I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1393

Chapter 1393: I don’t like this name, so you just follow me

w.a.n.g He knew he couldn’t blame Hong Gui at this moment, yet he still felt extremely uncomfortable and unwilling. Given their years of friendship, it stung that she had so easily gone back on her promise. But what could he do? Should he confront that mysterious man in white?

Forget it, this is just a trivial matter and hardly worth mentioning compared to the major event in a few days.

I still need Hong Gui’s help, so I can’t afford to fall out with her just yet.

Taking a few deep breaths, w.a.n.g He tried to comfort himself and put the matter aside. However, it lingered in his mind, particularly because the man in white was now taking away the gray-eyed, gray-haired figure. What would happen to the life records of the other creatures he had seen?

After all, the life records of those creatures indicated that one day in the future, the Ten Thousand Clans Arena would face a terrible disaster. The root cause of this would be the revenge of the gray-eyed, gray-haired figure. Given the current situation, it seemed that many aspects of the future would change accordingly.

“It appears that many things cannot be fully trusted. When unexpected events occur, the established path will inevitably deviate.”

w.a.n.g He reflected as he began to seriously plan for the next important matter.

The elders and disciples of the Scavengers Sect were unaware of the situation between w.a.n.g He and Hong Gui. However, noting his unusual expression, they wisely chose not to ask any further questions.

It would be great if I could use the Book of Scavengers right now.

w.a.n.g He sighed inwardly and attempted to call upon the spirit of the Book of Scavengers, but he was met with dead silence, receiving no response at all.

Although he felt helpless, w.a.n.g He wasn’t entirely surprised. The artifact spirit of the Book of Scavengers had always been aloof, refusing to recognize him as its master. It viewed him as weak and unworthy of such recognition. After the spirit of the Book of Scavengers had recovered, it had attempted to abandon him, which led to several angry confrontations between them. Ultimately, the artifact spirit had no choice but to retreat into silence, treating him as invisible.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Ten Thousand Clans Arena, several members of the Zhuo clan, accompanied by Elder Zhuo Jue, were making their way to the underground prison where the deceased were typically held. The slightly affluent middle-aged man from the arena led the way, wearing a submissive expression. He had just learned that the mysterious lord had taken an interest in one of the individuals who had won the recent duel.

This surprised the middle-aged man, who felt a mix of astonishment and envy. Having spent hundreds of thousands of years in the Ten Thousand Clans Arena, he had developed a keen sense of judgment. When Gu Changge arrived, he noticed that even Hong Gui, who typically appeared frequently, had come to greet him in person. In the past, she had relied on the elders of the Zhuo clan who stood by her side.

While he wasn’t qualified to see Gu Changge’s true face, he could vaguely guess at his ident.i.ty. The individual who had just been fighting in the duel had, in essence, struck it rich. Aligning himself with that lord would elevate him to a status that would require others to curry favor with him.

The middle-aged man’s emotions were complex; he lamented the impermanence of the world while feeling an overwhelming sense of envy.

“Where is Hong Gui? Why hasn’t she rushed over at this time?”

Elder Zhuo Jue’s expression soured slightly. He felt that Hong Gui’s absence was a sign of disrespect toward him and Gu Changge.

“Reporting to Elder Zhuo Jue, my master just received the news and is already on her way…”

The middle-aged man explained hurriedly, his tone respectful as he worried about Elder Zhuo Jue’s possible displeasure.

Elder Zhuo Jue let out a cold snort in response.

The underground prison seemed to have been carved out from the depths of an ancient planet. Its walls were intricately adorned with various patterns, each telling a story of its own. Even beings at the level of Immortal Kings could do nothing to destroy this place. Strong guardians were stationed every few miles to ensure that none of the prisoners could escape.

Each cage within the prison looked quite simple, containing only a futon and a stone bed at its center, shrouded in darkness that obscured any view of the sky.

Of course, the more victories a fighter achieved in the arena, the better their living conditions would be; this particular place was only the first level of the underground prison.

Soon, under the middle-aged man’s guidance, Elder Zhuo Jue and the others made their way to the lower floors.

