The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Above the Grand Hall of the Warlord's Palace, high in the sky—

"What—?"

Bai Yujian's serene facade cracked, her lips twitching. She had been seated on the jade deck, all grace and control, as she picked at Su Xiaomei like a vulture circling a carcass.

"How long has your brother been here?"

"Does he talk about… what he's left behind?"

A pause. Then, softer:

"…Or who?"

Su Xiaomei's lips tightened. Her answers were clipped, polite. Just sharp enough to warn.

"I don't know."

"No."

"Should he?"

Her tone was polite. Polished. But the edge cut deep. She wasn't about to hand her brother over on a silver platter. Especially not to this… whatever Bai Yujian was pretending to be.

Bai Yujian's smile lingered, soft and syrupy. Like poison honey. Or a cat deciding if it wanted to bat at its prey or swallow it whole.

Su Xiaomei didn't blink. She wasn't prey. Not today.

BOOM!

Abruptly — the airship jolted, the sky cracking like thunder in the heavens.

Bai Yujian's tea rippled. Stilled. Her expression soured like she'd just bitten into a rotten peach.

The connection to Zhu Qing. Snapped.

What... just happened?

"…"

She rose, smooth and deliberate. The air chilled. Her robes settled like falling snow—soft, silent, but heavy enough to crush bones.

"Stay here," she said, her voice cold and lazy. Like she wasn't giving an order but stating a fact of nature. "Don't leave the ship."

No glance back. No room for argument.

Su Xiaomei arched an eyebrow as Bai Yujian stepped off the deck.

She didn't fall. She floated. Drifted down like a feather… or like a goddess descending to smite a mortal or two.

Su Xiaomei exhaled. Long. Slow.

"…Stay here?" she muttered. "Where does she think I'm going? The nearest exit is death-by-falling, and I'm not interested."

Her gaze wandered. Half out of habit. Half out of curiosity.

The teacup wobbled. Tipped.

The tea spilled—except it didn't.

The liquid froze mid-air. Droplets hung, glimmering like the ship was scattering golden pearls into the sunlight.

Her breath hitched.

The droplets… reversed. Slowly. Lazily. They curled back into the cup, sliding as though time itself had decided it was her servant for the day.

Her chest tightened.

It happened too fast, but she saw it. Her reflection. Her eyes gleaming—silver. Like cold fire, there and gone.

"…Did I just—?"

The teacup wobbled again.

This time, it fell.

Crash!

Shards scattered across the deck, tea splattering into a pathetic, lifeless puddle.

Su Xiaomei stared at the mess, her hands curling into fists. Her lips stayed neutral. Her mind didn't.

What the actual hell was that?

Something was changing inside her. Slipping loose. Twisting. She didn't know what it was—or how to stop it.

Was that… time? Did I freeze it? Reverse it? Both?

Her pulse thundered in her ears. The jade beneath her feet felt colder now.

She straightened, dragging air into her lungs. The truth was unavoidable.

Whatever just happened… wasn't an accident.

And it was only getting worse.

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On the ground, near the Warlord's Palace—!

The battlefield was a bloodbath.

Steel clashed. Bones snapped. Blood soaked the red sands, painting the earth like it was bleeding. Pirates from the Chi Xie Wasteland tore into desperate cultivators, while wraith soldiers hovered at the edges like spectators to a barbaric show.

It wasn't just pirates.

Treasure hunters flooded in, drawn by rumors of fortune. One by one, cultivators arrived—some from the wasteland itself, others from far-off lands. They came seeking riches and left as corpses, dragged into the battlefield like moths into a flame.

The dam holding the wasteland's fragile peace had shattered. What spilled out wasn't just violence—it was madness.

Even the wraith soldiers seemed hesitant to join.

As though they were thinking: Animals. Worse than us. And they call us monsters?

The slaughter dragged on, raw and animalistic.

Until—

FWOOOOOSH!

The sky lit up.

Blinding light swallowed the wasteland, so brilliant it made the blood-streaked dawn look dull. Shadows vanished, the crimson sands glowing gold. Warriors froze mid-swing, shielding their eyes as confusion rippled through the battlefield.

"What… is that?"

For the first time, silence blanketed the carnage. Even the dying stopped screaming, their gazes snapping to the heavens.

The wasteland sky was always black and red. Dark and cruel.

From when did it start birthing suns?

Zhao Feng, elder of the Blazing Sun Sect, froze. Blood dripped from his shoulders, but he didn't notice. His heart thundered as he squinted at the heavens.

Beside him, Lei Shoushan, a black-clad warrior with a royal sneer, spat into the dirt.

"Did… did the Ancestor arrive?" Zhao Feng whispered, trembling. Awe filled his expression. "Have my deeds… truly moved the heavens?"

Heaven itself must have noticed him! Surely the Ancestor of the Blazing Sun Sect had descended, touched by his righteousness!

Lei Shoushan barked a laugh. "You?" He sneered. "Heaven doesn't even know you exist."

"..." Zhao Feng shot him a glare but held back. No need to sully his divine image before a deity.

The light didn't fade, but confusion replaced awe.

From the heavens, a lone figure descended.

A woman.

White robes fluttered as she drifted down, her feet touching the air with the grace of a falling petal. Her sharp eyes swept over the battlefield, drinking in the blood and red sand. Her expression remained cold. Detached.

A predator sizing up its prey.

Her gaze shifted to the Warlord's Palace, distant but clear. Zhu Qing's energy, faint, flickering like a dying flame. Her Blood Curse—gone.

And Su Xiaobai? Vanished.

Bai Yujian's lips pressed into a thin line.

Ants.

Her eyes flicked back to the battlefield. The cultivators. The pirates. The endless carnage.

What are they fighting for?

"Explain yourselves… Pirates of the Chi Xie Wasteland."

It wasn't loud.

It didn't need to be.

The words rolled through the silence like thunder, soft but heavy, rippling like a blade slicing through water.

Zhao Feng's face froze. He blinked, smoothing his robes with stiff hands, feigning nonchalance.

"Not my problem…" he muttered. His voice was tight. Too tight. He wasn't a pirate. Whatever punishment was coming? Not his problem.

He wasn't stupid, though. If this had been his ancestor, maybe things would be different. Unfortunately, it wasn't.

Some other cultivators, outsiders from beyond the wasteland, edged closer to him, their smug expressions a shield of false confidence. They were content to watch, certain it wasn't their mess to clean up.

But the pirates?

The pirates laughed.

"Explain myself?" one of them sneered, dragging a blade across his toungue to clean off the blood. "This is Chi Xie, fairy. We fight. We drink. We fuck. We kill. You want a problem with that?"

Another pirate barked a laugh, his teeth yellow and sharp. "Go home, princess! This ain't some dainty tea party!"

Bai Yujian's eyes narrowed. Her lips curved slightly, her smile sharp enough to draw blood.

"Is that so…?"