The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Heavenly Frost Citadel!

The capital of Yue Country—frozen in an eternal winter of arrogance and political backstabbing—stood tall within a massive dome-like barrier. Outside, the scorching sun blazed like an angry alchemist's furnace. Inside? A cool, refreshing chill, as if the heavens themselves had decided to give the nobility free air conditioning.

This was where all the influential families resided, scheming over tea and deciding the fate of lesser mortals.

Su Xiaobai, a man who had long since made peace with the fact that the universe had a personal vendetta against him, had expected to be ambushed, poisoned, or at the very least, humiliated in some obscure and creative way.

He had not, however, expected to be shoved into a goddamn dragon-infused sea.

Splash!

The water was crystalline, shimmering with an unnatural green glow—the kind of glow that made a man wonder: Is this spiritual energy… or just really toxic?

He didn't get to ponder long.

Standing at the edge of the pond, Zhu Qing, his dear 'companion,' wiped away fake tears of sympathy. She grinned, her delicate fingers covered her lips as she let out a sweet, completely unrepentant laugh.

"Oh no! Little Villain, you actually fell!"

Su Xiaobai surfaced, spluttering. "Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to fly instead? Let me just flap my arms and ascend to the heavens real quick—"

He cut himself off as he realized where they were.

The Hall of Tianshuang Palace.

Towering crimson pillars stood over them, holding up the grand hall like the spines of an ancient beast. The walls bore the solemn gazes of long-dead rulers, their portraits judging every fool who dared enter.

The pond he had just been unceremoniously dunked into?

Yeah, just a tiny entrance to the sea beneath—the legendary Dragon Spirit Sea, a place where spiritual energy was denser than a sect elder's ego.

The legends weren't just for show.

The sea had been formed when ancient glacial ice melted, condensing into a lake so rich in spiritual energy that even standing near it could boost cultivation. Then, some mystical heavenly dragon blessed it, probably because it had nothing better to do. Supposedly, cultivating here was like sitting inside an overpowered, cheat-tier alchemical furnace.

Normally, this place was locked down tighter than an old virgin's belt buckle. But today?

It was completely empty.

No guards. No imperial watchdogs. Just silence.

Su Xiaobai wiped the water off his face, suspicion rising. "Wait… where the hell are the guards?"

Zhu Qing's grin widened. "Busy."

BOOM!

A faint tremor rumbled beneath their feet. The sound of something enormous slamming into the earth echoed through the palace halls.

Even from inside, they could hear the distant uproar—shouts, panicked voices, the hurried stomping of officials scrambling like rats.

Zhu Qing stretched her arms lazily. "It seems our little diversion is working splendidly."

Su Xiaobai narrowed his eyes. "Diversion?"

Zhu Qing flicked a water droplet off her sleeve and chuckled.

"Oh, you'll see soon enough."

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Meanwhile, in the Royal Courtyard...

The capital was losing its collective shit.

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"Who the hell put this sword here!?"

"Alert the king! Call the commander! Someone fetch the minister of 'We Have No Idea How To Deal With This Shit'!"

BOOM!

The ground trembled as something colossal had been slammed into the heart of the royal courtyard. Dust and shattered tiles scattered into the air. People backed away in horror, staring up at the ridiculously oversized sword that had just impaled itself into the earth like a divine punishment from the heavens.

Atop it, perched like a lazy goddess enjoying the morning breeze, was a lone figure.

Bai Yujian.

Her long dark hair fluttered against the wind. She tucked a strand behind her ear, her gaze sweeping over the stunned officials below.

Her lips twitched. Amusement crinkled her eyes.

"Oh? Did I cause a little commotion?"

A little? A little!?

The capital was one panic attack away from declaring a national emergency!

She had done it again. She had come here, dropped her gigantic sword like an unruly houseguest kicking in the front door, and dared the king to come out and face her.

Knowing full well that he wouldn't.

Her aura flared—an invisible mountain of pressure that crushed everything within a hundred meters. Palace guards collapsed like puppets with their strings cut. Ministers struggled to stay upright. Even the birds in the sky reconsidered their life choices and veered off.

And so, she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

After an hour, she sighed. "Tch. Still no response? Ugh. At least send a eunuch out to cry at me."

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Meanwhile, at the Imperial Academy...

Across the city, at the newly established 'Royal Academy', a man dressed in elegant robes held a zither in his lap and sighed.

"It's happening again," he muttered, shaking his head.

One of the capital's top experts, a hidden ace responsible for its security… and a man who absolutely did not get paid enough to interfere in royal marriage drama.

Officially, Bai Yujian was the king's wife. Unofficially, she was the walking embodiment of a political disaster.

If the king broke off the marriage, he would be seen as unworthy to rule. If he didn't… well, this was what he had to deal with every few decades.

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Meanwhile, in the Royal Palace...

At the royal palace, Master Qiagxuan clenched his fists upon witnessing the scene. Then, with a quiet "fuck this," he retreated back to his alchemy chambers, locking himself inside.

The same couldn't be said for Wei Houtian, the army commander—who, unlike Qiagxuan, lacked the wisdom to know when to stay out of things.

He stormed toward the king's chambers, dragging an entire council of terrified ministers behind him.

"Royal father!" he barked, slamming the doors open. "She is here...again!"

