The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

[Primordial Serpent Emperor Bloodline.]

It all started when she exchanged blood with Su Xiaobai. His blood had wormed its way into her body and refused to leave, dominating her own and mutating it into… this.

Now? She couldn't even sense her old bloodline. All that remained was the serpent… slithering within her Sea of Consciousness.

And during that battle at the Warlord's Palace? Her bloodline had gone berserk, sucking in Death Qi like a starving beast. Hell, even the tiny Hellhound pup at her feet was drained dry, left as nothing but a sleepy, harmless fluffball.

It didn't stop there. When Death Qi ran out, her bloodline latched onto Su Xiaobai, greedily drinking his blood until Xiao Hei—had to step in and save him.

The result? Her bloodline had evolved, skyrocketing her talent and smashing her limits.

"So, I was right…" Bai Yujian muttered, half-smiling, half-scowling. That brat, Su Xiaobai, was a freak. If his blood alone could shove Zhu Qing past her heart demon and talent cap, then his potential was monstrous. Immortal-level monstrous.

"Can you feel him?" Bai Yujian asked hesitantly.

"Feel him? What—" Zhu Qing closed her eyes to try… and immediately regretted it. Her face darkened, her lips trembling in frustration.

"Elder… I think I'm tied to that brat now…"

Bai Yujian smiled, her amusement poorly hidden. "Well, you've become his descendant, after all. What did you expect?"

Descendant...? Excuse me!

Zhu Qing nearly choked. Descendant! Wasn't that just a fancy way of saying she was now Su Xiaobai's junior?!

She clenched her fists. No way! Impossible! If that smug bastard found out, he'd tease her forever. Her dignity would never recover!

Bai Yujian, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying this rare moment of Zhu Qing's panic. "Why are you acting like you're losing out? If it weren't for him, you'd be stuck at peak Tribulation Realm forever. You should be thanking him!"

"Elder, you and your man… you're both scheming against me!" Zhu Qing blurted, flustered, only to realize she had said too much.

"Oh?" Bai Yujian's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What did you just say?"

Forced to spill the beans, Zhu Qing recounted some of Su Xiaobai's less-than-flattering remarks about Bai Yujian.

The elder's face twitched. A deadly calm settled over her.

"...Where is he now?"

Without waiting for an answer, Bai Yujian stormed off to find the brat. Zhu Qing, left alone on the deck, prayed for his survival.

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"Sigh..."

Zhu Qing leaned against the ship's railing, her fingers brushing its edge as if grounding herself to reality. The crimson clouds stretched endlessly, painting the horizon in hues of blood and flame.

The wind whispered cold secrets against her skin, but her thoughts were louder.

Su Xiaobai's survival? She didn't care. Not really. If he wanted to drag Bai Yujian's name through the mud by calling her his lover, then he deserved whatever hell came his way. If anything, she'd enjoy watching him crawl out of it.

But… her grip on the railing tightened. A bitter laugh escaped her lips, soft and slow, like the last notes of a dying song.

"Strange, isn't it?" she muttered to herself. "I hated him. Still do, sometimes. And yet, here I am, carrying pieces of him I can never give back."

Her eyes flickered with a melancholy light, reflecting the sky's bloodied glow. Death Qi. That dark, suffocating force now coiled within her veins like an unwanted lover. She hadn't asked for this. She hadn't asked for any of this. But Su Xiaobai… that brat… had a way of forcing things on her. His bloodline, his secrets, his mess—it was all hers now, whether she wanted it or not.

Her lips quirked upward, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "He gave me a new life I didn't ask for. And now, I'll spend the rest of it carrying the weight of his mess. Some gift."

The ship shuddered slightly as it cut through the crimson clouds, but Zhu Qing didn't flinch. Her fingers eased on the railing, and a different kind of calm settled over her—one born not of peace, but of surrender.

"Maybe that's what broke my heart demon," she murmured, her voice low and distant. "Not the guilt, not the killings, but this… this strange, twisted bond. The one person I trusted enough to show my shadows, and he handed me his in return. How stupid of me."

She laughed again, this time sharper, louder, tinged with bitterness. It wasn't a laugh of joy—it was the sound of someone making peace with a wound that would never heal.

"Whatever," she said finally, her voice taking on a steely edge. "I'll repay him. I'm not ungrateful. But if he thinks I'll bow and scrape, he's more wishful than I am."

