I am the villain in the book

Tianluo Sect, Golden Summit Main Hall.

An old man with white hair and a vigorous spirit stood in the center, surrounded by people.

The old man was naturally Qin Zhengqiu, and the rest, apart from the two middle-aged men in black and purple robes, were all elders and protectors of the sect.

It could be said that all the high-level members of the Tianluo Sect who were not out on errands were here.

At this moment, everyone's gaze was also very unified, all staring intently at Wei Changtian, who looked calm and collected, with unknown thoughts in their hearts.

The Heavenly Road.

This was the Tianluo Sect's treasure for testing the talents of its disciples, and countless people had walked it over the centuries.

Ordinary martial artists could walk about fifty steps, and exceeding fifty steps meant exceeding the average level.

However, the minimum standard for entering the Tianluo Sect was eighty steps, which was rare among all cultivators.

Therefore, the disciples of the Tianluo Sect could be said to be all gifted, and almost every year there would be some outstanding individuals who were obviously different from ordinary people.

In the eighty-ninth year of Yuanping, Gong Dahu, an inner disciple, ascended one hundred and forty-two steps, his cultivation finally reached the third rank, and he was appointed General Zhennan.

In the twelfth year of Yuankang, the loose cultivator Zhang Pu ascended one hundred and twenty-seven steps, his cultivation finally reached the third rank, and he founded the 'Penglai Sect'.

In the fiftieth year of Yuankang, Xu Shuo, an inner disciple, ascended one hundred and ninety-six steps, his cultivation finally reached the second rank, and he served as the Left Elder of the sect for ten years before leaving Jiuding Mountain to travel the world.

In the one hundred and fifth year of Tianxing, the Holy Son Qin Yingjiang ascended one hundred and seventy steps, and his cultivation has now reached the third rank.

In the one hundred and thirteenth year of Tianxing, the Holy Maiden Qin Caizhen ascended one hundred and sixty-four steps, and her cultivation has now reached the third rank.

From these "excellent examples," it is not difficult to see that being able to cross one hundred and twenty steps basically means a high probability of reaching the third rank.

Being able to pass one hundred and ninety steps means there is a chance to reach the second rank.

Such talent could be compared to the sun and moon, and further up...

According to internal records of the Tianluo Sect, three people in history had crossed two hundred steps.

The founding ancestor of the Tianluo Sect;

The fourteenth emperor of the Da'ning Dynasty;

And a loose cultivator who once touched the threshold of the first rank.

Of course, if Xiao Feng came to walk it, he would probably be able to pass two hundred steps as well.

However, these were no longer important at the moment.

Because an unprecedented, and most likely unrepeatable, record had been set today.

In the fifteenth year of Tianji, Wei Changtian, the grandson of the Sect Leader Qin Zhengqiu, ascended the Heavenly Road, three hundred steps.

"Grandson Wei Changtian greets Grandfather."

Having decided to "play the tiger," Wei Changtian deliberately did not lower his posture too much, only bowing slightly to Qin Zhengqiu.

"Changtian..."

Qin Zhengqiu took a deep breath, once again deeply examining his grandson, whom he had not seen many times, and asked with some trembling:

"Do you know what it means for you to have walked three hundred steps on the Heavenly Road?"

"Grandson does not know."

Wei Changtian was not timid at all, and said with a smile: "Please enlighten me, Grandfather."

"It means..."

Qin Zhengqiu's words suddenly stopped.

Because even he, the Sect Leader, did not know what it meant.

"Forget it... Let's sit down and talk."

With a long sigh, he returned to the main seat and sat down, while Wei Changtian did not hesitate at all and directly sat in the first seat on Qin Zhengqiu's left hand side.

Although he was a guest, this position should not be something a junior could sit in.

The people present looked at each other but said nothing, but the gazes they cast at Wei Changtian began to become puzzled.

The Tianluo Sect was far away in Shu Prefecture, and Qin Zhengqiu and the others did not know what kind of person Wei Changtian was before, nor had they deliberately tried to understand this information.

Their impression of Wei Changtian, apart from the infrequent letters from Qin Caizhen, was the matter of the "Killing Minister".

Daring to lead thousands of people to surround the Prime Minister's residence, and finally beheading the Prime Minister with one strike... This matter did surprise Qin Zhengqiu at the time.

But that was all.

In his opinion, even if Wei Changtian killed the emperor, the level of shock would not be half of what it was today.

"You..."

Qin Zhengqiu's pupils contracted slightly: "Why aren't you surprised at all?"

"Why should I be surprised?"

Wei Changtian chuckled: "Grandfather, what does it matter to me how many steps others can walk?"

"..."

Wei Changtian's answer directly stumped Qin Zhengqiu.

He had lived for nearly a hundred years, and had never seen someone with Wei Changtian's way of thinking.

But this sentence was flawless.

After a long silence, Qin Zhengqiu finally asked again: "Changtian, what is your current cultivation level?"

"Only sixth rank."

Wei Changtian answered truthfully.

Sixth rank, this was not too shocking, after all, there were many disciples in the Tianluo Sect who were about the same age as Wei Changtian and had also reached the sixth rank.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, a trace of doubt arose in their hearts.

Since Wei Changtian could complete the Heavenly Road, then his talent should be unmatched in the world, thinking this way, wasn't sixth rank too slow?

As if guessing what everyone was thinking, Wei Changtian immediately said another sentence.

"However, if I want to, I can enter the fourth rank within half a year."

"..."

Inside and outside the main hall, there was silence.

Half a year, entering the fourth rank...

Although these words were explosive, they were as arrogant as a "snake trying to swallow an elephant".

No one believed Wei Changtian's boast that obviously violated the "laws of nature", but after all, Qin Zhengqiu had not spoken, and they could not question anything.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward, everyone thought that Wei Changtian, after bragging, should take the opportunity to stop, but the latter refused, and even took the initiative to ask with a smile:

"Everyone, don't you believe me?"

"..."

In an instant, awkwardness was added to awkwardness.

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, all shaking their heads and saying nothing.

Qin Zhengqiu could no longer listen at this time, and wanted to find a way out for his grandson.

"Changtian, it's always a good thing for young people to have some arrogance, but..."

"Grandfather, I never tell lies."

Wei Changtian shook his head and glanced around the people in the hall, and then suddenly slapped the table without warning.

"Pa!"

The teacup on the table immediately flew high in response, and a stream of light green tea water fell in mid-air as it tumbled.

Such a sudden situation startled everyone, but Wei Changtian ignored everyone's reaction, and immediately drew his sword out of its sheath, displaying the Gui Chen Blade directly at the water column in mid-air amidst the sound of a dragon's roar.

"Shua!"

With the addition of millions of sword-wielding practices, this strike was extremely fast.

So fast that only Qin Zhengqiu clearly saw the blade, while others only felt a blur before their eyes, and some even did not see the afterimage.

"Dang!"

Drawing the sword, wielding the sword, returning the sword to its sheath.

After completing a set of movements, the scabbard steadily caught the now empty teacup, and then tea water fell into the cup, exactly half a cup.

As for the other half...

Everyone looked up in stunned silence, only to see that the light green liquid seemed to be trapped by some unknown force, still staying in the air, before falling after a full five breaths.

"Hua la ~"

The teacup was once again full, and not a single drop of tea water was spilled from beginning to end.

Wei Changtian shook his scabbard, returned the teacup to the table, and then slowly picked it up and took a sip.

"Gudong..."

I don't know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then the main hall was completely silent.

Locking tea water with internal force was not difficult.

However, everyone knew very well —

Wei Changtian's strike just now did not use any internal force.