The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

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The wind shrieked through Xuetian Valley… like a widow wailing for her husband's impotent Dao.

On either side of the narrow pathway, walls of ice stood, jagged and endless, as if the heavens had split open and frozen over mid-scream. Each gust of wind carried a faint echo… whispers of the countless souls who had perished here.

This was no ordinary canyon.

It was Yue Country's first line of defense against the Frost Dominion.

Generations of war had turned this place into a mass grave. The frost had devoured thousands of cultivators, their blood crystallizing into the very ice that now sealed the valley's fate. The walls weren't just cold—they remembered.

And yet, amidst all this death and solemnity…

A lone bastard stood there, kicking at imaginary pebbles.

Su Xiaobai sighed, his breath turning to mist, his boot casually nudging a half-buried sword.

If any soldier from Yue saw him, they'd spit blood, drag his soul back from reincarnation, and make him apologize to every single corpse.

"Tsk… Tak… What did I even say wrong…"

A rustling sounded behind him.

Zhu Qing followed lazily, wrapped in her cloak, her smile barely hidden. If anyone else saw them, they'd think they were two top assassins on a covert mission.

The truth?

Su Xiaobai was mourning the death of his rizz.

And Zhu Qing? She was just here to inspect his 'goods'.

Two days ago, Su Xiaobai had left Chi Xie Wasteland… only to be struck by a realization as devastating as a Qi deviation.

His old-world rizz was useless.

He had thought—no, believed—that Bai Yujian had fallen into his verbal formation. That his silver tongue had slipped past her defenses like a rogue cultivator sneaking into a sect's forbidden grounds.

He had spoken. She had listened. And then…

"Never mention it again in front of anyone."

And left.

No sword drawn. No cold sneer. Not even a casual threat to cut off his limbs and hang him outside her sect.

Just that single, soul-crushing sentence.

No.

No, no, no.

Had he just been—friend-zoned? Disciple-zoned? Or had Bai Yujian invented a new, even crueler zone just for him?

A great loss.

With ordinary women, he wouldn't care. But Bai Yujian? That woman was a celestial fortress with a single entrance… guarded by a divine beast that slaughtered all who dared approach.

One wrong move… and he'd be crossing reincarnation itself.

Zhu Qing finally spoke, barely holding back her laughter.

"Little villain… don't tell me you're planning to dig a tunnel instead of climbing the mountain…"

Su Xiaobai turned.

Shock.

"How did you know?"

Zhu Qing's eye twitched.

"It's written all over your face…"

If any other man had dared to utter such thoughts, she'd have castrated them on the spot. But this one?

This one wasn't content with admiring the peak from afar.

No…

He wanted to scale the sacred summit… bare-handed.

Understanding slammed into Zhu Qing like a rogue demonic beast in heat.

Su Xiaobai had the ability to absorb Yin Qi. And now, after running into a legendary Sword Fairy, this bastard was seriously considering using her Dao foundation as a dual cultivation shortcut.

Hah. A cheat code.

Did he think the heavens would allow this kind of blasphemy so easily?

Zhu Qing broke. She couldn't hold it anymore.

Laughter burst from her lips, the kind of laugh that only a woman who has seen the abyss of shamelessness could make.

Still… she had her own matters to consider.

Two days ago, something had changed in her. She could now absorb Death Qi—a power different from his, but undeniably connected.

It didn't take long for Su Xiaobai to piece it together. Find adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

It was his blood.

That discovery had led to some…experimental research. And now, finally away from Bai Yujian's piercing gaze, they had snuck off to a secluded place.

Zhu Qing wanted to see his spoils—the Seven Warlords' treasures, the Crimson Armor, and whatever other depraved trinkets this bastard collected. There was no way they could do such transactions under Bai Yujian's nose.

So Zhu Qing led them here…

And yet…

A thought chewed at her mind.

Would Su Xiaobai really be daring enough… to try and climb the Sword Fairy's sacred peak with nothing but reckless ambition and a thirst for Yin Qi?

Would he truly dare to plant his flag where no man had before?

Hah.

She almost wanted to see him try.

"Okay, stop whining. What else did you loot from the Blood Warlord's palace?" Zhu Qing nudged Su Xiaobai, impatient. She had zero interest in the accidental romance saga between him and Bai Yujian.

But ancient war treasures? Forbidden artifacts? Undead relics that could shake the heavens? Now that was worth her time.

Su Xiaobai stroked his chin. "Well… not much…"

Then he shook his hand.

Thud!

A crimson glow burst from thin air, and with a heavy crash, a bloodstained armor landed before them, its crimson plates pulsing like living flesh.

