Im Not Your Usual Villain - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: You Couldn’t Seize the Chance Even If I Gave It to You!

Translation by: Weebsread👹

And yet, they still dared to bargain for the Supreme Bone.

To them, it was effortless—nothing more than extracting a single drop of essence blood when the Nine-Turn Phoenix Egg hatched.

Such a trivial task, yet spoken as if Su He were being granted some extraordinary favor. As if he were snatching a pie from the heavens, empty-handed!

“Su He, you’re showing disrespect to the Dao Tian Sect!” Lin Feng, who had been standing quietly to the side, could no longer contain himself.

He needed the Supreme Bone and the Nine-Turn Phoenix blood more desperately than anyone. Only with these could he break through his current bottleneck and advance his cultivation. If he missed this opportunity, there would never be another.

Driven by anxiety and frustration, he chose the most foolish path—

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Attempting to assert his will through brute force.

What he failed to realize was that Su He was the last person to yield to such pressure.

With a cold snort, Su He unleashed an invisible force that crashed down from above.

Before Lin Feng could react, he was pinned to the ground by an overwhelming pressure.

Su He sneered, his voice icy cold. “With your pitiful Martial Disciple cultivation, you think you deserve the Supreme Bone? Are you even worthy?”

Lin Feng glared up at Su He, eyes blazing with fury. “The Dao Tian Sect will help me fuse with the Supreme Bone!”

At that, Su He let out a mocking laugh. “You can’t even handle a single bone unless someone holds your hand? Just how useless are you?”

Sensing the situation spiraling out of control, Feng Taicang hurried to intervene. “The Supreme Bone is more than a test of cultivation. It is a trial of willpower—of one’s resolve to carve their own path through adversity and ascend to supremacy!”

But Su He saw through the empty rhetoric.

He knew all too well: Lin Feng’s so-called cultivation journey was built on nothing but underhanded tricks and despicable means.

Test his willpower? What a farce.

“You must be dreaming,” Su He replied coldly, casting a frosty glare at Feng Taicang before lapsing into silence.

Seeing this, Feng Taicang pressed on. “Su He, if you have the guts, let him try!”

His plan was simple: if Lin Feng could truly fuse with the Supreme Bone, he could whisk him away with ease. The Dao Tian Sect’s mission would be accomplished, and he himself would secure a share of the Nine-Turn Phoenix blood.

“Fang Yixin, let him try,” Su He said without hesitation, his voice calm and resolute under everyone’s gaze.

Fang Yixin nodded and brought the Supreme Bone before Lin Feng.

Yet at that moment, Lin Feng faltered.

“Senior, I…”

Seeing him hesitate, as limp and shapeless as unformed clay, Feng Taicang was momentarily stunned.

He quickly sent a secret sound transmission technique, his words echoing directly in Lin Feng’s mind: “As long as you can fuse with the Supreme Bone, I’ll get you out of here. We’ll head straight for the Northern Ten-Thousand Mountains—even the Tai Xuan Holy Land won’t be able to stop us.”

Even with this promise of escape, Lin Feng’s expression only grew darker.

Deep down, he had no confidence at all. The Supreme Bone seemed impossibly distant, and the Nine-Turn Phoenix blood was still beyond his grasp.

At this moment, he was nothing but an ordinary man.

As for that legendary, heaven-defying willpower… even he did not know if he possessed it.

In truth, the very instant fear crept into his heart, the Supreme Bone had already slipped beyond his reach.

This, too, was another thread of fate Su He had quietly severed for Lin Feng.

“It’s time,” Fang Yixin announced coldly.

She infused the bone with her true essence. The Supreme Bone blazed with dazzling light.

A surge of power shot straight into Lin Feng’s mind.

He felt as if he’d become a lone leaf adrift on a storm-tossed sea.

Even the faintest trace of the Supreme Bone’s aura made his very soul quiver in terror.

Not even three breaths had passed—

Pfft!

A sudden cry rang out.

Lin Feng coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Aaah! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

He collapsed to his knees, curling up in agony, wailing in pain.

Everyone present was stunned by the sight.

Wasn’t he supposed to be a genius? How could he not last even three breaths?

The Supreme Bone hadn’t even moved from its place in midair, let alone shown the slightest sign of merging with him!

“What’s going on?”

Feng Taicang stared in disbelief at the so-called genius personally recommended by the Dao Tian Sect.

He simply couldn’t fathom how Lin Feng could be rejected by the Supreme Bone so thoroughly—and so quickly!

Clenching his fists, Feng Taicang hurried to Lin Feng’s side.

“Try again! You can do it! As long as you have that heaven-defying willpower, you’re bound to—”

“I can’t!” Lin Feng shook his head, cutting him off mid-sentence, fear still etched across his face.

“You…!”

Now Feng Taicang was truly at a loss, staring at Lin Feng in bewilderment.

He could not understand how things had come to this—why Lin Feng would react this way.

But before Lin Feng could say anything more, Su He signaled to Fang Yixin to continue forcing the Supreme Bone’s fusion.

A golden light began to swirl around Lin Feng’s body.

But in the very next instant, wracked by unbearable pain, Lin Feng convulsed violently.

Then—he collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness!

“Stop!” Feng Taicang shouted, unable to watch any longer.

He rushed forward, blocking Fang Yixin from continuing.

Now, all he felt was bitter disappointment toward Lin Feng.

Shame was one thing, but the real issue was that this so-called genius wasn’t even fit for cultivation. If he couldn’t endure even this much pain, how could he ever hope to become a Supreme?

“So, the opportunity was right in front of you, and you still couldn’t seize it?” Su He’s cold laughter cut through the tense silence as he glanced at Feng Taicang.

Having lost all hope in Lin Feng, Feng Taicang had no intention of lingering in the Tai Xuan Holy Land to be further humiliated.

With a cold snort, he glared at Su He and said, “Su He, you certainly have your ways! But let me tell you—if word of this reaches the Dao Tian Sect, don’t think you can sweep it under the rug with your current strength!”

Su He regarded his petty threats with a dismissive glance, his tone contemptuous:

“Clown.”

“You—!”

Feng Taicang could already feel the hostile stares gathering from all directions.

Staying any longer would only invite further disgrace.

Even with the Phoenix Egg about to hatch, Feng Taicang had no desire to linger.

He turned to leave, dragging Lin Feng with him.

But just as he was about to depart, Su He delivered one final, soul-piercing blow:

“I can see your own aptitude is dull—no wonder you haven’t progressed after all these years of cultivation! Still haven’t realized what kind of trash you’ve been helping all this time?”

“Feng Taicang, if you want your sect to be destroyed, then by all means, keep dragging this jinx around. One day, he’ll pull you all down into the mud with him!”

Su He’s words were sharp and merciless, but Lin Feng still clung to the belief that Su He merely sought to humiliate him.

He glared at Su He, face twisted in anger, yet dared not utter a word.

After all, the Dao Tian Sect elder’s spirit beast—brought along as backup—had already been slain by Su He.

Unlike Lin Feng, Feng Taicang’s expression shifted at Su He’s words. He was finally beginning to sense that something was very wrong.

Not only had he and Lin Feng failed their mission, they had also dragged the reputation of the Jade Void Immortal Sect through the mud—a reputation built over countless generations.

Trying to steal the chicken, only to lose the rice—what a pitiful failure.

If word of this got out, it would be nothing short of humiliating.

But by now, Feng Taicang was out of options.

If he kept pushing Su He any further, he would only heap more disgrace upon himself.