The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

"Who are you?!"

Su Xiaobai demanded, jumping off the bed and summoning his crimson sword in a single motion.

"..." The woman didn't reply. She simply sat there, unblinking. Those sorrowful eyes seemed to pierce through him, cutting deep into his soul.

For a fleeting moment, Su Xiaobai felt an ache in his chest. What the hell is this? Some kind of charm technique?

His thoughts twisted. No matter how beautiful she is, if she's here to eat me alive, she'll choke on my bones.

Thud.

The woman's lips curled into a small smile. Her blood-red eyes gleamed with mischief, and without warning, she moved.

On all fours.

She crawled toward them slowly, her movements predatory and deliberate.

Su Xiaomei let out a small scream, stumbling backward until her back hit the doorframe.

"What is she?!"

Su Xiaobai's body tensed, his sword ready to strike, but then he saw it.

The way the woman tilted her head, her teasing grin—there was something annoyingly familiar about it.

"… Xiao Hei?" he muttered.

The woman stopped crawling and sat upright, her grin widening.

Su Xiaomei stared, horrified. "This… this thing is Xiao Hei?"

Su Xiaobai didn't respond immediately. The figure before him was nothing like the little brat he remembered. Her frame was no longer petite but tall and full, with curves that seemed designed to test his self-control. Her red charming dress, its low cut revealing just enough to make his throat dry.

"Meimei, move out," he said suddenly, his voice sharp.

"B-but—"

"Now."

Su Xiaomei hesitated, but she couldn't stop her body from obeying. Every instinct screamed at her to leave. Even standing near Xiao Hei made her chest feel tight, as if her very soul rejected the woman's presence.

Without another word, she bolted from the room, slamming the door behind her.

Now alone, Su Xiaobai sighed heavily, tossing his sword onto the bed as he collapsed beside it.

"How the hell did you grow up so fast?" he muttered, glaring at Xiao Hei.

The once small and troublesome brat had turned into a full-grown woman—no, a dangerous woman. Her charm wasn't normal. It was a blade wrapped in silk, and it was aimed directly at him.

Her eyes sparkled as she crawled closer, now sitting at the edge of his bed. She didn't speak, but her teasing smile spoke everything.

Su Xiaobai's gaze flicked down, tracing her thin crimson lips for just a second too long before snapping his eyes back up. Stop. No way. This is Xiao Hei.

He shook his head sharply, forcing himself to focus on her cultivation. Her strength had skyrocketed—peak Nascent Soul Realm. A monstrous leap for someone like her.

"You can talk," Su Xiaobai said, narrowing his eyes at her. "Stop pretending to be some ghostly mute."

"I liked it better when you were small and annoying," he grumbled, his voice rough.

Xiao Hei tilted her head, her gaze challenging.

For a moment, Su Xiaobai couldn't look away.

The woman before him was a paradox—hauntingly beautiful yet unsettling, fragile yet brimming with dangerous strength.

His gaze drifted downward, taking in the crimson wedding dress. Its fabric shimmered faintly, as though soaked in moonlight and blood.

"Where did you even find a dress like this?" he muttered, his voice unusually soft. "It's… beautiful."

He couldn't remember the last time he'd complimented a woman. And yet, here he was, his words slipping out before he could stop them.

His hand moved cautiously, reaching out to touch the fabric. He wasn't sure why—curiosity, instinct, or something deeper. Though calm on the surface, his heart wasn't steady.

This woman… she didn't make sense.

She wants to kill me, but she saved me. She should've left, but she's here.

His thoughts churned. What does she want?

"Funeral."

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Su Xiaobai froze. Her lips had moved, and her voice—soft, lilting, yet filled with an aching sorrow—reached deep into him, stirring something he didn't recognize.

His heart twisted painfully.

"Funeral?" he repeated, his voice quieter now. He looked into her eyes, only to find them glassy, filled with an inexplicable sadness.

"Whose funeral?" he asked, frowning.