She straightened her back, letting the cold wind whip her hair into a wild tangle. Her pristine white robes fluttered behind her, a splash of religion against the darkening sky.

For the first time in a long while, she felt alive. Broken? Sure. Shattered like a wine jar dropped from heaven? Definitely. But alive... and that was its own kind of twisted salvation.

Finally free, maybe she didn't need to keep hiding her demonic arrays or those filthy shadows she'd kept locked away—at least not from him.

And the way of righteousness? Ha! That was always a tight-assed fantasy, wasn't it? No point lying to herself anymore.

She was meant for darker roads, ones paved with blood and sin… and she was starting to like how they felt under her feet.

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Click!

Down below, Bai Yujian stood before Su Xiaobai's door, her hand resting on the handle. She took a slow, measured breath, though her eyes gleamed with cold fire.

That brat had dared to drag her name through the mud, claiming her as his lover. She should've crushed his boldness the moment he joined the sect, but no… she'd indulged him. And now? Now he thought he could get away with this?

Her lips curled into a smile, cruel and sharp.

Without another thought, she pushed the door open, stepping inside with the storm of her anger trailing behind her.

But the scene that greeted her was not what she expected.

Her breath froze, her eyes widening slightly as she went still.

For the first time in years, Bai Yujian found herself at a loss for words.

"AGH—! You little hellspawn! Not my ears!"

Inside the room, Su Xiaobai and Xiao Hei were locked in what could only be described as a brawl of pure savagery. No martial arts, no spiritual techniques—just pure, unfiltered street brawling. Hair was pulled. Faces were bitten. Dignity? Left outside the door.

Xiao Hei latched onto his ear with a vicious chomp. Su Xiaobai howled in pain. But if she thought he'd let it slide, she had another thing coming—he bit her right back.

It was a battle of the most primal kind.

Until—

"..."

"..."

Both combatants froze mid-scrap, teeth still bared, limbs tangled, as they turned their heads ever so slowly toward the doorway.

There stood Bai Yujian, frozen in place.

Her expression? A mask of eerie, almost too sweet amusement. The kind that sent shivers up a man's spine and made him reconsider all his life choices.

Su Xiaobai immediately stuffed Xiao Hei into his ring world. The little demon tried clawing her way back out, but he shoved her down again.

Whoosh! Gone.

Now, with a forced smile plastered across his face, he straightened up like a proper disciple. "Uh… Peak Lord, you need something?"

Bai Yujian took slow, deliberate steps into the room, her eyes lazily sweeping over the space, like she expected someone to pop out from under the bed.

"Who was that woman?" she asked, voice smooth, calm… and deeply suspicious.

Su Xiaobai's face darkened. Why is she acting like a jealous wife catching her man in the act?!

He cleared his throat. "She's my puppet,* Xiao Hei. After bathing in the divine light of the heavens, she evolved. I, uh… forgot to take her back with me when Peak Lord Zhu was breaking through. Didn't expect results like this..."

For once, Su Xiaobai wasn't lying.
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Completely, utterly honest.

But life was unfair.

Because the moment he finished speaking, Bai Yujian's lips curled.

"Lies."

A single word. Flat. Cold. Absolute.

Heavenly lightning blessing a puppet? Normally, that shit vaporized things! Did he think she was an idiot?!

Before Su Xiaobai could protest, Bai Yujian stepped forward and—

SNATCH!

Her fingers clamped onto his chin, tilting his face up. Their eyes locked.

Su Xiaobai blinked. …What?

Bai Yujian narrowed her gaze, searching his expression like a scholar analyzing ancient texts. What is this man hiding?

Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai's brain stalled. Not because of fear—oh no. But because at this distance…

Fragrant body… soft breath… is this woman trying to steal a kiss?

The scent of cold orchids and faint sword qi, stirring something between them. If she leaned in just a little more—

"Su Xiaobai…" Bai Yujian's voice was low, warning. "What exactly did you say to Qingqing back in the Warlord's Palace?"

Su Xiaobai's scalp tingled. Shit.

Bai Yujian's cheeks—just the slightest hint of pink. But her face? A mask of absolute discipline.

"From when did I, Bai Yujian, become your lover?"

Su Xiaobai felt the heavens crashing down on him.

Zhu Qing, you traitorous wench! You actually snitched!

Damn.

"Peak Lord… I can explain."