The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Sigh…

Su Xiaobai was just about to plop his tired ass onto the volcanic stone like a righteous hero taking his post-war piss break, when his eyes caught sin.

Encased in ice.

Sleeping.

Helpless.

Ye An.

The Guardian.

The pride of Heaven.

Face tilted slightly upward like a maiden dreaming of virtue, wings folded, breath soft, divine Qi flickering across her collarbones like shy lightning.

A fallen angel.

A frozen snack.

Su Xiaobai stared.

"Don't."

His rational mind whispered.

But his dick twitched.

From the elegant horns on her head to the inner thighs peeking through cracked frost, she radiated that rare combination of divinity and bad decisions.

If he flipped her over and slid his soul in, would Heaven cry?

Would he care?

"No… no… Su Xiaobai, don't…"

Even his own inner voice sounded disgusted.

But his gaze darkened.

She was in the Great Ascension realm.

Her body filled with primordial yin,.the untouched, sacred essence only found in maidens and dangerously repressed cultivators.

This was jackpot-level essence.

The kind that made old eunuchs cry themselves to sleep.

"Su Xiaobai...?" Behind him, Huo Lingxue tensed.

Her two tails twitched,.one flaming, one frosted, and her ample chest heaved in disbelief.

She wasn't sweating from heat anymore.

She was sweating from knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"Su Xiaobai!" she shouted. "You can't just extract the Primordial Yin Essence from an unconscious warrior! That's not cultivation, that's a war crime!"

But he was already melting the ice.

Silently.... Calmly.

Like a chef prepping forbidden cuisine.

"She's unconscious…"

"She's a war general…"

"She's… so fucking strong…"

All valid reasons not to do this.

But Su Xiaobai wasn't listening.

He was a man on a mission.

A man with purpose.

A villain with a cultivation quota.

"If I just take a little… store it… that's not evil, right?" he muttered to himself.

Huo Lingxue facepalmed so hard her palm nearly punched through her own skull.

"Su Xiaobai....do you even remember Peak Lord Zhu's warning? if you break through again, your body will implode. You barely survived the last one!"

But he wasn't planning to absorb it all at once.

He'd refined his technique.

Yin Storage.

A forbidden art developed while seducing a sect's nun division six months ago.

You siphon the essence, store it in your spiritual sack, and use it like battery packs of virgin regret.

There were two types of Yin.

Primordial Yin—the sacred core untouched by lust, found in virgins.

Circulating Yin—the cultivated chill refined through years.

He wanted the first.

He wanted to suck purity itself.

Not for lust.

For power.

(And maybe a little bit of lust.)

His hand hovered near her chest, flames carefully licking the ice away.

Ye An didn't move, she looked peaceful.

Serene.

Like a goddess dreaming of her temple while a cultist was measuring her for lingerie.

And then the thought came:

What if I took it all?

Not just a one time primordial yin...

But the whole well of Yin... Like Wen Luli?

What if he drank her dry?

Would he break into Great Ascension?

Tribulation Realm?

Would he sprout wings of his own and fly through the heavens powered by stolen maidenhood?

"Ugh. Why am I even seeing this," Huo Lingxue whispered, covering her eyes with one hand, and her burning cheeks with the other.

The Qilin cub turned away in divine shame, squealing softly as if reciting an ancient scripture: "Thou shalt not witness thine brother sin this hard."

Back at the center of sin, Su Xiaobai laid Ye An down, gently, on the scorched ground.

Hot enough to boil bone.

Yet her skin?

Untouched.

Porcelain smooth, unburnt. .

"Tch… strong lady."

Even volcanic fire didn't dare leave a mark on this woman.

He crouched above her, eyes twitching.

Those lashes fluttered.

That face… too calm.

If she woke up now, he wasn't just dead,

He'd be disintegrated, judged, and probably pinned to a temple wall as an eternal warning.

He poked her cheek.

No response.

He pinched her chin, tugged her ear.

Nothing.

Then, just to be sure, he summoned Guren, his symbiotic blade, and morphed it into a fine obsidian edge.

And without hesitation, he slid it slowly into her shoulder.

Not deep.

Just enough to taste her nerves.

No reaction.

Not even a twitch.

"…She's really gone, huh."

His voice was a whisper soaked in disbelief, part awe.

Behind him, Huo Lingxue looked like she was watching her karma get written in real-time.

Her eye twitched.

Her chest heaved.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Assaulting a fallen warrior in battle was a crime so high, even elders usually just passed the paperwork to Heaven out of fear.

Su Xiaobai turned his head toward her, "If she wakes up, run to the ring-world. No questions."

He said it calmly.

She nodded before she realized what she was agreeing to.

A second later, her eyes widened.

"Wha—what are you planning—?!"

But he wasn't listening.

He had a plan.

If she did wake up mid-extraction, he'd activate Invincible Body, take the hit, and pray the backlash only sent him flying half a continent away.

It was a solid strategy. (Maybe)

He glanced back down, her raven-black hair spilled around her like ink in water.

Those dark-red lips, like cherries soaked in sinful wine, quivered faintly under the flickering amber light.

He checked again.

Breath steady.

Qi depleted.

Still unconscious.

He exhaled.

"For the sake of my cultivation…I must sacrifice myself."

His clothes were already burned.

And as he leaned closer, hand glowing faintly, Su Xiaobai prepared…

To commit what would one day be referred to in court records as:

[That one time a villain tried to steal Yin Essence from a sleeping nun.]

"Mmnn…"

Ye An's lips quivered, soft as tender petals kissed by the morning wind.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai, the depraved maniac, was tasting them like a cherry on wine, squeezing and suckling as if salvation came in the flavor.

The higher a woman's cultivation in this world, the sweeter she tasted. Strange law, one he had no intention of questioning.

Some of her robes had burned, revealing pale skin underneath, though most remained intact, annoyingly so.

His tongue, however, had already slipped past righteousness, curious to find out exactly what a Guardian nun tasted like from the inside.

Spoiler alert:

Sweet...Deliciously fucking sweet.

His hands worked with patience, peeling off what remained of her attire. He caressed her waist, thin, almost too delicate for war, and let his grip trail lower across those perfect hips.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he pulled out an Imaging Stone, charged it Qi, and tossed it at Huo Lingxue.

She caught it, confused, and flushed.

Su Xiaobai didn't even look at her. "Capture it with this."

"…What?" Huo Lingxue's brain stalled.

Su Xiaobai sighed and rolled his eyes. "Even if she never finds out, I can use it tomorrow. You understand now?"

Huo Lingxue understood everything.

Too well.

Her face reddened to the tips of her ears. She said nothing, just swallowed dryly, rubbing her feet together as if heat had suddenly surged beneath her skin.

In front of her eyes, Su Xiaobai cupped Ye An's pale breasts like relics, flicked her pink nipples with devilish reverence, then sucked on them like a offering incense to heaven.

Then he parted her thighs, smooth, snow-white, untouched, and buried his face between them with divine purpose.

Huo Lingxue's legs squeezed tighter as she focused the Imaging Stone, every flicker of aura amplifying the scene with clarity she'd never be able to forget.

Su Xiaobai began the extraction.

He tried to siphon her Yin Qi directly, only to feel a violent rejection.

Her defenses held. His cultivation technique simply couldn't penetrate the body of a higher realm warrior.

But it didn't matter.

The Primordial Yin wasn't protected by technique. It was protected by a wall, a sacred one.

And once that wall broke…

Even Heaven couldn't take it back.

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"Mmghhh…"

Ye An was dreaming.

Or something like it.

In her dream, a dark rider had mounted her.