Heaven defying villain: despair broke chosen ones

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Xiao Chen called out his status panel. In an instant, a semi-transparent panel materialized in front of him.

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[Host: Xiao Chen

Status: Destined Heavenly Villain

Weapons: Destiny Stealing Cauldron

Dao Affinity: Light, Darkness, Life, Fire, Sword, Space, and Time

Identity: Inner Disciple of the Peerless Heaven Sword Sect and Young Master of the Immortal Ye Family

Bloodline/Physique: Innate Demonic and Divine Immortal Physique and Boundless Flame Sovereign Physique

Cultivation: Ethereal Core Peak Stage

Cultivation Techniques: Immortal Body Tempering Scripture, Chaos Qi Refinement Technique, Peerless Heaven Sword Code, Shadow Breezing Stride, Infernal Sword Technique, Exquisite Yang Essence Transmission, and Nameless Cultivation Technique

Weapons and Props: Orale Stone Finder (⅔), Sky Burning Sword, Devil’s Dream Pearl, Destiny Stealing Cauldron, Fire King’s Pendant, and Storage Ring x2

Destiny Value: 5300 (+4350)

Villain Value: 850

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Xiao Chen sighed inwardly, his gaze focused on the measly 850 Villain value.

The pitiful number made his heart ache. For someone titled the Destined Heavenly Villain, It was almost embarrassing.

"Are you planning to break through? How many Daos have you comprehended?"

The sudden voice pulled him from his thoughts. Xiao Chen turned to see Rongmei, her figure emerging gracefully from the jade pendant.

Xiao Chen hesitated for a moment before answering her question.

"....Seven," he said, his voice laced with frustration.

Rongmei’s jaw dropped in shock. "S-seven daos?" she repeated, staring at him as if she had just heard something impossible.

Although Xiao Chen had comprehended seven Daos, they were still a fragment—pieces of a much larger puzzle.

Compared to his progress, he couldn’t help but recall Rongmei’s earlier words, when she had casually mentioned being born with full comprehension of the Fire Dao.

"You… are you serious right now?" Rongmei asked, grabbing his shoulder firmly, her eyes wide with shock. "What are all of them?"

Xiao Chen tilted his head slightly, puzzled by her intense reaction.

In his mind, Rongmei should have comprehended as many, if not more, Daos than he had at his age.

"Light."

"Darkness."

"Fire."

"Sword."

"Life."

"Time."

"Space."

Xiao Chen listed them off one by one with a casual expression as if it were a grocery list.

With each word, Rongmei’s shock only increased. While Fire and Sword was understandable, and even Life made some sense.

The final two—Time and Space—rendered her completely speechless.

"Time… and Space?" she asked, her voice was more like a whisper as she tried to process what she’d just heard.

To someone like Rongmei, who had lived for countless years and seen her share of prodigies and considered herself to be a prodigy, Xiao Chen’s feat was nothing short of extraordinary.

To comprehend fragments of such profound and elusive Daos at his level of cultivation was unheard of, given that he is in a lower realm.

"Just how monstrous are you?" she muttered, staring at him like he had defied all logic.

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"It’s not that impressive," Xiao Chen said with a faint, self-deprecating smile. "They’re all just fragments. I’m still far from mastery."

Rongmei shook her head at his words, "You really don’t realize how abnormal this is, do you? Most cultivators would consider it a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity if they could comprehend the meaning of Daos of Time or Space"

Xiao Chen simply shrugged, choosing not to linger on the matter.

For him, these were just numbers. Fragmented or not, these Daos were just a step he chose to chase after his ultimate goal.

Xiao Chen gently wrapped his arm around Rongmei’s waist. "Mei, it doesn’t matter how many Daos one comprehends," he said, his tone soft

"Even with just one Dao, a person can still reach the pinnacle." His gaze had a sharp edge as he continued, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"I simply chose this path because it aligns with my destiny—to face various opponents who have walked different paths."

But in the end, remember this…." He paused.

"All cultivation paths, no matter how diverse, share the same ultimate goal—immortality."

Rongmei blinked, momentarily taken aback by his words.

She looked up at him with a strange expression, her eyes staring at his youthful face. If she didn’t know better, she might have thought he was an ancient monster disguised as a young cultivator.

Still, she couldn’t deny the wisdom in his words.

As Xiao Chen had said, the number of Daos comprehended mattered far less than the mastery of those Daos.

For example, if Xiao Chen could reach the point of freezing both time and space, that would be an extraordinary feat.

But Rongmei, a cultivator who has mastered the Fire Dao could still counter it by burning space itself. During the time, Xiao chen spent comprehending two different daos, Rongmei would have focused on a single dao and reached a higher level.

Rongmei couldn’t help but feel a mix of awe and admiration for her man.

His understanding of cultivation was far deeper than she had initially realized.

"Now, now, there’s no need to look at me like that," Xiao Chen said with a teasing smile, gently lifting Rongmei’s chin with his finger.

"Tell me, how many Daos have you comprehended?" He asked, his gaze filled with curiosity.

’Fifty? A hundred? Or maybe even a hundred and fifty?’ He thought in his mind and his expectations were quite high.

Rongmei’s cheeks turned pink as she averted her gaze, suddenly feeling shy under his direct question.

"Uh… a little over three hundred," she muttered, her voice low like a mosquito.

"As expected of my woman! Comprehending a hundred and fifty Daos in—" he froze mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as he recalled her words. "Wait… what did you just say!?"

"A little over three hundred," Rongmei repeated, this time a little louder and smiled proudly after seeing his shocked face.

For a moment, Xiao Chen just stared at her, his brain struggling to process what he had just heard. Three hundred Daos? That wasn’t just extraordinary—it was unfathomable.

It took a moment for him to recover.

"And here I thought I was special for comprehending seven fragments," he muttered, more to himself than to her.