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

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after dinner

Ziyao cleared away the dishes and took them back to the kitchen, also kicking Qin Huaiyu out as well, under the pretext of:

"The injured should not be disturbed."

What kind of person does this girl think I am? I would go to the side room even if you didn't tell me.

After all, Ren Shiyu sells her art, not her body!

Art? I have no interest!

Qin Huaiyu muttered a few words, his thoughts returning to the ghost carriage he had encountered that afternoon. The fact that the man in black robes was able to subdue that ghostly thing showed that his strength was extraordinary.

Even a cultivator at the second level of the Poetry Rain realm was injured by him. Although it was a sneak attack, it would have been impossible without the support of cultivation.

It seems I also need to increase my strength as soon as possible.

Thinking to himself, he took out a scroll from his clothes. The paper was yellowed and looked quite old. He unfolded it and saw four characters written in strong and vigorous strokes at the top.

"The Dharmakaya is immeasurable."

That's right, this is the secret technique used by Kong Zhi. The old guy had wrapped it up in his divine sense space, and Feng Yunming and Shen Wan'er gave it up.

Qin Huaiyu still feels lingering fear at the imposing presence of that Buddha statue.

If it weren't for the unique Nightmare Power that grants combat strength beyond one's level, one wouldn't even be able to withstand a single palm strike from that Buddha, demonstrating just how powerful this secret technique is.

His heart was burning with passion, and he began to study by the light coming from the room.

Technique is formless, spirit is tangible; subtlety is emptiness, condensation is reality; through nightmares, one connects the meridians, links heaven and earth, and transforms meditation...

"This means using oneself as the foundation to construct a meditative body, and then using one's own nightmare power to build a network that connects heaven and earth, thus condensing an external body."

"This technique feels more like a formation that uses itself as a guide."

Qin Huaiyu found an open space in the courtyard, sat down cross-legged, and entered a meditative state.

Following the instructions in the scroll, he began to construct a phantom image based on his own form and appearance, with dark golden light emanating from his body.

Driven by intention, one uses oneself as a brand to replicate the entire network.

This is an extremely complex and mentally demanding task. The light transforms into strands of silk, leaving behind intricate patterns like brushstrokes under the guidance of intention.

They moved upstream in a dense and orderly fashion.

Feet, then legs...

His internal energy pool was boiling like water, and the golden liquid surged even more violently.

Before long, Qin Huaiyu's forehead was covered in sweat, his brows were furrowed, and his mind was extremely exhausted by the silk threads, as if he was about to collapse at any moment.

Consciousness also begins to blur at this point, becoming hazy and drowsy, a result of extreme exhaustion.

Hang in there, hang in there!

The phantom's body is almost complete.

Qin Huaiyu encouraged himself and pushed his body to its limits.

But at this moment, the darkness in his mind grew heavier and heavier, and the dark gold color was fading rapidly, and it began to become dim.

The energy within his body stagnated, and the threads began to disintegrate, with the illusory figure showing signs of disintegration.

Seeing that he was about to fail, Qin Huaiyu became extremely anxious. He bit his tongue hard, and a sharp pain immediately shot through his mouth, followed by a bloody taste.

He no longer cared about any of that; his spirit suddenly jolted, and his will surged back as if in a final burst of energy.

The dark golden light instantly became incredibly hot, and the threads fell even more rapidly than before.

Bones and veins.

become!

As the final stroke fell, the phantom was completed. At that moment, the power of the heavens and earth was stirred and flowed towards the phantom like a torrent.

The illusory image solidified and rapidly increased in height: two meters, three meters, four meters...

Until it reached tens of meters,

A brilliant, dark golden light shot straight into the sky.

Inside, a huge human figure took shape, obscuring the sky and the moon, like a towering mountain. Upon closer inspection, its appearance was exactly the same as Qin Huaiyu's.

Inside the room, Shi Yu leaned against the window, staring at the enormous Dharma body, her face filled with astonishment.

"He hasn't even reached the second realm yet, how could his Dharma body be so enormous, comparable to a perfect second realm cultivator!"

Her gaze shifted downwards.

At this moment, Qin Huaiyu had reached his limit. He forced himself to turn around, and when he saw the huge Dharma behind him, a smile appeared on his lips. Then he closed his eyes and completely fainted.

"Qin Huaiyu!"

Shi Yu's expression changed, and she hurriedly ran out. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the person had only fainted.

"I really owe you one!"

After saying that, she helped the person up and walked towards the side room.

...........

next day

The sky was bright.

Qin Huaiyu slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and was stunned for a moment.

Didn't I faint? How come I'm in the side room?

As if he had come to his senses, he glanced at the sky outside. The sun was already high in the sky, its light spreading far and wide.

"Damn, it's so late!"

He quickly got up, put on his shoes, and rushed out the door.

"Shiyu, you're gone!"

Shiyu, who was sitting on the bed in the room and feeling bored, heard the shout and immediately got up and ran out.

After the two met, they left the mansion.

……

The bustling streets are filled with people coming and going. Young men and women of all kinds are laughing, joking, or stopping at stalls to pick out their favorite items.

The vendors enthusiastically promoted their products, drawing disdain from the noodle-eating customers at the food stalls.

Of course, Qin Huaiyu didn't have time to look at these things. He led Shiyu through the crowd to a building located by the lake.