The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

"...Did she just fall asleep?"

For someone who lectured him like a damn instructor, she sure had no stamina.

With a sigh, he lifted her into his arms.

She wasn't heavy—hell, she felt lighter than a decently built sword.

Despite all her sharp words and stubbornness, she was fragile in ways others were not.

Her temporal ability was immensely taxing, draining her energy faster than a sect master's treasury after one night at a brothel.

That was why she never practiced other arts.

Simply demonstrating Sword Intent earlier had worn her out completely.

As he laid her gently on the bed, he smirked.

If only all women were this obedient.

Then again, that would be boring.

With a final glance, he turned back to his sword.

______

For the next two days, Su Xiaobai fought against the biggest enemy of all—his own incompetence.

No matter how much he willed it, no matter how fiercely he focused, the rock refused to fucking die.

At best, he left a shallow scratch.

At worst, he just stood there like an idiot, glaring at the stone while imagining it crumbling under his will.

Nothing.

His patience? Gone.

His dignity? Shattered.

At one point, his fingers twitched, and a thought entered his mind.

If Sword Intent didn't work, he had another way.

The easy way.

The cheating way.

Infernal Flames.

The moment that thought formed, the air crackled, and black-red hellfire roared to life, coiling around the stone like a hungry beast.

FWOOOSH!

A second later—the rock was gone.

Burned to ashes.

Su Xiaobai's eyes gleamed.

"Now that's more like it."

If only he could use this all the time.

If only Infernal Flames weren't a heretical power that would get him hunted down by every dog in the Immortal Rain Valley.

If only his plot armor wasn't defective.

Most protagonists had some divine protection, some heaven-defying ability that let them break the rules.

His?

His fucked him back in the ass.

A talent so overwhelming that the heavens themselves conspired to keep him down.

Sometimes, he wondered—

Were the higher-ups just afraid of letting him loose?

Su Xiaobai sighed, rubbing his temples.

That night, as he was sitting in frustration, he heard a light flutter of movement.

A small paper bird landed on his shoulder, unfolding into a thin slip.

Yu Feng's handwriting.

[I found them.]

Su Xiaobai's lips curled.

Finally.

He slid his sword back into its sheath, turned, and descended the mountain, his figure flickering under the moonlight.

Elsewhere—

A certain someone was still waiting for news.

Xu Tianran, the man who had planted a spy on Yu Feng, sat in his private chambers, tapping his fingers against the table.

Why hadn't he received any reports yet?

He had planned to use Yu Feng as bait, let her lead him to the true mastermind behind the Dark Church.

He thought he was hunting a bird.

Little did he know—

That bird had already been caged.

And Su Xiaobai held the key.

______

The Bottom of Sword Peak...

Where the unworthy lingered, and the ambitious clawed their way up.

The air was filled with moisture, the scent of earth and dampened grass mixing with the faint metallic tang of sword energy from countless practice sessions.

The moon, casting long, ghostly shadows over the stone pathways, where discarded training swords and half-broken wooden dummies lay abandoned—forgotten by disciples who had either given up or moved on.

And in the middle of this forgotten corner of the sect, three women lounged on the grass, their robes slightly undone, flushed from wine and the pleasure of their own success.

Tonight, they were celebrating.

Lan Meiyu lay on her back, staring dreamily at the sky, the fabric of her light green robe slightly loosened, revealing the soft bossom of a woman who knew how to use her body as a weapon.

She smirked, listening lazily as her "good sisters" chattered beside her.

"Sister Lan, you did a great job! Senior Brother will definitely not ignore you anymore~!"

Jia Ying, the plumper one, giggled as she leaned forward, pressing her soft chest against Lan Meiyu's arm, eyes glistening with excitement.

"Lanlan, you wouldn't forget your sisters after ascending the dragon, would you?"

Xiong Xue, the cunning fox, chuckled softly, twirling a lock of her long brown hair, her lips curling as she sipped wine.

She had already stripped off the outer layer of her robe, her delicate cleavage glistening under the moonlight, her pose relaxed—a woman who took pleasure in others' downfall.

