Me, A Villain! Is It So Wrong To Live off The Heroines?
Chapter 35 - If You Want True Skill, Grind the Iron Rod into a Needle

Chapter 035: If You Want True Skill, Grind the Iron Rod into a Needle

The woman was dressed in a flowing white gauze dress, radiating an aura of classical beauty. No one knew where she had come from. 

She just stood there silently, floating mid-air. Her face was veiled, concealing her features, but her eyes shimmered like autumn water. Even so, her otherworldly presence made it clear—this woman must be an immortal fairy. At the very least, she looked like one.

Seeing the petals flying toward her, Die Luo’s eyes flickered with caution. She understood that martial artists possessed something known as “Qi,” and when one’s cultivation was high enough, they could use Qi to control objects. 

Clearly, this woman floating above them possessed such a skill.

Die Luo’s body flickered several times in quick succession, narrowly dodging the oncoming flower petals. Though she wasn’t a martial artist herself, her experience as a former elite of the Wolf Fang Special Assassination Unit meant she had trained her agility and flexibility to their limits.

After evading the attack, Die Luo drew two throwing knives and hurled them toward the floating woman with lightning speed. The blades flew through the air with a flash of white light, reaching the fairy in an instant. 

To Die Luo’s surprise, the woman didn’t dodge. With a simple flick of her sleeve, both blades vanished into thin air, the act eerily mysterious. Die Luo clenched her teeth. 

Martial artists really were troublesome.

Suddenly, the others pulled out their firearms and opened fire on the woman. Despite how powerful martial artists might be, they were still human. And humans were vulnerable to hot weapons. 

The floating woman frowned slightly at the sight of their actions. But before any bullets could be fired, her figure vanished from the sky.

A serene voice echoed in the air, ethereal and calm. “If you refuse to repent, then don’t blame me for being merciless. Don’t blame me for being merciless… merciless… merciless…”

The floating echo, paired with her otherworldly grace, truly made her seem like a goddess from the moon palace. 

Gunfire rang out, but it struck nothing but air. The shooters were stunned, unable to react before dozens of flower petals rained down from above, each one sharp as a blade, piercing directly into their bodies.

The scene was filled with sharp, wet sounds as blood mist filled the air. “No!” Die Luo screamed in anguish. Among the fallen was the man she loved most. And now she had to watch as he was slaughtered right before her eyes.

“You wretched woman! I’ll kill you!” Die Luo’s rage exploded. 

She pulled out a dozen more throwing knives and hurled them all at the airborne fairy. The blades screamed through the sky like a storm, raining toward her target. Yet the fairy’s eyes remained as calm as ever. 

With a single flicker of her form, she dodged the attack. Then, lifting her right hand, her jade-like fingers shimmered with a pale white light.

“Huh?” the fairy murmured lightly. 

A moment later, her figure flickered again and vanished completely.

Before Die Luo could make sense of it, the distant rumble of engines approached fast. A convoy of vehicles was charging toward them. The roaring engines alone carried a sense of fury.

With a screech, the convoy skidded to a halt at the edge of a clearing. Dozens of black-suited men stepped out, each wielding submachine guns. 

They quickly spread out and took cover, aiming directly at Die Luo and her group. Her brows furrowed. 

Reinforcements? So fast? That didn’t seem like the special forces.

As Die Luo puzzled over this, the door of one of the cars opened, and a man with an outrageously handsome face stepped out. Even though Die Luo was deeply in love with another man, her heart still skipped a beat when she saw this stranger. How could a man look like that?

She tightened her grip on her knives. This guy’s identity definitely wasn’t simple.

“Where’s Xiaomeng?” the man asked, his voice calm but laced with killing intent as he cast her a cold glance.

“Who’s Xiaomeng?” Die Luo replied coolly.

“Brother Mingxuan, I’m up here!” Su Xiaomeng’s voice rang out from the second floor of the concrete building. 

Su Mingxuan immediately looked up. As their eyes met, a figure in white vanished from view.

Su Mingxuan blinked. 

Who was that? Though curious, he knew now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. He carefully scanned Su Xiaomeng’s figure and confirmed she was unharmed, her clothes intact. Only then did he relax slightly.

Then his gaze shifted toward Bai Suxin, and his eyes flickered. That woman’s beauty was something else. That flawless, exquisite face—compared to women like Jiang Ting, she was certainly not inferior. In fact, she was even more mature, more graceful.

Bai Suxin met his gaze with a sorrowful, apologetic look. Su Mingxuan stared coldly at her before turning back to Die Luo. “Are you surrendering, or are you planning to die here?”

His tone left no room for interpretation. Either submit, or perish.

Die Luo sneered. “With just your group?”

She signaled her subordinates with a glance. “Time’s up. Looks like we can’t finish the job today. Let’s break out. We’ll find another opportunity later.” Her voice dropped into a whisper.

The others nodded and gripped their weapons tighter.

Seeing this, a bodyguard beside Su Mingxuan whispered, “Young Master, please close the door. It’s not safe here.”

To them, Su Mingxuan’s safety was paramount. In a shootout, bullets didn’t distinguish friend from foe. If anything happened to Su Mingxuan, they’d have to bury themselves afterward.

Su Mingxuan gave a small nod. T

he truth was, he’d only stepped out because he had full confidence. He wasn’t stupid. Facing enemies with guns, opening a car door was basically begging to get shot.

But he was no longer an ordinary person.

After days of cultivating the Divine Yin-Yang Scripture, he had awakened a form of Qi within him. 

Combined with his enhanced physique from the system, he might not be able to dodge a bullet mid-flight, but from the moment someone raised a gun, took aim, and pulled the trigger—there was still time to react. 

A short time, yes, but enough. With Qi, he could sense and respond.

From this, Su Mingxuan reached a conclusion. If you want true skill, grind the iron rod into a needle.

Hey, he was a man. A little hardship? That’s nothing. A man who wants to achieve greatness doesn’t sweat the small stuff.