In one of the cages, the gray-eyed and gray-haired figure who had fought in the arena was sitting alone in a corner, his body shrouded in darkness, revealing only a faint outline. A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air, permeating the surroundings. Despite having just experienced a fierce battle, there were no signs of him having been washed; he was still covered in blood.

Elder Zhuo Jue frowned at the sight, casting a disapproving glance at the middle-aged man.

“Is this the one you mentioned? You knew the lord intended to take him away, yet you left him in such a dirty state? The stench is unbearable. What are you playing at?”

The middle-aged man felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down his forehead and hurriedly explained, “Elder Zhuo Jue, please calm down. It wasn’t intentional; we didn’t mean for him to remain like this, and it’s not that we didn’t want him to clean up.”

“It’s just that this guy has a very peculiar temperament. The mothers-in-law and maids we a.s.signed to him had their hands chopped off simply for touching him. If they hadn’t escaped quickly, they might have lost their lives,” the middle-aged man explained.

“Additionally, if anyone of the opposite s.e.x approaches him carelessly, he perceives them as a threat and will kill them on the spot. We had no choice but to let him be; if he wants to clean himself up, he has to ask us for it.”

Elder Zhuo Jue was taken aback, not expecting such a situation to arise. “In that case, how did you allow him to fight in the arena?” he asked, curiosity creeping into his voice.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, a hint of embarra.s.sment crossing his face before he replied, “To be honest, Elder Zhuo Jue, this guy has clansmen and several younger sisters. He fights for the arena to ensure their protection, so he can look after his family behind him.”

Though the explanation was couched in terms of familial duty, Elder Zhuo Jue understood that it was likely the Ten Thousand Clans Arena that threatened the safety of the man’s relatives.

Such methods were quite common among various forces, and Elder Zhuo Jue chose not to comment further.

“I don’t understand what makes this guy so special that this lord is interested in him,” he mused aloud.

He scrutinized the figure in the cage again, but still found nothing particularly remarkable. The only striking aspect was the peculiar technique the man had employed during his earlier fight, yet he had no intention of digging deeper into it. After all, he was merely acting on behalf of Gu Changge.

“Fine, I’ll arrange for him to be cleaned up later and brought to the lord. If he’s neglected even a little, the master behind you will have to face the consequences,” Elder Zhuo Jue instructed, waving his hand dismissively. He cast one last glance into the cage before looking away.

In his position, he would typically never venture into such a place, but to demonstrate his sincerity in serving Gu Changge, he made the effort to come personally. After delivering his orders, Elder Zhuo Jue departed with the group of Zhuo clansmen, leaving the underground prison behind.

The middle-aged man let out a sigh of relief, his eyes reflecting envy as he signaled a few people from a distance to approach and explain the situation. Meanwhile, within the cage, the thin and small figure remained unmoved, even as he overheard the conversation outside. Sitting alone in the shadows, his gaze was somewhat vacant but predominantly exuded a calmness that withstood the chaos of the storm and the gray, oppressive sky.

He paid no attention to the envious looks directed at him, completely indifferent to their thoughts. A caretaker, typically responsible for his well-being, opened the cell door and approached him.

“Your hard days are over,” she announced.

“A mysterious lord, whom the entire Zhuo clan treats with utmost respect, plans to take you with him. From now on, you won’t belong to this world anymore…”

“Oh, it’s really annoying when people compare me to others. When will I have such good luck as you?” she added, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“Today, you should be obedient, clean yourself up, dress nicely, and prepare to meet lord.”

“In the future, you won’t have to spend every day in this dreary place, fighting for your life. You’ll finally escape this existence where danger lurks at every corner.”

Despite her words, she covered her nose tightly as she approached, her expression one of evident disgust.

It was tolerable from a distance, but as soon as one got closer, the pungent, repulsive stench of blood became overwhelming. She couldn’t fathom how the figure before her could endure such an environment for so long. He was disheveled and covered in scars, his skin dark and emaciated, leaving her puzzled as to why a mysterious lord would be interested in him.

