I Really Am A Villain - Ch. 1811 - Count Me In Too

Every movement of this man carried a momentum capable of shattering mountains and seas, his presence surging like a rainbow.

Around his body, hazy waves of energy faintly surged. If one observed carefully, it was easy to notice that he was constantly absorbing the power of heaven and earth. By day, he drew in the power of the sun. By night, he absorbed the power of the moon.

He was also from one of the Eighteen Lineages, the Saint Son of the Sun-Moon Lineage, Wang Qianjun.

The three of them stood there, with disciples from their respective lineages faintly gathered around them, forming three additional small factions.

In an instant, people from seven of the Eighteen Lineages had arrived. The attraction of this peach tree was undeniable.

On Wang Ya’s side, however, the Plant Lineage looked the most desolate. There were only the three of them, and no one paid them much attention.

Demon Peak of the Giant Mountain Lineage was the first to speak. “Everyone, the Earth-Heart Mother-Thunder Peach Tree has already matured. Why don’t we each rely on our own abilities?”

“Relying on our own abilities is fine, but shouldn’t we make a wager?” Shen Hongrong of the Witch Crow Lineage said with a smile. “Otherwise, it would be a bit too boring.”

Her lips were purple, and dark, gloomy light flickered in her eyes. Her face was thin, and her skin carried a purplish-black hue.

“What does Junior Sister Shen want to wager?” Wang Qianjun of the Sun-Moon Lineage asked calmly.

His tone was domineering and forceful.

“Ordinary things don’t interest me, and I don’t lack them either,” Shen Hongrong said. “If we’re going to bet, let’s bet big. What do you say?”

“The Peach Banquet opens in two days. Who here dares to wager a Peach Banquet slot?” Zhao Jinwu of the Fire Crow Lineage said from the side.

As soon as he said this, the scene fell into silence.

“Is he crazy? How can a Peach Banquet slot be wagered so casually?”

“That’s right. With a Peach Banquet slot, you can obtain a peach.”

“And that’s a real peach, picked from the main tree.”

The crowd immediately erupted into discussion.

Saintess Qing of the Heavenly Luan Lineage smiled faintly and asked, “Junior Brother Zhao is really bold. You’re even willing to give up a peach slot.”

“To be honest, my Golden Crow Creation Art has reached a bottleneck,” Zhao Jinwu said bluntly. “I need peaches to comprehend the Dao.”

“Unfortunately, one peach isn’t enough. I need more peaches. If I can’t get them, then giving up one slot doesn’t matter.”

He wanted to use one slot to gamble for a greater gain.

Nearby, Zhao Qiuyi of the Ice Lineage narrowed her eyes slightly and said, “You’re quite confident. Do you really think you can beat us?”

“The Golden Crow is inherently domineering. If I weren’t domineering, I would have cultivated Fire Crow techniques back then,” Zhao Jinwu replied calmly. “Instead, I sought out my ancestor’s Golden Crow Creation Art. Even if I die, I’ll die standing.”

“What spirit. I’m in,” Demon Peak of the Giant Mountain Lineage said first.

“I’ll join as well,” Shen Hongrong followed immediately.

“I’ll bet. Who’s afraid of whom?”

“Since everyone’s betting, this little sister will naturally accompany you all,” Saintess Qing said with a smile.

Almost instantly, the Saint Sons and Saintesses of six major lineages reached an agreement on the wager.

The surrounding disciples immediately started watching with excitement, speculating over who would take the lead.

After all, whoever won could obtain six slots at once.

That was a direct leap to the top.

“Why not count us in as well?”

Just as they were about to make a move to pick the peaches, a voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Everyone turned to look and saw Wang Ya slowly stepping forward.

“Who is she?”

“Seems like someone from the Plant Lineage, but they’ve been hiding in Broken Wolf Valley for years. I’m not sure.”

“So it’s Junior Sister Wang,” Saintess Qing said with a smile when she saw Wang Ya. “Are you here to join the fun too?”

Wang Ya glanced at Xu Zimo, steadying her resolve.

This was naturally Xu Zimo’s idea.

She smiled and said, “That’s right. You won’t mind one more slot, will you?”

“If Junior Sister wants to give away a slot, I’ll gladly accept it,” Zhao Jinwu laughed loudly.

“Our Plant Lineage will have Brother Xu represent us,” Wang Ya said calmly, pulling Xu Zimo forward.

For the Plant Lineage, whether they could even keep the slot was uncertain to begin with. The Forging Crane Lineage was watching closely.

Wang Ya didn’t mind using the slot to take a gamble.

Besides, they were all Saint Sons and Saintesses of their respective lineages, each with authority over their own slots. No one was worried about anyone backing out.

Otherwise, they would have no place to stand in Jade Court.

When Xu Zimo stepped forward, a strange light flashed through Zhao Qiuyi’s eyes, and her expression grew slightly more serious.

Although she had only met Xu Zimo once, his strength was something she was wary of. She wasn’t confident she could block that blade strike from earlier.

Of course, she hadn’t gone all out either.

“Fine. Then the Plant Lineage gets a share as well,” the others nodded.

Demon Peak said, “So how are we competing?”

“Whoever picks more peaches?”

“Back then, Ye Qingcheng was called a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius of Jade Court, and even she only picked one peach,” Shen Hongrong said with a smile.

“I’m not looking down on anyone here, but I know I’m not as good as Ye Qingcheng. Forget about picking three peaches. If I can pick even one, I’ll be satisfied.”

Clearly, this peach tree was far from as simple as it looked.

It stood motionless between heaven and earth, yet the sense of heaviness it exuded, along with its dominion over countless lightning bolts, suppressed the entire Peach Orchard.

“Then let’s try,” Demon Peak said, unwilling to accept this.

He stepped into the air, his massive strength erupting as he transformed into a streak of black aurora.

Seeing Demon Peak take the lead, the others did not rush. There was even a hint of testing in their expressions as they watched him closely.

The moment Demon Peak approached the Earth-Heart Mother-Thunder Peach Tree, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck straight at him.

Boom.

The lightning was as fast as a shooting star, its might terrifying.

Everyone focused their gaze and saw the void where Demon Peak stood explode instantly.

In the next moment, a furious roar rang out.

Demon Peak’s body rapidly expanded, transforming into a giant-like figure.

As a member of the Giant Mountain Lineage, strength was their core.

Demon Peak roared, panting heavily as he laughed loudly. “You think this little bit of lightning can kill me? You’re far from it.”

He took a step forward and, with overwhelming force, surged upward to grab the peaches.

Several branches tried to intercept him midway, but they were all blown apart by a single punch. This was absolute power.

“The strength of the Giant Mountain Lineage truly lives up to its reputation,” Wang Qianjun of the Sun-Moon Lineage remarked.

“But with just this level, it probably won’t be enough,” Shen Hongrong said calmly.

As her words fell, a loud boom echoed.

Demon Peak’s figure was suddenly blasted back down.

“So fast?” Everyone was shocked.

In the blink of an eye, Demon Peak could no longer hold on.

At this moment, he was scorched by lightning. His hair stood straight up, and his already dark skin looked even darker.

Black smoke puffed from his mouth as he struggled to stand up and looked at the stunned crowd.

“What are you all standing there for?” he shouted. “Attack together.”

“The peach tree really lives up to its reputation,” someone muttered.