The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Su Xiaobai's brows furrowed, eyes instinctively sweeping over Zhu Qing.

Her arms rested on her knees, her chin propped up, giving off the distinct energy of a depressed maiden after a bad breakup. It was such a bizarre contrast to her usual sharp, domineering presence that Su Xiaobai actually felt concerned.

"Elder, what happened? Who hurt you?!" His gaze instinctively dropped to her chest.

Damn.

The posture made certain assets look even better.

She snorted. Didn't answer.

And that's when Su Xiaobai realized—he must've fucked up somewhere.

"Uh… I broke through, I guess?"

Wrong.

Wrong move.

Wrong answer.

The moment those words left his mouth, her melancholic expression twisted into something demonic.

A slow, vindictive smile spread across her face.

"Oh, Little Villain… since you've broken through… let this Elder reward you properly."

BAM!

A thick-ass book slammed onto the floor in front of him.

"Soul Shatter Palm."

BAM!

Another one.

"Ethereal Chains of Binding."

BAM!

A third.

"Soul Devouring Gaze."

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!

One by one, cultivation manuals rained down like divine judgment.

By the time she was done, the entire floor was buried under books. Su Xiaobai swallowed dryly. His forehead was already sweating.

Zhu Qing leaned forward, eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"Little Villain, you've already harmed the Elder… now, for my sake, please learn all of these within a week."

That last smile was not a smile.

That was the expression of a woman who had reached rock bottom and decided to drag someone else down with her.

Su Xiaobai wanted to cry, but no tears came. He forced out a dry chuckle, "Elder, I can't possibly learn all of this, can I? At least pick out the best one for your man."

For a moment—just a moment—Zhu Qing softened.

Her man?

Her brows twitched.

She had been pissed off for three days straight, barely keeping herself from massacring the sect. But somehow, that phrase chipped at her rage.

Then she looked at the pile of books.

Okay. Maybe she did go a little overboard. Some of these techniques were far beyond him. Like "True Spirit Manifestation," which wasn't even practicable until Spirit Severing Realm.

"Tch… Fine." She started sorting through them, placing the unnecessary ones aside. "Soul Shatter Palm, Ethereal Chains of Binding, Soul Devouring Gaze for your attacks…"

Then she picked another, "Heavenly Soul Barrier. A defensive technique. Take it too."

Su Xiaobai blinked.

He had no idea how much effort Zhu Qing had put into gathering these techniques.

Once the scandal broke, she could have hidden away, locked herself inside her residence, and waited for the storm to pass—Just like he did.

But no.

She didn't hide.

She didn't avoid the rumors.

Instead—

She spent the last three days tearing through the entire sect like a debt collector from hell.

She raided the elder archives.

She ransacked other peaks.

She dragged people out of their homes, beat the shit out of them, and looted their techniques as 'compensation.'

Every single person she pummeled into the dirt—

She did it under the noble excuse of "slandering her image using rumours."

It was a blatant lie.

But did that stop her?

No.

She used it as a free pass to beat up anyone she didn't like and take their stuff.

At one point, a junior disciple had cried, swearing he knew nothing.

She robbed him anyway.

All for this bastard.

And he had no fucking clue.

Su Xiaobai reached out, catching her wrist.

"Elder, it's enough."

Zhu Qing paused. His touch was warm, firm. For some reason, her heart did a weird little flutter. Before she could react—

"Ah?!"

She was suddenly pulled into a hug.

"Little Villain—? What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!"

Her face burned. She tried pushing him off, but Su Xiaobai tightened his grip.

This woman.

She was acting tough, pretending like this was all just a transaction.

But he knew better.

She was soft inside... Very soft.

"Elder, how about I call you Qingqing from now on? Elder sounds too distant."

His voice was low, teasing.

Zhu Qing's entire body shivered.

"D-Do whatever you want—! Just let me go! Or I'll break your face! Humph! I still haven't punished you for—"

She stopped mid-sentence.

Her face turned scarlet.

Su Xiaobai grinned knowingly. She was about to say something embarrassing.

He released her, stepping back.

Zhu Qing frowned. She could see through all his bullshit.

But what could she do? The whole sect already knew. Even if she denied it, they wouldn't believe her.

She sighed and tossed him one last book.

A white, patchy manual.

Su Xiaobai caught it, frowning. "What's this?"

Zhu Qing hesitated. "Soul Rebirth Art. If your body is destroyed, your soul can escape and reconstruct itself over time."

Su Xiaobai's eyes lit up.