As she spoke, the thin figure’s eyes flickered with a hint of recognition, a shadow of doubt crossing his face as if he struggled to comprehend her words. However, when the old woman reached out to touch him, his expression changed dramatically. A terrifying murderous intent erupted from his body, freezing the air around them with an icy chill that penetrated to the bone.

“Don’t touch me.” His voice was dry and hoa.r.s.e, laced with an unmistakable threat.

“You! you b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I’m helping you, old lady! Don’t mess around!”

The caretaker stammered, startled, and quickly retreated. Though she had her own cultivation, she was no match for the man before her.

Outside the dungeon, the middle-aged man felt a headache coming on as he watched the scene unfold, uncertain about how to handle it.

“Just take him there directly. If you delay, it will only anger that lord,” Hong Gui’s voice suddenly rang out from nearby.

She had arrived in person to take charge, and with her strength, she had no trouble subduing the man in the dungeon, effortlessly rolling up her sleeves and bringing him along.

In the pavilion where Gu Changge was resting, Hong Gui quickly arrived with her entourage. After Elder Zhuo Jue returned and explained the situation, she had grown concerned that Gu Changge might find it troublesome, so she decided to intervene personally.

“My lord, I truly apologize. This guy has a peculiar personality; he doesn’t want anyone touching him and refuses to wash up.” She explained as they made their way, revealing that she had already employed a dedusting technique to remove much of the b.l.o.o.d.y smell clinging to him.

But the odor lingered, still pervasive and unpleasant, as if he had been trapped in a killing field for years. Gu Changge, however, seemed unfazed. He casually asked, “What’s his name?”

Hong Gui quickly responded, “My lord, he doesn’t have an official name. Before he was brought to the Gufeng Ancient City’s home court, many simply referred to him as Hui Yan.”

Hui Yan?

Gu Changge murmured, rolling the name over in his mind as his gaze swept over the figure before him.

Hui Yan was completely restrained at that moment, unable to move. His eyes bore an intense fierceness, unyielding in the face of those surrounding him. He displayed a particular hatred toward Hong Gui, one that was hard to conceal.

Having spent some time in the Ten Thousand Clans Arena, he was acutely aware of the ident.i.ty of the blonde woman in the red dress. She was not just any adversary; she was the very architect of his current predicament, the real master behind the Ten Thousand Clans Arena who had orchestrated his fall into this dire situation.

“We don’t know her real name, but we named her based on her characteristics. She actually comes from the Muge clan of the Qin Mang galaxy. She’s been fighting in the arena for hundreds of years and has extremely rich combat experience…”

Hong Gui recounted the details she had gathered about the gray-eyed woman, explaining them one by one. If it hadn’t been for the unexpected fight earlier, she might not have noticed this figure at all.

Despite her knowledge, Hong Gui couldn’t grasp why Gu Changge would take an interest in Hui Yan. She found it hard to believe that it was merely due to her talent; such potential was not uncommon in Gufeng Ancient City. Given Gu Changge’s status, he wouldn’t be concerned about such trivialities.

There had to be a deeper reason for his interest. This thought suddenly reminded Hong Gui of w.a.n.g He’s peculiar behavior earlier. His eagerness to take both combatants must have been a ruse. w.a.n.g He’s true target was likely this gray-eyed figure standing before them.

A knowing smirk crossed Hong Gui’s face as she considered this revelation.

No wonder w.a.n.g He had such a strange expression when he heard that the lord in front of him was going to take this person away; he must have felt cut off and unwilling.

This w.a.n.g He, thinking that I have been friends with him for so many years, actually wants to take advantage of me.

Hong Gui thought, her dissatisfaction growing.

“What a remarkable talent, nearly ruined by him. From now on, you will follow me, Yan.” She decided on a new direction for Hui Yan, feeling the weight of her responsibility.

“Also, the name Hui Yan doesn’t suit you. I’ll give you a new one later.” She declared with determination.

“As for the threats against your clansmen and relatives, you need not worry. From now on, no one will dare to threaten you again.”

After listening to Hong Gui’s rea.s.surances, Gu Changge stepped forward with a faint smile, his demeanor calm and confident.