Zhu Qing narrowed her eyes. She had expected this.

"That's the Warlord's seal," Su Xiaobai explained. "But it doesn't work the way the rumors said…"

Zhu Qing frowned. "Then how does it work?"

If it couldn't control the undead army of Chi Xie Wasteland, what was its purpose?

Su Xiaobai snorted.

He already expected that the failed creatures from the Blood Warlord's ritual wouldn't recognize him.

But something else did.

His generals.

Whoosh!

A sudden gust of cold killing intent** swept through the air.

"MASTER!"

One by one, figures emerged. Clad in broken battle gear, their eyes flickered with eerie crimson light as they knelt in unison.

Zhu Qing stiffened.

Her PTSD hit like a heavenly tribulation. These bastards.

These undead warlords.

Her fingers twitched, ready to eviscerate them, but—

"Not needed."

Su Xiaobai held her wrist. Calm. Unfazed.

"The Crimson Armor has recognized me as its new master," he said. "They answer only to me now."

Zhu Qing's jaw nearly dislocated.

"What—!?"

Such a fortune. If she had known… she would've taken the damn armor herself!

That should have been her first thought. But for some reason, she didn't feel that way. Instead… she felt pleased.

Why?

She wasn't used to this feeling. Not at all.

Then—

BONK!

A loud thud echoed through the valley.

Zhu Qing snapped her head up.

Su Xiaobai had just casually smashed his fist onto the head of the first kneeling warlord general.

Or rather—

A woman.

A beautiful woman.

Emerald-green hair flowed like living vines, cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes shimmered like jade pools, deep and unfathomable.

And yet, she knelt obediently, her delicate face downcast.

Su Xiaobai towered over her, cracking his knuckles.

"You little flower slut."

Zhu Qing's eyebrow twitched.

"You were so eager to plant your seeds in me before—what happened now?"

The kneeling woman lifted her head slightly. Her lips curved.

"Lord…" Her voice was soft. Breathy. "I have no offspring…"

Hiss~! A chill rushed down Su Xiaobai's spine.

This woman.

Even after death—she hadn't given up.

Zhu Qing's brows rose with amusement. This crazy plant demon still wanted to root herself inside Su Xiaobai?!

Little did she know—

This wasn't just any undead warlord.

This was Yi Muqing.

The Plumshade Immortal.

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[The Tragic Bloom of Yi Muqing]

Yi Muqing was the last-born of the "Plum Spirit race".

She cultivated the 'Everblooming Plum Dao', a path that drew vitality from the world itself.

But when her clan was slaughtered by a mysterious man, she chose revenge over the Dao of Life.

She abandoned her sacred art.

She turned to forbidden techniques.

Betrayed by her own master… she perished in agony.

The Blood Warlord found her broken soul and dragged her back from the underworld.

Now—

She was no longer a being of life.

She was a ghost immortal.

A cursed entity whose presence sapped vitality instead of nurturing it.

Her pale beautiful skin had a faint otherworldly green hue, like a spirit caught between the realms of the living and the dead. Wherever she walked, 'ghostly plum blossoms' bloomed—only to wither away instantly.

The last of her kind.

And her final wish?

To repopulate her extinct race.

To bear offspring and bring her clan back.

She had tried thousands of times.

With thousands of men.

(Through entirely asexual methods. Cough. Cough.)

She had attempted everything.

Pill concoctions. Spirit formation rituals. Dao harmonization arrays. Ancient self-fertilization techniques long thought lost to time.

Yet, she had failed.

Every. Single. Time.

Because she was no longer of the Plum Spirit race.

But a Ghost Immortal.

And now—

Her last hope…

Had been passed to her new lord.

Before dying, the Blood Warlord had given one last decree.

"The next master… shall fulfill your wish."

Her ghostly green eyes locked onto Su Xiaobai.

And her lips parted—

"Master… shall we try?"

Su Xiaobai instinctively stepped back.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

He almost tripped on a half-buried corpse.

His eyes darted to Yi Muqing's eerie jade gaze—expectant, unwavering, far too eager.

Hell no.

He had seen bottomless abysses before.

But this one?

This was the kind of abyss that swallowed men whole.

And never spit them back out.

He needed a distraction. Fast.

"Wait—" Zhu Qing suddenly interjected, her voice breaking through the awkward tension. "You said the Blood Warlord knew he was dying?"

Su Xiaobai's brow furrowed.

Right.

That part didn't add up.

Yi Muqing nodded, unbothered by his obvious attempt to change the subject.

"Yes. The old lord used his immortal blood for divination."

"..."

"..."

Zhu Qing and Su Xiaobai exchanged glances.

Something wasn't right.