I am The Fated Villain

Chapter 1521: it’s also just a line of slaves under him, the congenital five canals

Zi Susu’s complexion was a little pale as she knelt on the ground, her body trembling as if she were sifting through chaff; she was clearly extremely afraid of this ancestor.

“Old Ancestor… Ye Suyi knows my secret…”

She didn’t dare to conceal anything and hastily confessed everything she had been worried about these days. It had never occurred to Zi Susu that she had effectively sold Ye Suyi to Lin Shuixuan out of anger. Now, by a twist of fate, Ye Suyi had ended up following that mysterious young man in white. How could she possibly go back to reclaim Ye Suyi now?

All along, Ye Suyi had been her subject for experimenting with the immortal binding demonic art. In an effort to instill fear in Ye Suyi, she had shared some details about the technique, which ultimately led Ye Suyi to discover her biggest secret.

Originally, Zi Susu was not considered the most outstanding talent among Zixiao Mountain’s generation; her current achievements stemmed from a fortunate encounter many years ago when her ancestor met her by chance. For reasons unknown, the ancestor had deemed the immortal binding demonic art a taboo technique of Zixiao Mountain, taught it to her, and instructed her to cultivate it.

Zi Susu was naturally ecstatic at first, captivated by the almost terrifying speed of her cultivation. However, it wasn’t long before she began to feel uneasy, sensing that something was amiss. Given that it was a skill capable of transforming a person into a dragon in one fell swoop, the term “mystery” hardly sufficed to describe its power. How could this possibly be a taboo practice?

So, Zi Susu began seeking out people to experiment with, aiming to verify the side effects and dangers of the immortal binding demonic art. As she had anticipated, although the technique was against the natural order, those who cultivated it did not live long. It was even possible that, someday in the future, she would encounter a sudden disaster that could lead to her death.

The conditions of death were all kinds of strange: some individuals committed suicide, ensnared by the demons; others became exhausted and turned to dry bones; some unexpectedly encountered a strong opponent and perished in the aftermath.

Zi Susu developed a preliminary understanding of the weirdness and horror associated with the immortal binding demonic art. However, she found it impossible to give up cultivating the technique. Having become accustomed to the obsessive and terrifying speed of her cultivation, adapting to her previous life of penance felt nearly impossible.

Therefore, Zi Susu could only continue to hypnotize herself with the excuse that she was uniquely suited for the immortal binding demonic art, allowing her to persevere in her cultivation. In the process, she also gathered people for her experiments, seeking a way to neutralize the art’s effects.

“It’s really foolish. Since I granted you this technique, it naturally means you are suited for cultivation,” the Lord of Zixiao Mountain remarked. “Do you think the Old Ancestor wants to harm you?”

He had not expected Zi Susu to engage in these activities without his knowledge, and a sullen expression appeared on his face, revealing his displeasure.

Upon hearing his words, Zi Susu became even more terrified. She did not dare to raise her head and kept shaking in fear.

The Lord of Zixiao Mountain snorted coldly and said, “When I gave you this taboo technique, it was precisely because you were suited for its cultivation. In you, I seem to see my former shadow, which is why I didn’t hesitate to show up and teach you personally. But who would have thought you were so foolish as to worry that your ancestor would harm a junior like you? It’s the juniors who are useless and have let down the good intentions of their ancestors.”

Zi Susu’s face turned pale, filled with panic and fear, and she quickly apologized. The Lord of Zixiao Mountain waved his hand dismissively and said, “This matter is neither big nor small. If Ye Suyi leaks information about the taboo magic skills, you should know what to do at that time.”

“Susu understands,” she replied quickly, knowing full well that she dared not mention it was her ancestor who encouraged her cultivation. If this matter were exposed, she would have to find a way to take all the blame upon herself and then apologize with her life.

The Lord of Zixiao Mountain nodded at her words and chose not to say anything further. He waved his hand, dismissing her from the palace.

“She’s a clever one, knowing how to find subjects for her experiments,” he mused. “But it’s a dead end, one the ancestor walked before. If the threat of the immortal binding demonic art could be easily eliminated, why would I have to devise countless ways to address it?”

He gazed out of the palace, his expression growing cold and deep. Many people in Zixiao Mountain were unaware that the current master’s achievements were, in fact, thanks to the very same immortal binding demonic art.

In the beginning, the reason he sought to snatch Chu Gucheng’s good fortune and Dao fruit was rooted in his concern that one day his own Dao fruit and cultivation would be consumed by the immortal binding demonic art. The immortal binding demonic art itself represented the loss of his future good fortune; only by continually replenishing this part of his lost potential could he hope to fill the vast void left in its wake. Otherwise, like those cultivators Zi Susu had brought for experiments, he too would inevitably face unforeseen disasters and meet a premature end.

This was something the Lord of Zixiao Mountain could not tolerate. He aimed to cultivate Zi Susu with the intention of having her walk the same path he had trodden, hoping she might uncover a way to break through the limitations imposed by the immortal binding demonic art. Of course, there was another aspect to his plan: Zi Susu’s Dao fruit could be harvested by him whenever he needed it in the future.

The existence of the immortal binding demonic art loomed over him like a cursed nightmare that could not be shaken off. This legacy had been passed down through generations of the Zi family, reaching him today. Originally, Zixiao Mountain was founded by the head of the Zi family. It was only in later generations that other branches and forces emerged, yet the Zi family remained respected overall.

The immortal binding demonic art was, in fact, the ancestral skill of the Zi family, not something acquired from some hidden ruins. It had been handed down since ancient times, but it was only during his father’s generation, the master of Zixiao, that it was officially designated as a taboo exercise, with all members of the Zi family strictly prohibited from cultivating it.

None of the members of the Zi family who had previously practiced the immortal binding demonic art experienced a good end; very few lived to the end of their lives. Even the Lord of Zixiao Mountain had cultivated it in secret, keeping it hidden from his father and others, ultimately achieving his current stature. In his view, while the Zi family had found success with the immortal binding demonic art, they were equally ensnared by its curse.

It was said that the original creator of the immortal binding demonic art had devised it as a means to enslave the world, casting the Zi family as mere slaves in that grand design. The exact path through which the immortal binding demonic art was transmitted to the Zi family remained unclear to the Lord of Zixiao Mountain, though he had heard rumors suggesting it might be connected to the five congenital canals.

The long river of luck was an illusory entity, flowing ceaselessly from its source to distant realms, with its origins and destination remaining unknown. In contrast, the long river of fate converged like oceans, drawing in countless tributaries, and its mysteries were so profound that even the most powerful individuals found it challenging to grasp.

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The fact that the immortal binding demonic art found its way to the Zi family seemed to have a significant connection with the long river of destruction among the remaining three innate canals.