This Is What a Villain Is Like

"The antidote?"

Her reminder made Jiang Lan suddenly remember. But hadn’t it been less than three months yet?

The last time he had given her the so-called "antidote" was just over a month ago. The three-month deadline he had used to fool her was still a long way off.

"I may have to leave the Celestial Central Province for a while. The upper echelons of the Blood Immortal Sect have discovered traces of a suspected descendant of the Sect Leader, the Blood Immortal Ancestor, over in Dongyuan Province. They plan to dispatch many Elders and Disciples, and I must accompany them."

"I don’t know how long it will be before I return to the Celestial Central Province. I’m afraid the poison will act up and I’ll die on the road without the antidote. That’s why I came to ask Young Master Jiang for some more," Song Youwei explained bluntly.

Jiang Lan’s brow furrowed upon hearing this.

A descendant of the Blood Immortal Sect’s Sect Leader, the Blood Immortal Ancestor?

In his memory, this was something that shouldn’t have appeared until much later in the plot. Moreover, it was related to a contingency plan left behind by the Blood Immortal Ancestor.

The Blood Immortal Ancestor had long ago foreseen that he would face a great calamity that could lead to his demise. He had abandoned his previous body, cultivated a Destiny-Reversing Body anew, and left a wisp of his Life Soul within a descendant to nurture his Holy Spirit Primordial Embryo.

The Holy Spirit Primordial Embryo was a supreme physical vessel technique from the Blood Immortal Sect’s Dao Lineage, capable of housing two souls and three bodies, granting it infinite potential.

Each soul was a separate and complete living entity, unaffected by the other. One was primary, the other secondary, both lying dormant deep within the Sea of Consciousness. As long as one soul remained, the body would not die.

As for the three bodies, they could accommodate the physiques of a human, a yao, and a demon. They would merge into one to form the Primordial Spirit Embryo. This embryo combined the strengths of all three races, achieving a state of Reverse Innate. It would evolve into Chaos, nurture the primordial beginning, and forge an ultimate physical body with unending life.

When combined with the various legacies of the Blood Immortal Sect, it could produce an effect comparable to a weakened Destiny Dao Fruit.

Jiang Lan mulled over these memories. Once the Blood Immortal Ancestor was reborn, he would inevitably be able to sense the true location of the Blood Immortal Sect’s legacy. For Jiang Lan, this was not good news.

’I need to strike first. I can’t let him return safely, or I’ll be at a disadvantage.’

The information Song Youwei had revealed made Jiang Lan’s gaze deepen.

"What’s wrong?"

Song Youwei didn’t know why Jiang Lan had suddenly frowned and fallen into thought. She waved a fair, jade-like hand in front of his face.

"Among the Blood Immortal Ancestor’s descendants, if a fellow named Xue Wuchen appears, keep a close eye on him and pay attention to his every move."

Jiang Lan’s thoughts returned to the present. He spread his hand, and three bottles of healing Purifying Spirit Pills appeared. He placed them on the tea table.

The Blood Immortal Ancestor’s Life Soul would need time to recover; he couldn’t just merge with and possess his descendant immediately.

"Xue Wuchen?" Song Youwei nodded, secretly committing the name to memory.

She felt that Jiang Lan truly possessed the ability to see the future. Such a skill was simply inconceivable.

The Blood Immortal Ancestor’s homeland was in Dongyuan Province, so far from the Celestial Central Province—separated by hundreds of millions of li. How could he possibly know what was happening over there?

Could it be that an Innate Saint could truly seek fortune, avoid disaster, and deduce the future?

"Let me know before you set out. I’ll prepare some things for you that will come in handy," Jiang Lan said, showing no intention of explaining further.

Song Youwei was very smart and also obedient. She wouldn’t ask what she wasn’t supposed to ask, understanding what she should and shouldn’t know.

It was just that once Song Youwei set off for Dongyuan Province, he would be short one capable subordinate.

"Are you worried about my safety?" Song Youwei asked with a smile playing on her lips.

"Dongyuan Province isn’t like the Celestial Central Province. It’s teeming with Daoist Sacred Lands and Grotto Heaven Blessed Lands. It’s chaotic and lawless. It’s never wrong to have a few more life-saving measures on hand."

"If something were to happen to you, I would be very sad," Jiang Lan said.

The main reason, however, was that he planned to meddle with the descendant chosen by the Blood Immortal Ancestor ahead of time, and he needed to prepare some things to give to Song Youwei.

"You’re underestimating my strength again."

Song Youwei’s delicate nose wrinkled slightly. But even so, she was quite happy inside. After all, Jiang Lan was truly treating her as one of his own, worrying about her safety.

"Caution is the key to longevity. The best way to conduct oneself is to be steady and hide one’s true strength," Jiang Lan said, taking a sip of his tea.

"But you can’t hide your strength anymore. After the Southern Hunting exercise ended, all the great Noble Families and Clans have started paying attention to you. In the last few days, my informants have already dealt with quite a few spies trying to dig up information on you..." Song Youwei also picked up her teacup, her moist, petal-like red lips taking a gentle sip.

"Let them investigate. It’s not like I have any secrets," Jiang Lan said with an indifferent air.

"I was very surprised that Emperor Xia is a woman. Did you know all along?"

Song Youwei looked very interested in the topic. She said, "Does this mean you were willing to expose yourself for Emperor Xia’s sake?"

"Why do you sound so jealous?" Jiang Lan retorted instead of answering.

Song Youwei beamed. "Because I am jealous."

Jiang Lan glanced at her. Song Youwei had grown much bolder than before. She looked gentle, elegant, and demure with a scholarly air, but her tone was becoming progressively more flirtatious, and now she was even starting to tease him.

However, he couldn’t be bothered to bicker with her; there was no point in verbal sparring. The fact that Song Youwei was speaking to him this way was because she had gradually let down her guard and wariness, and now trusted him.

This was good news, in a way. After all, such a capable and trusted subordinate was hard to find.

"Are these actually Purifying Spirit Pills?"