The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

The last one.

Yinyin.

Half-Ghoul Yin Mistress.

Unlike Ku Rong, the Crimson Butcher, who was a raging battle maniac— Unlike Mo Jingzhu, the Abyss Spider, who was a venomous seductress—This one… was the hardest to crack.

Harder than any of them.

Her origins? A tragedy.

Her father—a Ghoul Lord.

Her mother—a human prisoner.

Born in captivity. Kept imprisoned for hundreds of years. Until one day...

The Blood Warlord freed her.

"Hah. That bastard at least did one good thing."

But if Su Xiaobai wanted this one on his side...It wasn't going to be easy.

She was neither alive nor dead. Her cultivation? A bizarre Eclipsed Yin Dao. Even Su Xiaobai couldn't comprehend it.

And her appearance? Completely concealed. Not even her feet were visible beneath that flowing black robe. Her face? Hidden.

Her hands? Gloved. Her entire existence? Wrapped in mystery.

Su Xiaobai squinted. 'She must be ugly.' It was the only logical reason. Even Ye Cuilian told him the same thing.

No one had ever seen her without her robes.

So naturally—everyone just assumed.

Su Xiaobai squinted at Yinyin for a long moment, his villainous brain running through the only two logical possibilities.

Either she was so ugly she could cripple a Nascent Soul cultivator on sight…

Or so beautiful she'd spark a sect-wide civil war.

Either way, too much fucking trouble!

On the surface, Yinyin didn't seem unwilling to serve him. But she didn't seem willing either.

"Tch," Su Xiaobai clicked his tongue.

This one— He couldn't force or manipulate.

So for now, he let her be.

And with that, all the generals were sealed into his ring — almost!

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After Zhu Qing drained them of their Death Qi, their strength had dropped to Nascent Soul Realm.

A crippling drop—but not permanent.

With the right source of Death Qi, they'd recover quickly.

'They're a bit weak now… but give me time.'

Once fully restored, these seven warlords alone could flatten an entire sect overnight.

Su Xiaobai grinned. Things were coming together.

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Just as they were about to leave—

A small voice whined.

"Woof!"

Su Xiaobai rubbed his temples.

The Hellhound.

A once-monstrous beast—Now shrunk to the size of a puppy.

And it had… a request.

Su Xiaobai sighed.

"Is this really important?"

The Hellhound's red tongue flopped out.

Then—

It lifted its leg.

And began pissing on the carcass of the Boneclaw Dragon.

A full stream.

Steaming.

Hot.

A golden baptism of victory.

The Boneclaw Dragon stared blankly at the ground.

Its massive skeletal body radiated deep, existential regret.

"Hah…!"

Su Xiaobai exhaled.

Then—he laughed.

"Someone send this depraved puppy back to the Underworld!"

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As Su Xiaobai left Xuetian Valley, a smirk stretched across his face. Zhu Qing actually believed him.

She had no idea that, on the side, he had swiped very special cultivation manual from the Crimson Armor's remains.

A true treasure!

Some things were best cultivated in the dead of night, behind locked doors, preferably with a sinister laugh echoing in the background.

At this moment, his evil heart had unknowingly crept deeper into the abyss. The desire for power, pleasure, and plundering—it was all getting stronger.

And yet… something had changed.

He hadn't noticed it before, but ever since he entered Xiantian Sect, something about roaming in the valley of flowers had suppressed his nature. Tamed him, even.

Hah. Ridiculous.

The filth of the world was bound to splash onto the valley one day.

And when it did, Su Xiaobai would receive a very rude awakening.

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After arriving at the flying ship, Zhu Qing was ready to take off again, but—

A firm grip.

"Peak Lord Zhu, are you forgetting something?"

"!!" Zhu Qing turned—and immediately froze.

This fucking bastard. Grabbed. Her. Ass. The shamelessness. The gall. The absolute villainy.

A tingling sensation crawled up her spine, and for half a second, her Dao heart shook.

Then, her fist clenched.

"Little Villain, do you want a beating?"

Su Xiaobai, completely unfazed, withdrew his hand like nothing happened. "What about my reward?"

She narrowed her eyes. If she didn't know this degenerate, she might have actually taken it seriously.

Instead, she sighed, massaging her temples. "Hah… you've already robbed so much, and you're still trying to squeeze your Elder dry?"

Su Xiaobai's face darkened. "Elder, are you going back on your word?"

Zhu Qing sighed dramatically. "Alright, fine. Hand over the Star Fragrant. Once we return to the sect, I'll get it refined into a Star Essence Pill. You need that, right?"

Su Xiaobai's eyes lit up like a degenerate spotting free brothel coupons.

"Here!"

