The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

"Which one of you wants it?!" Su Xiaobai shouted, holding the fragment high in the air. "Step forward! Let's see who's stupid enough!"

The crowd's eyes locked onto the fragment, their faces a mix of greed and fear.

So it's with him! The realization hit like a hammer.

Their imaginations filled in the blanks instantly. It wasn't hard to forge a story. Clearly, Bai Yujian hadn't come here alone. She was escorting her master, who must've traveled all this way for the Star Fragment! That's why she was here! That's why he was here!

Su Xiaobai didn't even need to speak.

The idiots were doing all the work for him, their brains running wild with delusions. In their minds, he wasn't just strong—he was an unstoppable force of nature, a legend in the flesh.

"Senior… my Samsara Wheel…" Saint Wuji finally muttered, his voice weak, his face pale.

The Star Fragment? He didn't care about it anymore. Not one bit.

The Wheel of Samsara was everything.

That weapon had been entrusted to him by the sect master of the Golden Buddha Sect, with clear instructions: Don't lose it. Don't fail. If he went back empty-handed? He wouldn't just lose his rank. He'd lose his head.

But to fight this monster in front of him? He clenched his teeth so hard his jaw ached.

"Humph!" Su Xiaobai's frown deepened, his eyes scanning Wuji like he was scolding a dog. "Still thinking about your cheap toys? Come here and get it, then!"

BAM!

With a flick of his hand, he released the Wheel of Samsara from his ring. It dropped onto the red sand below, landing with a heavy, resounding thud.

Saint Wuji froze.

Was it… that easy?

"Sigh…" He exhaled in relief, his shoulders relaxing as tension melted away. Without wasting another second, he flew toward the wheel, his heart soaring with hope.

At the same moment, Su Xiaobai gave Bai Yujian a subtle signal with his hand.

She smiled. Got it!

"Master, wait—!"

The two disciples who had followed Saint Wuji cried out, panic flashing in their eyes. But it was already too late.

"What—argh!"

Wuji turned mid-flight, sensing something behind him, but his reaction wasn't fast enough.

Bai Yujian moved like a shadow.

Puchi!

A single leap brought her into striking range. Her sword gleamed in the light, flashing like a shooting star.

He barely had time to register the pain.

Her blade pierced through his body with deadly precision, cleaving him clean in half.

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! Blood sprayed across the red sands below, painting the ground in a arc.
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Wuji's upper half trembled as his life drained away, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Y-you…!"

Bai Yujian's expression was cold, indifferent, as she flicked the blood from her sword. "Didn't your golden budda teach you? Never turn your back on an enemy."

Thud!

She Yujian kicked Saint Wuji's severed torso aside like a bag of trash, her lips curling into a sneer.

"Good disciple," Su Xiaobai muttered under his breath, smirking.

But just to be sure, he extended his hand.

Whoosh!

A wave of reddish infernal flames burst forth, oozing like molten lava and engulfing Wuji's remains in an instant.

"Agh—!!"

Wuji's scream was short-lived, snuffed out by the roaring flames as they consumed him entirely.

For a moment, Su Xiaobai felt proud. His flames were badass, no doubt about it. But then his grin faltered. Something felt… off.

"Those flames…"

Master Qingxuan's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening. He'd seen many things in his long life, but those flames? They were too strong, yet too wild, even for a cultivator of Su Xiaobai's supposed level.

Before anyone could dwell on it further—

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Bai Yujian was already on the move, her sword flashing as she appeared behind Wuji's two disciples.

"W-wait!" they cried, their voices trembling.

"Too late."

Puh! Puh! Puh!

Her blade swept through the air. Blood splattered the sands as their bodies crumpled to the ground in pieces.

The pirates tried to flee next.

BOOM!

One strike. That's all it took. Bai Yujian cleaved through them like she was chopping vegetables.

"Sword Fairy! Wait!" Zhao Feng raised his trembling hands, desperation etched across his face. "I'm an elder of the Righteous Cloud Sect! My niece is—"

Swish!

He didn't get to finish. Bai Yujian's sword split him down the middle with precision.

Puh!

Blood sprayed like a fountain, painting the already crimson sands an even deeper red.

Though Bai Yujian was clearly injured, she showed no weakness. She stood tall, radiating cold authority, her sword dripping blood.

Su Xiaobai stared, speechless.

This woman… she was terrifying. He finally understood why Zhu Qing looked so uneasy around her sometimes. His gaze drifted behind him, and he shivered. The thousands of impaled corpses from earlier still stood like a forest of death.

When Bai Yujian wasn't looking, Su Xiaobai stealthily stashed a few of the fresher bodies into his ring. His 'Devouring Thorny Flower' could use a meal, and who knew? It might even evolve.

"Those flames… they tricked us," Master Qingxuan muttered under his breath, realization slapped on his face.

His eyes darted to Su Xiaobai. Those flames were far too powerful for someone who didn't seem to be able to fully control them. It could only mean one thing: he was pretending to be stronger than he actually was.

It's all an act!

But the realization came too late.

BOOM!

The final tribulation lightning struck the Warlord's palace, signaling the end of Zhu Qing's breakthrough. The skies began to clear, the oppressive heavenly energy fading as calm returned to the battlefield.

Master Qingxuan turned to leave, but the cold press of a blade against his throat froze him in place.

"Leaving so soon?~"

A melodious, seductive voice echoed beside him. He turned his head, and his breath froze.

A breathtaking woman stood there, her green eyes deep and unfathomable, like endless abysses.

She hovered barefoot in the air, as if silk itself cradled her steps. Her beauty, now elevated to an unearthly level after her breakthrough, radiated a deadly charm. The fragrance of death hugged her like a lover's perfume—sweet, intoxicating, and suffocating all at once.

Her smile was dazzling, but her eyes burned with cold, endless wraith.

Su Xiaobai let out a low whistle. Damn, Zhu Qing was looking better than ever. Surprisingly, she didn't scold him this time. Instead, she winked at him, as if inviting him to enjoy the show.

The last two standing were Master Qingxuan and the unconscious Wei Houtian. The latter had fainted long ago, missing everything.

But Master Qingxuan? He'd seen far too much.

Neither Bai Yujian nor Zhu Qing would let him leave alive—not after Su Xiaobai's flames had been revealed.

Even Bai Yujian and Zhu Qing, despite their cold facades, couldn't hide their shock. How many secrets does this so-called disciple of ours have?

Those flames weren't ordinary. Not by a long shot.

"Spiritual flames" were common among alchemists—useful for refining pills, but not much else. 'Earth-grade' flames were rarer, treasured by powerful alchemists and considered priceless artifacts. But Su Xiaobai's flames?

They were 'half-step Sky Grade'.

'Sky Grade' flames were the stuff of legends, flames so powerful they were considered sentient. No one could control them—anyone who tried would be consumed, their body taken over by the flames themselves. Even a half-step Sky Grade flame like Su Xiaobai's was a treasure that could incite wars.

The problem?

Su Xiaobai shouldn't even be alive, let alone using those flames. By all logic, they should've devoured him long ago.

If word of his flames leaked, alchemists from Immortal Rain Valley—and beyond—would descend upon him like vultures. Not just from the mortal realm, but even from the heavens above.

He knew this.

That's why he never used them unless it was an emergency.

But now? It was too late.

Master Qingxuan had seen them. And while everyone else who witnessed the flames was already dead, Qingxuan wasn't. Yet.