword Sect disciples also joined Sikong Xuan in guarding the gates of Sword Lake Palace once again.

However, unlike before, where the previous guards prevented people from entering the Sword Lake Palace at will, they now prevented anyone from leaving.

Before entering, Sikong Xuan sent a team to search along the Wuliang Mountains and ask all irrelevant people to leave.

Then, Sikong Xuan, dressed in the robes of a Wuliang Sword Sect disciple, swaggered into the Sword Lake Palace. Because Bai Ke had cleared the way and he was quite agile, he managed to enter the back garden.

In the back garden, Bai Ke somehow managed to sit below Zuo Zimu and even seemed to be having a pleasant conversation with him, which greatly surprised Sikong Xuan.

"Could it be? Is this a scheme devised by Young Master Tian Ce and Zuo Zi Mu? To plot against my Shennong Gang?" Sikong Xuan couldn't help but feel uneasy.

But why did Young Master Tian Ce bestow that elixir? If he wanted to gain my trust, why make such a sacrifice?

Moreover, the die is cast, and Sikong Xuan doesn't know what to do. He can only wait and see, hoping that his newly acquired cultivation level will allow him to escape the encirclement and attack.

Sikong Xuan was now completely absorbed in the conspiracy theory he had conjured up in his mind about Bai Ke and the Wuliang Sword Sect, and completely ignored the look Bai Ke was giving him.

Bai Ke originally wanted to watch a good show and play another double agent game, but he couldn't let Sikong Xuan ruin his plan. Seeing that Sikong Xuan ignored his gaze, he immediately used his spiritual power to transmit his voice secretly.

"Chief Sikong? Chief Sikong? Sikong Xuan!" Seeing that Sikong Xuan still ignored him, Bai Ke's voice turned cold, and he whispered a shout in his ear.

"Young Master Bai?" Startled by Bai Ke's cold shout, Sikong Xuan hurriedly looked up, only to see Bai Ke gently shaking his head at him.

"Go outside now. When someone brings in tea later, I don't care how you do it, just add something to it."

Bai Ke's calm yet subtly murderous voice sent a chill down Sikong Xuan's spine.

"This Young Master Tian Ce is indeed full of tricks. I wonder how he made the sound enter my ears directly. It's truly a miraculous skill!"

While inwardly marveling, Sikong Xuan looked up at Bai Ke again, only to find that Bai Ke had already turned around and continued talking with Zuo Zimu, so he had no choice but to turn around and leave.

"Nephew Bai! I still don't know why the Northern Sect sent you here?" Zuo Zimu looked at Bai Ke in front of him, seemingly probing him intentionally or unintentionally.

When Bai Ke discovered that Zuo Zimu, Xin Shuangqing, and others were all there, he decided to abandon his original plan and instead stage a good show.

The original plan was to eliminate Zuo Zimu and his group with swift and decisive action, and then eliminate Xin Shuangqing and his group, who were unaware of the news, with lightning speed.

However, while it's fast, it's not very interesting. Bai Ke has a rare opportunity to personally participate in the plot of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, so how could he be content not to stir things up?

You know, causing trouble was the domain of Bai Ke's generation in his previous life. Art is about causing trouble, about explosions, isn't it?

So Bai Ke seized the opportunity to sneak into Zuo Zimu's banquet, and while everyone was drinking and having fun, he drifted in.

Before the disciples serving nearby could expel him, he greeted Zuo Zimu and the others, and claimed to be a descendant of the Northern Sect of the Wuliang Sword Sect who had left years ago.

Zuo Zimu was feeling quite pleased with himself when Bai Ke, with his divine sense at the Yuan Shen realm, forcibly influenced the sensory judgments of everyone present.

And so he was able to sit down next to Zuo Zimu with a legitimate reason, and they even seemed to be having a pleasant conversation.

After a few rounds of drinks, Zuo Zimu began to probe Bai Ke's intentions, although he did not doubt Bai Ke's identity.

However, the Northern School had been missing for so long, and suddenly a successor appeared, which was beyond Zuo Zimu's expectations. He thought that the Northern School had long since died out.

"Hehe, even if my senior uncle hadn't asked, I would have brought it up myself," Bai Ke said, standing up with a smile.

"My master recently passed away. Before his death, he kept thinking about the scenery of Wuliang Mountain and instructed his nephew to take him back to his ancestral home."

Therefore, I have taken the liberty of visiting you. I apologize for any inconvenience caused and thank you in advance.

His words were reasonable and well-founded, neither humble nor arrogant, which made Zuo Zimu nod in agreement.

"Yes, that's how it should be. Junior Nephew Bai is fulfilling his filial duty to his master, so how can we blame him?"

"In that case, I would like to thank all my senior masters in advance. Before my master passed away, he said that my Wuliang Sword Sect is now led by Senior Master Zuo and Senior Master Xin. But I don't know where Senior Master Xin is now?"

Bai Ke pretended not to see Xin Shuangqing and deliberately asked Zuo Zimu a question.

Zuo Zimu was taken aback, turned to look at Xin Shuangqing whose face had suddenly turned extremely ugly, secretly gloated, and then slowly introduced her to Bai Ke:

"Hahaha, now that Junior Nephew Bai knows, look at the person leading the group opposite you, that's your Senior Uncle Xin!"

"Ah? Bai Ke was blind. Please forgive my disrespect, Uncle Xin!"

After Bai Ke's perfunctory apology, Xin Shuangqing couldn't bring herself to blame him any further, so she just snorted coldly and said nothing more.

She was already quite dissatisfied with the insincere interactions with Zuo Zimu and the others, and now that she was being ignored by a mere junior, she became even more resentful towards Zuo Zimu.

This was the first time Xin Shuangqing had been completely ignored since she became famous.

It's understandable that the younger generation is ignorant, but Zuo Zimu didn't even introduce himself. Did he expect her to tell the younger generation how amazing she was?

Bai Ke's eyes darted around, and seeing that he had stirred up Xin Shuangqing's dissatisfaction, he pressed his advantage and said to Zuo Zimu, Xin Shuangqing, and the others:

"Uncle Zuo, Uncle Xin, I am late and do not know what has happened that has troubled you two to come out at the same time?"

Xin Shuangqing felt that this suddenly appearing junior disciple was deliberately bringing up the most sensitive topic. Did he, a successor of the Northern Sect, not know about the five-year agreement of the Wuliang Sword Sect?

This kid fawned over Zuo Zimu the moment he arrived, but ignored everyone from her Western Sect. What a snobbish person!

Zuo Zimu, on the other hand, felt that Bai Ke's words suited his taste. He knew that wealth and honor without returning home were like wearing fine clothes at night.

The fact that the Eastern Sect had once again defeated the Western Sect had already made him complacent, but he couldn't vent his anger because Xin Shuangqing and the others were present. Now that Bai Ke had brought it up, he naturally had to speak his mind.

And so, as Xin Shuangqing’s face grew increasingly dark, Zuo Zimu enthusiastically recounted to Bai Ke the events of the past few days’ East and West Sect competition.

Soon, through Zuo Zimu's still-engaging narration, Bai Ke learned how Xin Shuangqing's Western Sect had been utterly defeated and routed by the Eastern Sect members not long ago.

Seeing Xin Shuangqing's increasingly cold expression, Bai Ke immediately decided to continue to fuel the flames and add fuel to the fire of the conflict between the Eastern and Western sects.