I, the Destined Villain, Start by Controlling the Saint

The Holy Court is wonderful, it’s mine now.Revisiting the Saint Academy, Xiao Fan couldn’t help but marvel at the magnificent and majestic complex.

Thousands of palaces resided within it, orderly and without any sense of disarray.

To outsiders, the architecture of the Saint Academy was like ordinary people seeing continuous stretches of grand villas, combining grandeur and vastness, with nobility and stability embodied within.

”I didn’t pay much attention last time, but looking closely now, it’s really beautiful,” Xiao Fan said with a light chuckle.

The Yaochi Immortal Palace was equally beautiful, but its style leaned towards the feminine, more focused on fresh tranquility, delicate elegance.

Both possessed their unique beauty.

He still preferred a stable and grand style; perhaps he was getting old, almost a hundred years old.

”Master, if you want to enter the Saint Academy, I can arrange for you to be an Inner Sect Disciple with a nominal registration. You’ll still receive your salary, and you can choose whether or not to take on missions.”

”As a dignified Saint Disciple, my arranging an Inner Sect Disciple, no one would dare say anything.”

Miao Xiaoqing walked ahead, but her steps always unconsciously retreated, then slowed to half a body length behind Xiao Fan.

”A little power and you’re already floating. Not bad, you truly are a corrupt cat.”

Miao Xiaoqing chuckled, ”How am I corrupt? I’m just looking out for Master’s benefit.”

”Everything I have was given by Master, so helping Master with things is perfectly reasonable, meow.”

Xiao Fan smiled; this Saint Academy was indeed quite good.

It’s mine!

Miao Xiaoqing led Xiao Fan and Dragon Ningbing back to her Immortal Cave. She then bid farewell to Xiao Fan, saying she was going to arrange personnel and prepare to go out.

Dragon Ningbing looked at Xiao Fan curiously and said, ”Young Master, you seem very interested in this place.”

Xiao Fan didn’t deny it, saying, ”The architectural style of this Saint Academy is excellent, and its geographical location is superior. I am indeed quite interested.”

”Do you need me to help you take it down?” Dragon Ningbing asked.

Xiao Fan shook his head, ”No need, I’ll do it myself.”

This kind of auspicious land must be brought into my possession!

”Is there anything I can help you with?” Dragon Ningbing asked softly.

”Yes, go look around and pick out the places with good Feng Shui. I’m planning to build a palace.”

”Okay.” Dragon Ningbing left, preparing for a site survey.

At this moment, only Xiao Fan remained in the palace.

He closed his eyes, and the entire world, from flying birds in the sky to swimming fish in the river, was encompassed within his mind, all under his control.

He lightly pulled a strand of hair and threw it out.

The strand of hair, carrying Saintly might, flew towards the Dean’s Palace, like a swimming Dragon.

At this moment, Zhu Tong was cultivating in seclusion, meditating and comprehending the Dao.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

He wanted to resist but couldn’t find any way to do so. Only a thin strand of hair floated before his eyes, swaying left and right, light as a feather.

Zhu Tong’s pupils constricted, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at this strand of hair, his gaze flickering as if he saw billions of stars within the strand.

And at this moment, the hair, originally light as a feather and imperceptible, suddenly began to coil and entwine, instantly binding Zhu Tong.

A faint Saintly might pressed down on his head, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Zhu Tong’s heart pounded. He hadn’t faced such oppressive pressure in who knew how many years.

Even when he stood in the Saint Hall, where he was once like a mere minion, he had never felt it.

Escape!

This was his first reaction. The Saint Academy, supposedly the safest place, made him feel the danger of death.

But as soon as he tried to struggle, the sharp hair cut into his flesh, and his cultivation was also suppressed.

Zhu Tong finally confirmed that a Saint had made a move against him.

Only a Saint could possess such Heaven-Defying power.

He screamed and begged for mercy, ”May I ask who Senior is? This junior did not provoke...”

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Tong was involuntarily lifted into the air and heavily slammed to the ground, hitting his head.

Then, he spun wildly on the ground like an electric drill, his forehead grinding against the surface.

Immortal Dao Miscellaneous Art: Physical Earth escape!