A funeral dress? In a wasteland like this? What kind of lunatic would wear something like that?

His thoughts darkened. Did this brat kill someone and destroy their wedding? The idea almost made him laugh, but the heaviness in her gaze silenced the humor.

But then, just as quickly as it appeared, the sadness in her eyes vanished.

It was like it had never existed.

Xiao Hei tilted her head, her lips curving into a faint, unreadable smile.

Her pale, delicate finger slowly rose, pointing directly at him. Despite its fragile appearance, the weight of her gesture was suffocating, as if the heavens themselves were leaning against his chest.

Thud!

Her finger pressed against his chest, firm and unwavering.

"Your funeral."

Her lips curled further into a sly smile, her red eyes gleaming with wicked intent.

"!!!"

Su Xiaobai's face paled.

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"Rustle~~"

The flying ship sailed through the blood-red clouds of the Chi Xie Wasteland... silent as a thief, but bold as a drunk in a brothel.

On the top deck…

"Do you think Wei Houtian will just swallow this mess and move on?" Zhu Qing muttered, taking a deep breath. She wasn't worried about a sly old bastard like Master Qiangxuan; foxes like him knew when to bow and when to bite.

But Wei Houtian? That hot-headed lunatic? Oh, he'd wake up, all right. And when he did? He'd be spitting flames and looking to burn everyone involved.

Bai Yujian's eyes barely flickered. Not her circus, not her monkeys. "What happened in the palace?" she asked flatly, as though she already knew Zhu Qing was neck-deep in some divine dung heap.

Zhu Qing's lips twitched... She knew the question was coming, but damn, too much had happened in there.

The cold wind whipped around them as she spilled most of the story... but not all of it. She didn't breathe a word about Su Xiaobai's bizarre powers, her demonic arrays, or that cursed Warlord's Seal now snug in his sticky fingers. Why? Simple. If Bai Yujian found out, that armor Su Xiaobai had? Gone faster than a drunk's wallet in a gambling den.

And truth be told, Zhu Qing felt... complicated. Guilty? Not really. Protective? Maybe. She didn't know why she cared, but there it was, itching under her skin like a rash she couldn't scratch.

"Your breakthrough… what about your heart demon?" Bai Yujian asked suddenly, her words cold enough to freeze the marrow in Zhu Qing's bones.

"My… heart demon?"

Ah, the heart demon. Cultivators' worst nightmare. The nasty little shadow of their deepest fears, regrets, and desires... one wrong step, and it chews through you like rot through wood. Cultivation? Gone. Soul? Corrupted. Dreams of immortality? Kiss 'em goodbye.

For those with weak bloodlines or mediocre talent, the heart demon's grip is tighter than a virgin's first-night nerves.

Zhu Qing's gaze darkened as memories flooded in. Back at the Dark Sparrow Sect, the Trial of Shadows had been her crucible—a game of death where the opponents were real. Kill, or be killed.

She survived. Barely. But survival came with a price. Blood on her hands, her clothes... even her soul.

Her worst crime? She had killed her last blood relatives.

The guilt? Eternal. The hate? Oh, she hated blood for this very reason. And yet, the Warlord's palace had made her confront it all over again.

Still, something didn't add up. She shouldn't have been able to pass the Trial of Heaven, let alone break through. Heaven never forgives a reject. Once you're marked, you're stuck forever at peak Tribulation Realm, no matter how much you beg, cheat, or bleed.

So how? How did she break through?

"Qingqing, what are you hiding?" Bai Yujian's tone sharpened, her eyes narrowing.

Zhu Qing swallowed hard. She exhaled slowly, then raised her hand.

"Look at this..."

From her palm, a serpent materialized—a colossal thing with dark, misty scales, crimson eyes, and a crown on its head. Regal. Deadly. Otherworldly.

"Your bloodline?"

"Not anymore…" Zhu Qing whispered, shaking her head. Her Shadow Serpent Bloodline? Gone. This... this was something else entirely.

[Primordial Serpent Emperor Bloodline.]