Lan Meiyu simply smiled.

She had done her part.

And tonight, she would reap the rewards.

____

Five Days Ago...

It started with resentment.

A woman's resentment.

And there was nothing more poisonous in the world.

It was a cool evening, the sky dyed in deep shades of twilight, soft mist coiling around the stone pathways of Mystic Peak. The Pavilion stood elegant and untouched, a place where the Outer Disciples gathered to sip tea, gossip, and dream about rising above their station.

Xiong Xue was no different.

She sat with a porcelain cup in her hands, the faint fragrance of spirit flowers drifting in the air. A woman with long brown hair tied loosely, her sharp, fox-like eyes gleaming with their usual cunning amusement.

That amusement disappeared the moment she saw him.

Su Xiaobai.

He was climbing Mystic Peak, his stride smooth, unhurried, as if he owned the land beneath his feet.

Even the other disciples who saw him paused, their eyes flickering with interest.

It wasn't his looks—though those were enough to make senior sisters bite their lips in secret.

It was his fame.

Xiong Xue, like many others, stood up and stepped forward, her lips curling into a charming invitation.

But before a word could leave her mouth—

He walked past her.

No greeting. No rejection.

Not even a glance.

Like she was invisible.

Her fingers tightened around her cup.

This was an Outer Disciple like her just a while ago.

A nobody.

And yet, now?

Now, he didn't even glance at her.

Did he think himself too good?

Did he think just because he gainedstrength , he could treat women like air?

This wasn't just about her.

Su Xiaobai had been teased by nearly every female disciple he passed that day—laughs, whispers, bold invitations—

And he ignored all of them.

To him, they were not even worth rejecting.

Some women laughed it off.

Some rolled their eyes and moved on.

But some?

Some carried resentment in their hearts.

And a woman's resentment?

It was the deadliest poison.

Xiong Xue's lips curled slightly.

A man like that?

She thought he needed to learn a lesson in humility!

That night, while bathing, Xiong Xue overheard a conversation—a whisper passed from her roommate.

A Core Disciple of Mystic Peak had spoken of something… scandalous.

Peak Lord Zhu Qing.

A man had been seen entering her villa.

A mysterious visitor.

Someone powerful. Someone important.

Xiong Xue's breath froze.

Then, as the moonlight hit the water's surface, her lips curled.

It didn't matter who it actually was.

She would make it him.

______

That night, she ran to Sword Peak, robes still damp from her bath.

Lan Meiyu, who had just finished her evening cultivation, raised an eyebrow as she saw Xiong Xue's flustered state.

"Why the rush?"

Xiong Xue gasped, catching her breath, before she leaned close, pressing her lips near Lan Meiyu's ear.

"I found something interesting…"

Lan Meiyu's eyes sharpened.

Su Xiaobai.

The name alone made her blood boil.

That bastard had humiliated her inside the inheritance cave—treating her like a dog in front of Bai Yujian.

And now?

Now she had a way to ruin him.

She didn't hesitate.

Lan Meiyu ran straight to Liu Zhenhai.

Behind her, Xiong Xue smirked.

Truth be told, even she wasn't certain if the rumor was real.

But certainty didn't matter.

What mattered was revenge.

A woman like her—cunning yet cowardly—would never dirty her own hands.

So she found someone eager to do it for her.

Lan Meiyu.

A woman as shameless as she was spiteful.

Su Xiaobai had humiliated her once, and a woman scorned never forgets.

Xiong Xue didn't even like Lan Meiyu.

In fact, she found her disgusting.

A woman like Lan Meiyu was willing to ruin her own dignity just to crawl into the good graces of some Inner Court senior.

She would do anything for a bit of favor.

She was a whore, but without the decency of admitting it.

And that's exactly why Xiong Xue picked her.

She wanted revenge.

Lan Meiyu wanted opportunity.

And when the two desires collided, what followed was chaos.

That night, Lan Meiyu took the bait.

And she ran straight to the dog that would eat it.