The king did not respond.

Because the king was currently pretending to be asleep.

Wei Houtian's eye twitched.

"Your majesty! This is a crisis!"

Still no response.

A minister nudged Wei Houtian and whispered, "Maybe if we pretend it's not happening, it'll go away?"

Another one sighed. "If that worked, we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place."

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Back in the Hall of Tianshuang Palace...

Su Xiaobai shivered. Not just from the cold—no, this spiritual energy was touching places it had no business touching.

It wrapped around him, caressed him, seeped into his pores like an overly affectionate mistress desperate for attention.

His entire body felt like it was being tickled by a thousand tiny, invisible hands.

And to make things worse?

The distant screams did absolutely nothing to help.

"Okay, explain." He rubbed his arms, glaring at Zhu Qing. "What the hell is going on out there?"

Zhu Qing smiled, the kind of smile that made men check if their wallets were still there.

"Let's just say…" She casually dusted off her sleeves and strolled toward the grand exit. "While you were taking a bath, someone was taking over the city."

Su Xiaobai groaned. "What is that supposed to… mean?"

"Nothing," Zhu Qing waved him off. "Just go dive deeper. The surface only has ten times the normal spiritual energy. At the peak of its depth, it's a hundred times denser."

She clapped his shoulder, voice turning too sweet.

"Little Villain, go sink or swim. We'll handle the storm outside. But if you crawl back up without a breakthrough… I'll personally hold you down and make sure you learn how to breathe underwater."

Su Xiaobai narrowed his eyes.

There was something very wrong with this situation.

And yet, before he could process it—

Splash!

He was already in the water.

He sank.

A massive pillar stretched down into the abyss, disappearing into the depths. He followed it, swimming lower and lower.

And that's when it hit him—

This wasn't just a pond.

It was a whole fucking ocean.

Schools of glowing spirit fish swam lazily around him. A massive spiritual sea cucumber lurked near some rocks, pulsating ominously.

And on the sidelines, a pair of spiritual starfish were aggressively mating.

Su Xiaobai looked away, disgusted.

"Even the damn sea creatures are getting more action than me…"

He kept diving, watching as the usual profound Qi around him slowly vanished—

And was replaced by something else.

Earth Qi.

Heavy. Dense. A full-body workout just by existing.

Su Xiaobai's eye twitched.

He had been scammed.

Earth Qi wasn't like normal profound Qi. There was a limit to how much the body could absorb. It was mostly used by body cultivators—the kind of lunatics who punched mountains for fun.

It was not something delicate little Qi refiners liked to mess with.

For normal cultivators, this place was basically a death trap wrapped in a treasure chest.

But for him?

It was a golden opportunity.

He grinned.

To break through into the Earthly Rebirth Realm, he needed to reinforce his body. And this place? It was one big tempering cauldron.

Without hesitation, he dove even deeper, vanishing into the dark abyss.

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Above the dragon spirit sea, Zhu Qing watched as Su Xiaobai disappeared into the depths.

Her smile faded.

She knew why Bai Yujian had arrived with such a loud, dramatic entrance. As long as she was still officially the queen, no one could touch her.

The king could not break off the marriage.

If he did, without ever even consummating the union, it would destroy his reputation. He would become a national joke.

A ruler who couldn't even conquer his own woman had no business sitting on the throne.

And the king knew it.

That's why he was pretending this wasn't happening.

But Bai Yujian's actions were still humiliating him.

And a man like the king? He wasn't the type to tolerate humiliation for long.

"How long will that eunuch keep playing magnanimous?" Zhu Qing wondered. Because when he finally retaliated… it wouldn't be pretty.

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Inside the Royal Chambers!

A middle-aged man reclined behind an elegant silk curtain, his golden robes half-open, revealing a muscular chest sculpted by divine physique techniques.

A cup of fine spiritual wine rested in his hand, swirling lightly.

"Is she gone yet?" he asked tired.

The shadowy eunuch beside him, his personal shadow guard, bowed.

"Your Majesty, she has brought a man to the Dragon Spirit Sea."

The king's peaceful expression froze.

"…A man?"

A cold, vicious glint flickered in his eyes. His grip on the jade cup tightened slightly.

The eunuch, sensing immediate danger, quickly clarified:

"It is a young boy. Our sources say… he is her disciple."

The tension melted.

"Oh."

The king leaned back again, some of his anger dissipating. So Bai Yujian hadn't come to provoke him—just to train her disciple.

For now, he'd let it slide.

It wasn't that the king had lost interest in her. Far from it. But the last time he had tried to assert his "authority" over Bai Yujian…

It was less of a battle and more of a one-sided thrashing. And getting his royal ass handed to him by his own wife was, frankly, humiliating.

If he wanted her, he needed to restrain her first.

A slow, vicious smile crept onto his lips.

"I will have you, Sword Fairy"

He swirled his wine.

"You just won't know it until it's too late."

His gaze sharpened.

"Let Houtian in."

The time had come. The final stage of his plan was in motion—there was no room for failure.

Wei Houtian stormed into the chamber, his fury barely contained. His last defeat had only stoked the fire within him, turning his hatred for the Xiantian Sect into an unquenchable blaze.

He dropped to one knee, fists clenched.

"Your Majesty!"