I Truly Am The Villian

Listening to the sound of the qin, it was pleasant and comfortable, as if a stream was gently flowing through the heart, nourishing everything.

The spring rain permeated the air; although it was only a sound, it could make one visualize scenes, even feeling as though placed within the world manifested from the music.

This could only be achieved when the qin music reached a certain level, allowing the player to share her inner world with the listener.

Listening to the qin, Xu Zimei felt his heart become extremely peaceful.

The corridor was very tranquil, with vermilion-colored columns on both sides.

Straight ahead at the end of the corridor, a pavilion appeared.

At this moment, a woman was standing in the pavilion, looking at Micro Water Lake on the other side.

A curtain hung at the entrance of the pavilion.

The curtain was made of fine beads strung together, adorned with wind chimes of various colors.

With the breeze coming from afar, stirring the ripples on the lake’s surface, the wind chimes rang with a "ting-a-ling" sound.

"Young Master Xu, it’s right here.

I’ll take my leave first," the woman looked toward Xu Zimei and smiled.

She bowed slightly and gracefully took her leave.

Xu Zimei walked straight ahead and used his hand to lift the beaded curtain of the wind chimes.

The pavilion wasn’t too large, a harp was placed directly in front of him.

A woman wearing a white lotus long dress stood with her back to the entrance, at the edge of the pavilion.

Her demeanor was elegant, standing there quietly.

Her long dress was majestic and slender, blooming like a lotus.

Like a lotus unfolding atop another lotus.

Her slender waist was graceful and charming.

Looking up, her fair neck was as pure white as real snow.

Her flaxen hair cascaded down her back, gently fluttering with the breeze.

At this moment, the sun was radiant, the spring light splendid, everything was just right.

Xu Zimei sat by the table in the pavilion, pouring himself a cup of tea.

The tea was greenish-yellow, bitter with a hint of sweetness.

"I heard you understand astronomy and geography, knowing the affairs of the past thousand years," Xu Zimei started the conversation.

"Young Master wishes to know what?" Miss Jing turned around, her smile radiant as if the February snow met warm sun, dispelling all clouds.

Only then did Xu Zimei examine her features.

Her eyebrows were like verdant feathers, resembling willow leaves yet not quite, curving just right.

Her skin was as white as snow, as if washed with milk, smooth and tender, irresistibly making one want to touch and see.

Her teeth appeared like shells behind cherry lips tinted with cherry-colored lipstick, white and neatly aligned.

There was beauty in one person, gracefully sweet.

Xu Zimei couldn’t help but think of a poem,

"Clouds want to be her dress and flowers want to adorn her, spring breeze caresses the railing enriching the dew’s intensity."

Clouds wished to be her clothing; flowers wanted to decorate her beauty.

The spring breeze swept over the railing, the dew nourishing the color of flowers even more.

In his life, Xu Zimei had seen many beautiful women, Saintesses from various Holy Lands, none of which could compare to her.

It seemed as if each of her features was just right, perfectly so.

One had to marvel that such perfection could exist in the world.

She had a faint fragrance about her, very subtle.

If you weren’t careful, you might not even notice it.

Yet, this fragrance seemed to possess a kind of magic that once you smelled it, you would crave it, unable to resist.

"What do you know?" Xu Zimei countered.

Miss Jing slowly sat down, sitting opposite Xu Zimei, her long dress spreading on the floor.

"The Young Master wants to know about his own life, or are you testing me?" Miss Jing smiled.

"Feel free to speak," Xu Zimei nodded.

The path of destiny was very elusive; even those who delve into the River of Fate dare not claim they could grasp destiny.

Xu Zimei also had the Chaos Pearl, which allowed him to come so close to destiny.

Otherwise, with his Divine Vein Realm, he would definitely not have had the opportunity to deal with destiny.

So he generally did not believe in the sayings about fate.

"Young Master was born in the True Martial Holy Sect, a place of prestigious identity.

But along the way, it seemed that you relied on the Sect Gate, and it was you alone who moved forward.

Your love life is not going well, the person you love is unseeable, even though your hearts resonate, you still cannot be together."

Miss Jing gently tapped on the table and continued, "Young Master was born with his own mission.

This path is destined to lead to darkness."

Upon saying this, Miss Jing’s lips slightly parted, and she smiled as she spoke a single word.

"Demonic Skills."

Xu Zimei slowly raised his head, and though it was only a few sentences, he was struck by amazement.

Those simple lines seemed to encompass his entire life.

Xu Zimei realized that in front of her, it seemed like there was no secret he could keep.

Apart from his rebirth and creating his own world, nothing else seemed to be secret anymore.

"I wonder if what Jing’er says is true?" Miss Jing asked with a smile.

"You indeed have some ability," Xu Zimei nodded in response.

"Just some ability?" Miss Jing looked up, her beautiful eyes hopeful, her red lips slightly parted, lightly exhaling a fragrant breath.

That allure was indescribable.

"In fact, I wanted to ask about the Form Blood Beast," Xu Zimei felt a bit uneasy and said.

"On such a lovely evening, is that all you want to talk about with me?" Miss Jing leaned on the edge of the pavilion.

Her figure was completely revealed, her slender legs resting on the chair of the pavilion.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Xu Zimei asked.

"I want the Young Master to be a beast for once," Miss Jing laughed.

She stood up, and her lotus long dress blossomed.

She moved lightly, coming to the back of Xu Zimei.

Her jade hand rested on Xu Zimei’s shoulders, she slightly bent down, her mouth exhaling warm breath close to Xu Zimei’s ear.

"People in this world, True Gentlemen, Hypocrites, Villains, True Villains, they all exist.

I wonder which category Young Master belongs to?"

She chuckled, "I see Young Master takes good care of himself. Now your heart belongs to just one person.

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Or is Jing’er not appealing enough to move you?"

Xu Zimei stared at her, silent for a long, long time.

Then, he finally spoke a few words.

"I consider you a friend, and you think of seducing me?"

"Pfft," Miss Jing couldn’t hold back a laugh upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words.

That laugh was like snow melting, all else paling in comparison.

Indeed, beauty made every action all the more alluring.

"Do you really have no other thoughts, Xu Zimei?" Miss Jing continued.

"Just tell me about the Form Blood Beast," Xu Zimei spoke in a tranquil tone.

"Haven’t you already found a way, Young Master Xu? Why come to ask me?" Miss Jing said.

Xu Zimei looked at her seriously.

"Have you been investigating me?"

"Many things cannot be learned through investigation; this is just Jing’er’s innate ability."

"I don’t believe it," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.

He had leapt out of the River of Fate; many things were simply not possible for others to understand.

"But that is the truth, whether Young Master believes it or not," Miss Jing smiled and replied.

"If that’s the case, then I’ll take my leave," Xu Zimei stood up, ready to leave.

"Young Master," Miss Jing called out from behind.