Fantasy: I Am the Villain.

Chapter Forty-Five: The Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance?

At this moment, Sikong Xuan was excitedly coming to report to Bai Ke that the plan to swallow an elephant with a snake had been completed. He was quite uneasy and insisted on meeting Bai Ke.

Sikong Xuan swore he had never been so excited in his life. Just half a month ago, he was worried about the inability to solve the Life and Death Talisman and the fact that the Shennong Gang had suffered such a great humiliation in his hands.

Who would have thought that in just half a month, not only had his cultivation greatly improved, but the Shennong Gang had also taken over a huge area of ​​Wuliang Mountain.

He knew that he would be worthy of the ancestors of the Shennong Gang after his death, and of course he would never forget the help Bai Ke had given him.

Even setting aside the fact that it's just a secret no one has discovered, if Bai Ke were to demand his head right now, the hot-blooded Sikong Xuan might just slit his own throat without batting an eye.

And so, the two walked towards each other in high spirits, and soon they met. Sikong Xuan was taken aback, and then stopped to wait for Bai Ke.

"Chief Sikong, you've come at the right time. Do you have time to show me around that dungeon?" Bai Ke asked without ceremony when Sikong Xuan stopped him.

"Hmm? What are you doing in such a filthy place, young master? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, Chief Sikong is overthinking it. It's just that I need to ask Zuo Zimu a few questions about the arrangements for the back of Wuliang Mountain," Bai Ke replied, pulling Sikong Xuan along as they walked.

"Wrong way, wrong way! Oh, my dear Young Master Bai, please wait a moment, I'll take you there." Sikong Xuan said helplessly to Bai Ke.

"Ahem, very good, very good!" After an awkward laugh, Bai Ke released Sikong Xuan and let him lead him to the dungeon.

After meeting with Sikong Xuan, Bai Ke discovered that he could actually see a small wisp of black energy lingering in Sikong Xuan's chest.

This black energy was almost identical to the black energy that had rushed towards Bai Ke in the system space before, except that the one within Sikong Xuan's body was more aggressive, darting left and right, quite uneasy.

He thought to himself that this might be what is called evil thought, but having only seen Sikong Xuan, Bai Ke couldn't be sure, so he was even more eager to go to the dungeon to verify his idea.

With Sikong Xuan leading the way, Bai Ke no longer rushed headlong like a headless fly as before. Soon, the two arrived at the entrance of the Yuanjianhu Palace dungeon.

Sikong Xuan tactfully stopped and walked to the side, saying, "Please make yourself at home, young master. Sikong will wait for you here."

With a slight nod, Bai Ke hurriedly entered the dungeon. As soon as he reached the door, he sensed a massive black aura hovering at the dungeon entrance.

"As expected, my idea was right, young master. If we're talking about places where evil thoughts gather, where else can we go besides prisons and jails that hold criminals?"

The dark aura, in a menacing manner, lingered above the prison cell, yet it could not escape, appearing extremely frenzied and evil.

Bai Ke stepped into the dungeon without a care in the world, only to find it damp and filthy, no wonder such a large mass of evil thoughts could grow there.

Bai Ke vaguely felt that he could absorb those evil thoughts into his body, and he also had a faint desire for it, but he forcibly suppressed this feeling.

The path of cultivation is most averse to mixing things up. This evil thought entering the body is no small matter. Even the Evil Sword Immortal, who was born with an evil spirit body, was controlled by evil thoughts. How could he dare to take risks so easily?

Ignoring the cries for help and pleas for justice from the people in the dungeon, Bai Ke went straight to the innermost level, where Sikong Xuanguan was holding Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing.

Before Bai Ke even stepped inside, he heard Zuo Zimu lamenting, "Junior sister, it's all my fault this time. I misunderstood you and gave those villains from the Shennong Gang an opportunity to take advantage of us."

I thought your disciple was angry about being humiliated and poisoned you, so I did it... I only realized it when you were poisoned, but it was too late.

It's a pity that the Wuliang Sword Sect, since its founding by our master, has weathered so many storms over the years, and now it's going to be destroyed by the two of us. I, your senior brother, have no face to face our master."

Xin Shuangqing, who usually has a fiery temper, was surprisingly patient now, gently comforting Zuo Zimu.

Seeing that the two seemed to have reconciled, Bai Ke had some mischievous thoughts and wanted to play a trick on them.

Along the way, Bai Ke has gained some understanding of his evil spirit talent. To talk about evil spirit talent, we must first understand what evil thoughts are.

The ancients spoke of the mind being like a monkey and the will like a horse, hence the legend of refining the mind in a furnace. The mind being like a monkey and the will like a horse are the distracting thoughts in a person's mind. Distractions are not evil thoughts, but evil thoughts are distractions.

People are not distinguished by good or bad; they will always have many thoughts in their minds, some good and some bad, depending on their choices. However, people have morality, so most thoughts that violate etiquette and law are forcibly suppressed.

These distracting thoughts won't disappear if you suppress them; over time, they will form evil thoughts. Therefore, all mortals have evil thoughts, but Bai Ke's talent is to manipulate and utilize the evil thoughts within the human body.

Secretly stirring up the evil thoughts within the two, Bai Ke hid to the side, peeking at the results of his experiment.

He was only there for the experiment, and he wasn't going to deliberately show himself to invite trouble. Soon, Xin Shuangqing became increasingly agitated.

During her conversation with Zuo Zimu, she would occasionally retort, accusing him of being vain and disregarding the greater principles of both sects.

At first, Zuo Zimu could tolerate it because he was in the wrong, but as Xin Shuangqing's words became more and more offensive, his expression gradually turned ugly.

"Junior Sister, your words are somewhat biased. If your Western Sect hadn't been trying to take advantage of us by forcibly keeping my Eastern Sect here, how could Sikong Xuan have taken advantage of us today?"

Zuo Zimu became more and more agitated as he spoke, "Hmm? You're speechless now? Did I, Zuo Zimu, force you to stay? I don't think so."

"You were the one who begged and pleaded to stay with me, but now that something's happened, you're blaming me for everything! You're utterly absurd!"

Xin Shuangqing's face turned bright red. "Zuo Zimu! You treacherous old man, shameless! Before Master died, he asked you to strengthen the Wuliang Sword Sect. I never expected you to be such a fickle and despicable person."

"You were the one who told me about the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin Temple vying for the title of Martial Arts Alliance Leader, and invited my disciples from the Western Sect to attend the ceremony. How did I become the one who begged and pleaded?"

Although she had learned a bit from Zuo Zimu, she hadn't stayed solely for that reason. Zuo Zimu's words completely absolved her of any responsibility, which infuriated her.

"Hmm? The leader of the martial arts alliance? Has the Shaolin Temple storyline started so quickly?" Bai Ke, who was watching the show from the sidelines, pondered.