Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

Yan Mansion

The main gate was tightly closed, but the lights inside the hall were all on.

"Why haven't they returned yet? It's almost time."

Yan Changsheng felt uneasy for some reason, which was why he was still awake so late.

Kongxuan seemed not to have heard anything, keeping his eyes closed. If it weren't for the fact that he was still fiddling with the prayer beads in his hand, no one would know that he was still awake.

You bald bastard, you're quite the actor. If I didn't know what you were up to at Wuliang Mountain, I'd really think you were a high-ranking monk!

Yan Changsheng glanced at him with his big eyes, secretly cursing in his heart.

As if sensing something, Kong Xuan paused, his long eyebrows twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Yan Changsheng's heart skipped a beat when he saw this. Could it be that it sensed him? Is this old bald monk's senses that sharp?

He quickly forced a smile and said:

"Master, you're awake?"

Kong Xuan seemed not to have heard, and turned his head to look outside the hall.

Just then, a figure hurriedly walked in from the dim light.

Yan Changsheng looked in the direction indicated and was greatly surprised when he saw who it was.

"Second brother, didn't you go to find that kid? What happened?"

The person who arrived was Yan Tu, who had rushed back, but he was no longer the spirited man he used to be.

His black brocade robe was torn in several places and had many bloody wounds. Although his injuries were not serious, he was in a very sorry state.

When Kong Xuan saw him like this, even his usually calm face showed a hint of emotion.

Under the strange gazes of the two, Yan Tu's face darkened even more.

"It failed. That kid is a monster. Luckily, I went in person today. Otherwise, if it had been someone else, they probably wouldn't have come back."

"What?!"

Yan Changsheng was shocked and asked incredulously:

"Wasn't it said that he was just a merchant's son with no real cultivation?"

Kong Xuan's pupils widened slightly, clearly indicating that he was also extremely unsettled.

Yan Tu frowned deeply, gritting his teeth in anger at the thought of Qin Huaiyu, and said:

"His cultivation level is nothing special, only at the Great Perfection of the First Realm, but that bastard's combat power is extremely terrifying. Even I was suppressed and couldn't gain any advantage."

If it were truly a life-or-death battle, without using ancient artifacts, I would be no match for them.

Although he hated it, he was also very objective and dared not deceive anyone.

He was at the peak of the first realm, yet possessed combat power comparable to that of the peak of the second realm, and had even defeated...

Yan Changsheng felt like he was listening to a joke, but looking at his second brother's expression, he knew clearly that it was true.

My second brother is incredibly strong; he's someone who has rivals even in the Divine Realm. Yet that kid managed to defeat him across borders. What kind of monster is he?

He simply couldn't imagine it, and had never heard of such an incredible thing.

Kong Xuan frowned, a rare occurrence for him.

"Cross-border battles are common, but to cross an entire realm... unless one's Nightmare Power has been forged to its limit, could it be...?"

As if he had just thought of something, his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

"Master, do you know?" Yan Tu and Yan Changsheng asked in unison.

Kong Xuan nodded and said:

"You've all heard of the Extreme Realm, right? It's a realm beyond the original realm. It requires forging the Nightmare Power to its purest form, transforming the formless into the tangible, making it concrete. At the same time, the body must be extremely resilient, enough to withstand the powerful Nightmare Power. This is the realm of breaking through the limits of the human body."

Yan Changsheng's pupils dilated. The ultimate realm—that was a realm that only existed in legends. Many people spent their entire lives without even touching the threshold, including himself.

How could that be? What right does a mere merchant like him have?

He didn't want to believe it, but he had no better explanation.

"No wonder, no wonder that kid's physical strength is so formidable, and even his Nightmare Power is incredibly pure; he's at the pinnacle!"

Yan Tu was filled with hatred. As someone who had personally experienced it, even if he didn't want to accept the answer, he knew perfectly well that there was no other possibility.

Kong Xuan shook his head. "Junior brother, it's no wonder you died at his hands."

An extreme level of skill—what a terrifying talent that must be.

Unfortunately, it has no connection with Wuliang Mountain.

"I never expected that an ant would have such power. We can't let it grow. We must kill it as soon as possible!" Yan Changsheng thought fiercely.

Even if you are a monster, you will still die if you become an enemy of the Yan family.

"No!"

Kong Xuan waved his hand. "Something has already happened. Do you want us to fail at the last minute? Besides, that kid is related to the princess. Killing him will definitely alert Chu Langtian."

"But..." Yan Changsheng was unwilling.

Kong Xuan interrupted him, saying:

"There's no 'but' about it. Just be patient for a while longer, and we'll succeed soon. It won't be too late to kill them then."

"Well, damn it!"

Yan Changsheng shouted angrily in despair.

…………

early morning

As the sun rose higher, the sky was filled with rosy light, and blood-red hues spilled into the entrance of the Cloud House.

A familiar figure stepped in lightly. He was wearing a tattered Taoist robe and open-toed straw sandals, but his face was clean, with small eyes, thick lips, and a red nose.

This person was none other than the nameless old Taoist priest who had been missing for many days.

"Little sister, walk slowly, ee-ya, ee-ya-yo..."

The old Taoist priest hummed a song as he stepped through the door, looking quite pleased with himself.

Ah Niu, sporting dark circles under his eyes, was sweeping the floor. Hearing the noise, he glanced up, then looked down and continued working.

"Hey, buddy, I'm back!" the old Taoist priest called out, somewhat annoyed.