The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Meanwhile, Li Xianfei raged on, hurling insults and desperate attacks. "I came here for justice, you worm! You killed my sons!"

"Justice?" Su Xiaobai snorted, sidestepping another attack as if avoiding a lazy fly. "I don't even remember their names! Were they memorable? Did they have hobbies? Maybe I'll write their eulogies. Something like: 'Here lies some random guys I squashed like mosquitoes.'"

Li Xianfei's face twisted in rage, his veins bulging as his aura flared weakly. "You… You bastard! My Blood… They were my last hope, my legacy! You've ruined everything!" His voice cracked, desperation bleeding through his fury.

"Aw, how touching," Su Xiaobai said, mockingly wiping a fake tear. "Too bad I don't care. You're not even a proper villain, old man. Just a walking sob story looking for a finale."

"Die!" Li Xianfei screamed, but his movements were slowing, his aura flickering like a candle in a storm. His attacks grew more erratic, each one slower than the last. His legs wobbled, his breathing labored, but his eyes burned with stubborn hatred. "I… will… kill you!"

Su Xiaobai yawned, feigning boredom. "Alright, old man. Time's up."

He inhaled deeply, steadying his breath. Two realms above me… this isn't fun anymore. But his lazy grin didn't falter. Instead, it widened.

ZAAAAAAP!!!

With an exaggerated exhale, Su Xiaobai unleashed a blinding beam of dragon breath that screamed destruction.

"What—" Li Xianfei froze mid-charge, his face twisting in horror as the beam sliced through him like a hot knife through tofu.

For a brief moment, his mind flashed. My s... Forgive me. I wasn't strong enough.

The ray didn't stop at his chest—it cleaved the battlefield and kept going, splitting the city like it owed him rent.

Su Xiaobai's smile faltered. Oh, shit. This thing's got a mind of its own.

BOOM!

The ray finally sputtered out, leaving a silence heavy with ash and smoke.

Su Xiaobai—exhausted—wiped his brow, panting as if he'd just run a marathon. "Haa… Haa… Did he die, or is he just extra crispy?"

He scanned the wreckage. Where Li Xianfei once stood, there was nothing but scorched earth. Half the city was gone—houses, streets, possibly a brothel or two—all reduced to ash, as if heaven itself had pressed "delete."

If the flames hadn't cooked the stragglers, the beam had definitely finished the job.

The battlefield fell eerily quiet.

Yu Feng stood amidst the destruction, Fang Yuecheng's lifeless body dangling from her grip. Her expression was a mix of irritation and reluctant awe as she stared at Su Xiaobai.

"You're insane," she said flatly.

"Argh, harsh words," Su Xiaobai winced, clutching his chest like a wounded actor. "I prefer 'misunderstood genius.'"

He wasn't about to admit he hadn't intended to level half the city.

His gaze drifted until he spotted something charred and twitching in the distance. "Ah..." Li Xianfei's body lay sizzling, looking like a kebab left on the grill too long.

"What are you doing?" Yu Feng watched as Su Xiaobai casually strolled up to the corpse.

"Being practical~!"

Su Xiaobai waved his hand dismissively, crouching down with the ease of someone rifling through a bargain bin.

Tilting his head, his gaze lingered on the charred remains of Li Xianfei. For a moment, a flicker of something—hesitation? Regret?—flickered in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came.

"Look at you," he murmured, his tone a strange mix of mockery and melancholy. "All that screaming, all that posturing… and now you're nothing more than a crunchy piece of toast. And the saddest part? No one's left to give a damn. Not your sons, not your gods, and definitely not me."

He hesitated, his fingers brushing against the corpse's tattered robe before continuing in a quieter voice, almost as if speaking to himself. "This world's a dog-eat-dog buffet, after all. So why bother pretending to care when all that's left is crumbs?"

With a sudden smile, Su Xiaobai straightened, his playful tone returning. "Now, if you'll excuse me, this crispy fellow owes me rent."

"I...." Li Xianfei's lips trembled, but no sound came. A single tear rolled down his ashen cheek before Su Xiaobai stomped his head like a rotten melon underfoot.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

The sound was equal parts squelch and crunch, loud enough to make Yu Feng gag.

Then, like a seasoned looter, Su Xiaobai crouched down and began rifling through the remains, pulling out a spatial ring and anything else shiny.

"..."

Yu Feng's mouth opened slightly in disbelief. She hadn't expected him to be so… shameless.

"What?" Su Xiaobai said, holding up the ring. "Take their treasures. They're not using them anymore. Death is nature's way of saying 'free loot.'" He paused, "Unless… you're into charity? Should I leave this stuff for the worms?"

Yu Feng glared at him, her silence screaming, 'Touch my corpse pile and die.'

Without a word, she tossed Fang Yuecheng's corpse at him like a sack of potatoes.

Catching it, Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow at the gaping hole in the man's head. "Did you skewer this guy like a barbecue? Damn. Nice work — You could charge admission for this kind of art!"

"Humph!" Yu Feng scoffed, turning away, her spear dripping blood like a butcher's blade fresh from slaughter.

Su Xiaobai's gaze on the weapon, his lips twitching into a crooked grin, "That's your sword, huh? Like master, like disciple, I guess. None of you sword cultivators actually use swords. What's next—a sword whip? A parasol? Oh wait, Bai Yujian already stole that idea with her shield-sword combo."

Yu Feng ignored his rambling, but her attention snapped back when she noticed something massive crawling out of Su Xiaobai's spatial ring.

A massive, thorny flower emerged, its vines writhing like drunken snakes, its petals glistening with something suspiciously blood-like. It was big enough to swallow a cow—or a corpse.