"There's an advanced version," she continued. "True Soul Regeneration. It instantly reforms a body. But…"

She hesitated.

"Even I haven't mastered it."

His grin widened. Something even Zhu Qing couldn't master? That meant—it was fucking amazing.

Before he could start something dangerous, Zhu Qing pushed him away. "Go meet Peak Lord Xu Tianran. He should have your Star Essence Pill."
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Su Xiaobai frowned. "Can't you bring it for me?"

Zhu Qing gritted her teeth. "I CAN'T."

Su Xiaobai blinked. Her face looked ugly.

Then—she told him everything.

The rumors. The house arrest. The sect talking shit.

Su Xiaobai's mood plummeted.

His woman was locked up?!

Fuck that!

"Elder, come with me."

"Where?"

"To get you justice."

His righteous words echoed. Zhu Qing nearly vomited blood.

Since when did this man become righteous?!

But she was also curious. And if they found the bastards responsible for this—

She was going to skin them alive.

And Su Xiaobai?

He was about to start a fucking war.

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Bottom of Sword Peak—A Certain Dormitory!

BAM!

A wooden crate toppled over, scrolls spilling across the dimly lit dormitory. The candle on the desk flickered dangerously, casting trembling shadows along the walls as a woman tore through every corner of the room, her breaths ragged and uneven.

Her fingers trembled as she flipped over bedding, yanked open drawers, and shoved aside wooden boxes, her entire body burning with frustration.

Dark blue strands of hair stuck to her sweat-kissed skin, her usually sharp gaze clouded with panic.

"Where is it…? Heaven damn it, where did I put it!?" she muttered, teeth digging into her lower lip.

Her heartbeat hammered in her ears.

Tonight was the night. The night she had planned for months—her final day in this cursed sect.

She had pulled off the heist of a lifetime.

Sneaking into Xiantian Sect's treasury was impossible for most, but she had done it. With careful precision, she had evaded the formation surveillance and stolen the one thing she had come here for—an ancient map, the key to everything.

But now?

She had fucking lost it.

"Curse the darkness!" Yu Feng growled, nearly tearing her hair out.

Her eyes flickered toward the side of the room, where Ji Hong's unconscious body lay slumped against the wooden wall.

Her fellow martial brother. Her roommate.

Her spy.

She had discovered a while ago that Ji Hong had been planted here by Xu Tianran to monitor her. And tonight? Yu Feng made sure he wouldn't wake up again.

But none of that mattered if she didn't find the damn map.

Crouching down, she frantically searched beneath the wooden bed, her bare legs brushing against the cold floor. Then, her fingers brushed against something smooth and wooden.

Her breath caught.

"Found it!"

She grabbed the oak scroll, relief flooding her veins like divine nectar.

Then—

A voice, smooth as flowing jade yet carrying a hint of amused wickedness, echoed through the room.

"Found what, I wonder?"

Yu Feng's entire body went rigid.

The air in her lungs turned ice-cold.

Her grip on the scroll tightened involuntarily.

A long shadow stretched over her, covering her delicate form entirely.

Slowly—so painfully slowly—she turned her head.

And there—standing behind her, arms crossed, grin sharp enough to cut the moon—

Was Su Xiaobai.

His broad frame blocked the candlelight, casting him in an ominous silhouette. But what sent a shiver down her spine wasn't his presence.

It was his eyes. They weren't looking at her face. They were locked lower — Directly at her ass.

Fixed upon her raised hips, her supple body barely hidden beneath the thin silk of her night robe.

Yu Feng's stomach tightened.

She had been too absorbed in her search, too careless. Her robe, already light and breathable, was hugging to her skin, exposing the soft swell of her thighs, the perfect curve of her hips.

And Su Xiaobai?

He was staring. Not subtly. Not discreetly.

Blatantly.

Like a starving man admiring a fresh meal.

His fingers twitched, and Yu Feng could see the exact moment the thought crossed his mind—

"What if I just grabbed her hips and ruined her life?"

Yu Feng's brows twitched violently.

She had encountered shameless men before.

But this one—this wicked creature of depravity and unchecked arrogance—

Was on a different level.

Taking a deep breath, she forced down her rage, her voice dropping dangerously low.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Su Xiaobai didn't answer. Instead, his smirk widened. "Just enjoying the view."

Yu Feng saw red.

This fucking degenerate.

Before she could even think, Nascent Soul energy erupted from her body. In a single swift motion, she spun, claws glowing with spiritual energy, and aimed straight for his crotch.

No hesitation. No mercy.

She went straight for the bloodline.

"!"