[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-really-am-a-villain":3,"chapter-i-really-am-a-villain-i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-181":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Really Am A Villain",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1432856,1885,"Chapter 181 - The Return of Yan Buhui","i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-181",181,"\u003Cp>📢 New Novel Launch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Xu Zimo arrived at the arena, it was already packed with a dense crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the stage, two young men stood, swords in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one on the left wore a blue robe. His gaze was calm, but from his eyes shot forth an endless sword intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire being was wrapped in that sword intent, unyielding and eternal, evoking the impression of a timeless, indestructible will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man on the right wore a white robe. He didn’t exude any great aura, nor did he have a sharp sword presence about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked more like an ordinary man. His robe was as white as snow, and a three-foot-long sword hung at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zimo was slightly surprised when he saw the white-robed young man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that Yan Buhui?” Little Gui exclaimed in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Buhui had parted ways with Xu Zimo earlier, saying he would enter the mortal world to seek insight into his sword path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, Xu Zimo thought he’d stay in the Western Region to train, he hadn’t expected him to arrive all the way in the Eastern Continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it had been a while, the aura around Yan Buhui now had a sense of returning to simplicity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer displayed his most lethal sword energy outwardly, as he used to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two stood face-to-face in the arena, the crowd below was buzzing with chatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That white-robed guy doesn’t look like much. He already seems overwhelmed by Unbreaking Sword Qin Feiming just from aura alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think just anyone can compare to Qin Feiming? A few years ago, even the Holy Son of the Mo Imperial Clan came to challenge him and left in utter defeat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mo Imperial Clan?\" someone unfamiliar asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one in the Eastern Continent’s core region, the clan of the Formation Emperor,\" came the reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Would the Mo Imperial Clan really just sit back after their Holy Son was beaten?\" another asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you know where Qin Feiming comes from?\" someone chuckled. \"He’s from Heaven Ender.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just those two simple words, Heaven Ender, were enough to make the entire crowd fall silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One sect, three emperors, a legacy like a blade hanging over the heads of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Founded by the Grand Emperor Tian Ya, later strengthened by the Grand Emperor Zhi Chi and the Fierce Emperor, Heaven Ender wasn’t a traditional sect or clan, it functioned more like a massive intelligence organization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They collected information on all rare people and artifacts in the world and sold it to those who needed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the World’s Rarest Treasures List and the Wind-Cloud Rankings were compiled by them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their main headquarters was in the Middle Continent, with branches spread across the other four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the arena, Qin Feiming’s sharp gaze remained fixed on Yan Buhui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said calmly, “Defeat me, and you’ll earn the Eternal Sword God’s inheritance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t care for the Sword God’s inheritance,” Yan Buhui smiled gently. “I just enjoy fighting other swordsmen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feiming’s eyes narrowed slightly. His blue robe fluttered as he struck out with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden, furious blade of light tore down from the heavens, seemingly slicing the world in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Buhui looked up slightly, and in that moment, he became like a drawn sword himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his right hand, using it as a sword, and gently slashed through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword light falling from the sky shattered instantly, dispersing into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I first touched a sword at age three,” Yan Buhui said calmly, eyes focused on Qin Feiming. “When I was seven, someone very important to me left this world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft breeze stirred, blowing Yan Buhui’s long hair into disarray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down at the sword in his hand and muttered, “From then on, this sword became my only companion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a crisp clang echoed, countless sword lights soared into the sky, chaotic and fierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At sixteen, I entered the True Martial Sacred Ground and received my ancestor’s inheritance the same year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drawing his sword, he pointed it at Qin Feiming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since then, I’ve wandered the martial world, refining my sword path through life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came all the way from the Western Region to Primordial Ancient City. I’ve seen bandits in the Desert Tribes ravage villages. I drew my sword then, for justice. I’ve seen rogue cultivators in the Mercenary Halls fight to the death over a single technique scroll. I understood then, behind pitiful desperation lies a harsh truth: weakness is a sin. I’ve seen deceit within sects, and innocent people die, fathers shielding their children with their backs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Long ago, I told myself I would walk the emotionless sword path. But after all I’ve seen, I’ve come to understand: humans are not wood or stone, how can we be without emotion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t escape my own desires and emotions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he finished speaking, Yan Buhui swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless sword shadows roared through the air, tearing through the sky, sweeping across half the heavens with unstoppable force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword aura crashed down, and Qin Feiming’s eyes sharpened. He raised his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a shout, his sword erupted with a brilliant radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sword light was wrapped in strands of gray mist, giving off a feeling of eternity, resilience, and indestructibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s Qin Feiming’s Undying Sword Intent,” someone below murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say it’s a derivative understanding he gained from the Eternal Sword God’s eternal sword intent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the gray sword intent surged skyward, the two brilliant sword lights clashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky roared with wind and clouds. Blade auras surged across the heavens in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive mushroom cloud bloomed high in the sky. Even the void itself seemed to tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ripples shook through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous boom rang in everyone’s ears. The blinding lights of the clash gradually dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd stared at the battlefield in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the intensity of the battle, the arena, framed by two towering ox horns, remained untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had borne the weight of two eras and survived the apocalyptic disasters of the Desolate Age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it still stood, unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the arena, the two men stood face-to-face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword waves they created whipped their robes and hair into a constant fluttering storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re… impressive,” Qin Feiming said slowly after a long silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword broke in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His sword… it broke,” someone whispered in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Swords, too, have feelings,” Yan Buhui replied calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, all four of his meridian gates were open, his aura belonging fully to the Desolate Meridian Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was as sharp as his sword. He was the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You win,” Qin Feiming said with effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words carried a trace of sadness, and relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. Get a new sword. Let’s fight again,” Yan Buhui shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was still a step behind,” Qin Feiming replied. “Even if we fought ten thousand more times, the result would be the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I became too fixated on the surface meaning of the words undying sword intent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You win. You’ve earned the right to receive my master’s true inheritance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even then, despite the inheritance of the Sword God being within his grasp, Yan Buhui’s expression remained calm from beginning to end.\u003C\u002Fp>",1211,"2026-06-06T01:06:40.721Z",1,"novelbin.me","6a3c9d690f6c82084a179c4e9736c3272ab08f3798339a007d8708ea3388f5f3","i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-182","i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-180",1822,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-really-am-a-villain-cover.jpg"]