No hesitation.

With this, his Godslayer Star Arts would advance two steps! Combined with his other gains, he'd hit Rebirth Realm in no time!

A small army, a massive power boost—this trip had been filthy with profit.

Just as Zhu Qing turned to leave, she felt it.

That bastard's gaze.

Expectant. Shameless. A practiced look of false innocence.

She shot him a glare. "What now? Didn't I already promise you?"

Su Xiaobai smirked. "What if I also throw in a very heartfelt 'Thank you, Elder Zhu Qing'?"

Zhu Qing scoffed. "I'd rather take back the fragment and make you beg."

Su Xiaobai paused, then grinned like a devil whispering blasphemy. "...I see. You like hearing me beg."

Zhu Qing's fingers twitched. "Scram."

She shook her head, chuckling as she took off. This guy. If he knew how to haggle properly, she might've thrown in an extra gift.

But she had no time to waste.

With a flick of her sleeve, she vanished into the sky.

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From the top deck of the flying ship, a figure watched with clear irritation.

Bai Yujian.

She leaned against the railing, arms crossed, lips pursed in a suspicious frown.

Lately, those two had been spending a lot of time together. Too much time.

She squinted. "…Is it the blood connection?"

She was right. And also so, so wrong.

Yes, the blood connection had changed Zhu Qing. Once upon a time, she saw Su Xiaobai as a bug to be crushed under her boot.

Now? She no longer wanted to crush him.

No, no. She wanted to keep him close.

Not because of sentiment. Because they were the same type of bastard. They had the same twisted, conniving, villainous brains.

That's why Zhu Qing always noticed him first. That's why she was always suspicious of him.

And she wasn't wrong.

This bastard was cultivating evil techniques in secret. Although, like her, he didn't seem to have entered the sect with ulterior motives. He just wanted a place to exist.

…Or so she thought.

And that misunderstanding? Only pulled her closer. Right now, however, Zhu Qing had no time for games. She was already tearing through the sky at the speed of a debt collector chasing a runaway debtor.

She hadn't forgotten.

Unlike Bai Yujian, she knew there was still one last loose end.

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Chi Xie Wasteland!

Deep in a burrow, nestled beneath ancient rock and mist, a lone Violet Crane rested peacefully.

She had survived.

She had escaped the battlefield.

She had evaded death.

She had outlived the massacre.

And now, she believed she was safe.

…She was so, so wrong.

A shadow streaked across the sky.

It moved with the speed of heavenly tribulation, with the force of a wife discovering her husband's secret savings.

Calamity was not over.

It was coming.

And it was coming for her.

"W-What do you want to do?"

Violet Crane's voice trembled.

She had fled, hidden, convinced herself that she had escaped the calamity.

And yet—it found her.

Zhu Qing's shadow stood over her, a dark, inescapable force.

Then—

A haunting scream pierced the air.

It echoed through the burrow, reverberating against the stone walls. It lasted minutes—high, desperate, shuddering.

Thud!

Violet Crane collapsed, drenched in sweat.

Her breath froze. Her body trembled from the shock.

"It's done." Zhu Qing smiled.

Her silhouette, bathed in the dim glow of the burrow, was the most terrifying thing Violet Crane had ever seen.

No one would ever know what happened here.

Zhu Qing had originally planned to kill her.

Or better yet—gift her to Su Xiaobai.

That Villain loved beautiful women anyway. She could already imagine his smug face:

"Oh? A gift from Peak Lord Zhu? How thoughtful!"

Just imagining it pissed her off.

Lately, she'd been thinking about him too much.

Way too much.

That wasn't good.

So instead, she made a different choice.

Killing was too boring.

Handing her over to the Little Villain for torture and amusement? Also too boring.

So why not keep her?

A hidden piece on the board. A card to play later.

Fate was bullshit, but if things ever went south, having spies scattered around might be useful.

At that moment—

A sickening squelch filled the burrow.

Violet Crane's eyes bulged.

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"Wh—cough! cough!" She spasmed, choking, before hacking up a mouthful of black sludge.

She stared at Zhu Qing, horror stretching across her sweat-slicked face. Zhu Qing's lips curled. "Go back to your life."

Her voice was calm. Cold. Absolute.

"You already know how Gu works. At my single command, it will eat your heart from the inside out."

Violet Crane shuddered.

"Wait for my signal. Until then, forget everything that happened two days ago in the wasteland."

And then—

Whoosh! She was gone.

Like she had never existed.

Violet Crane lay there, panting, her chest still heaving, staring at the empty space where Zhu Qing once stood.

She didn't know it yet—

But Zhu Qing's decision to spare her life today

…would save her own just a few months later.