"What the hell is that?" Yu Feng instinctively stepped back, her spear raised. "Are you cultivating demons?"

Su Xiaobai gave her his most disarming smile. "Relax. It's just a harmless little pet. Think of it as… eco-friendly cleanup."

"Cleanup?" Yu Feng looked at him as if he'd grown a second head. "It's eating people!"

"Well, yeah. They're dead. Recycling is important."

Yu Feng's face turned red—not from embarrassment, but rage.

"Humph." She turned her head, relieved, "You're just another monster in disguise."

Su Xiaobai chuckled awkwardly. Not wrong. He gestured to the flower. "Alright, big girl. Breakfast's served. Go feast on all those tasty bodies."

Hiss~ Yu Feng's eyes narrowed, the sharp glint of understanding flickering within. This man—this insufferable, smug bastard—was pretending to be righteous. A wolf in sheep's robes. A heretic in disguise, just like her.

"Is he from the Dark Church too?" she wondered. She sifted through her memories but came up empty—his face didn't ring a single bell.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

The carnivorous plant consumed one body after another, its vines coiling and snapping like snakes.

Yu Feng glanced at it, curiosity, amazement, unease. "This thing… it's pure evil," she murmured, a mix of awe and disgust.

"Evil?" Su Xiaobai shrugged, his tone as casual as discussing the weather. "It's resourceful. Besides, it's already at peak Foundation Establishment. If it hits Core Formation—or higher—it'll be worth all the trouble. Better than letting the bodies go to waste."

Yu Feng's glare hardened. "You're letting this thing devour their bodies just to power it up? What's next—farming humans?"

"Don't give me ideas," Su Xiaobai said with a wink.

Yu Feng clenched her fists, deciding she hated him just a little 'less'. But her gaze softened as she watched the flower work, its efficiency oddly mesmerizing.

Su Xiaobai, however, was unfazed. His gaze turned toward the horizon, where faint streaks of light hinted at approaching cultivators.

The Xiantian Sect elders are coming. Time's running out.

Flattening half the city wasn't in his plans, but at least he could make the most of the mess.

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"YOU GUYS LEVELED HALF THE CITY!"

Zhao Tianxuan's voice thundered through the sect hall, shaking the rafters like an impending landslide.

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"..."

Su Xiaobai and Yu Feng stood silent, staring at their feet like two naughty kids caught stealing spirit fruits.

After a grueling three-hour meeting, Zhao Tianxuan had dragged them back to the sect hall. Now, as the other elders dispersed, the sect leader slumped in his chair, clutching his head like he was one insult away from losing his mind.

Yu Feng, now back in her "proper disciple" disguise, exchanged a subtle glance with Su Xiaobai. Their deal was simple—he wouldn't reveal her true identity or cultivation, and she'd keep her lips sealed about his demonic flower. A mutual 'I know you're shady, but let's not die over it' agreement.

Zhao Tianxuan finally exhaled a long, defeated sigh. "Did you two at least complete the mission?"

Yu Feng's eyes flickered. She had no idea. Her gaze drifted toward Su Xiaobai, silently asking, Well?

Su Xiaobai raised his head with the confidence of a man who knew exactly how far he could push his luck. "No goods, just a message."

Zhao Tianxuan's face twitched. "A message?"

He leaned forward, whispering now as if the very walls had ears. "Write it down. Now."

Su Xiaobai scribbled something onto a scroll, handing it back with an exaggerated flourish. "Here you go, Sect Master. But, uh… didn't you say we were supposed to bring back some goods? You never mentioned anything about this 'side quest.'"

Zhao Tianxuan coughed, his face turning an interesting shade of red as he snatched the scroll. "Quiet! Do you have any idea who might be listening?!"

Unrolling the scroll, his frown deepened.

[When the dragon descends into the valley, the gathered wolves bare their fangs; the phoenix's nest may soon face the storm.]

Zhao Tianxuan scratched his head, muttering, "What the hell does this mean? Wolves, storms, dragons? Isn't that just every day around here?" He shot them a glare. "You're dismissed. Both of you. Go back to your peaks."

Su Xiaobai gave a mock salute, clearly eager to escape.

Yu Feng didn't bother saying anything, slipping out quietly.

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Sword Peak Lord's Residence!

Bai Yujian wasn't exactly the "wait patiently" type. The moment Su Xiaobai arrived, she grabbed his collar and hauled him straight to her residence.

"You're late," she snapped, her piercing gaze like twin swords ready to skewer him. "Now spill. Why were you attacked? Did you find out who sent them?"

"Good to see you too, Elder," Su Xiaobai said sarcastically, carefully prying her fingers off his robe. "And no, I didn't. But it's not my fault! All the bodies conveniently disappeared. Mysteriously. Like magic!" He gestured dramatically, earning a suspicious flare from Bai Yujian.

"They vanished?" she repeated, her tone sharp. "How? Who cleaned up that fast?"

"No clue." Su Xiaobai shrugged, leaning against her desk like he owned the place. "But I'm guessing whoever sent them didn't want us finding out. Real sneaky types, those assassins."

Bai Yujian's brows furrowed as she paced the room, her pristine sword hanging loosely at her side. "Three Nascent Soul cultivators ambush you, and nobody knows why? This doesn't add up."

"Look, I'm flattered everyone's so concerned about me. But maybe I just offended the wrong person. Happens a lot, you know," Su Xiaobai said, his grin wide enough to spark suspicion.

Bai Yujian's eyes narrowed as her mind churned. Could it be Liu Chenfu? No, that arrogant fool wouldn't dare betray the sect. Her gaze shifted back to Su Xiaobai, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes.

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