The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Rustle~!

Bang! Bang!

The cold wind howled through the midnight air.

A towering tree trunk shuddered, its bark groaning like an unwilling maiden before—

CRACK!

It split apart, collapsing like a sect disciple who had just heard his fiancée call another man 'Senior Brother.'

And the culprit?

Su Xiaobai.

He was practicing Flicker Steps in front of Bai Yujian's residence, and by practicing, what he really meant was absolutely obliterating everything in sight.

He had completely forgotten why he came here.

Originally, it was to check on Bai Yujian, maybe have a polite conversation.

Or—more realistically—he had planned to flirt, stare at her smooth legs, and see if today was the day fate would let him "accidentally" fall into her arms.

But all that vanished the moment he discovered new ways to abuse Flicker Steps.

It was as if a new world had opened before him.

Now, he was vanishing, reappearing, stretching, twisting—like some immortal illusionist on aphrodisiacs.

His body flickered, his limbs extended, and his every move carried the madness of a man who had discovered forbidden knowledge.

If other disciples saw him destroying the sacred, beautiful gardens of the Peak Lord, they would have foamed at the mouth and hanged themselves.

But they didn't know Sword Fairy Bai Yujian.

____

Bai Yujian sat on the roof of her mansion, legs crossed gracefully, her figure bathed in the moonlight.

She had been here long before Su Xiaobai arrived.

At first, she had idly watched him hop around like a crazed grasshopper.

Then, she had seen his arm stretch out ten meters.

Her elegant fingers paused mid-air.

Then, he vanished and reappeared, his foot landing on a pavilion beam—only for the entire structure to collapse behind him.

Her icy gaze narrowed.

Bai Yujian had seen countless talents, countless prodigies, but never before had she seen someone so talented in absolute nonsense.

There was no order, no discipline, no refined mastery.

And yet, this man was somehow making it work.

Her long lashes fluttered, a rare trace of surpise appearing in her cold, celestial eyes.

Even while destroying everything in his path, Su Xiaobai's body had a certain untamed beauty, like a feral beast that refused to be tamed.

His muscles flexed under the starlight, his robes loose, exposing a chiseled chest that glowed faintly with astral energy.

Bai Yujian was silent, but she couldn't deny the truth—

This bastard looked good.

Too good.

If he weren't such a menace, some might even consider him a dangerous temptation.

…Not that she cared.

Absolutely not.

Right?

____

"You are right."

Bai Yujian suddenly nodded, as if responding to an unseen voice.

And she was.

A small glowing orb floated beside her, the size of a fist, shimmering softly.

Not an orb—a feminine figure.

With long green hair, sharp phoenix eyes, and a figure small enough to sit in Bai Yujian's palm, she floated effortlessly, circling her master like a celestial wisp.

This was Yingying—her Sword Spirit.

A proud, noble entity—now in a weakened state, slowly recovering from a brutal injury.

She had been watching Su Xiaobai's antics in complete silence—until finally, she spoke.

[What did I just witness?]

"A man who doesn't know fear." Bai Yujian replied.

[Or consequences.] Yingying added.

"Or restraint."

The tiny sword spirit sighed, then narrowed her sharp phoenix eyes.

Her gaze swept over Su Xiaobai's half-exposed chest, his smirking, devilish face, and the sheer arrogance in his posture.

Then, with absolute certainty, Yingying declared—

[This little sexy man… does he even know how to use those techniques normally!?]

Bai Yujian didn't answer.

She watched as Su Xiaobai flickered through the air, limbs stretching unnaturally, demolishing the garden like a divine calamity.

It was a bizarre mix of brilliance and madness.

She had seen countless prodigies—elegant, refined, deadly.

But this?

This was a man who had turned absolute nonsense into an art form.

For a moment, she almost respected it.

Then—

[Pfft—!]

A suppressed giggle snapped her focus.

Bai Yujian's gaze snapped to Yingying, who was covering her mouth, shoulders trembling.

Her emerald eyes flashed with pure mischief.

"Yingying."

Her voice carried a warning.

"You're being vulgar."

Yingying snorted.

[Me? Vulgar? Master, you were staring pretty hard for someone who doesn't care.]

Bai Yujian's fingers twitched.

"I was analyzing his technique."

[Oh? Analyzing what, exactly? His footwork? His hand movements? Or that tight, Qi-tempered chest he's been flashing all night?]

Bai Yujian's cheeks twitched.

This little—

"Yingying, shut up."

She reached out and grabbed the tiny spirit, squeezing just a little harder than necessary.@@novelbin@@

Yingying squealed.

[Ahhh! Master! If you want that man, take him! Why the hell are you fucking me instead!?]

Bai Yujian froze.

A faint, treacherous warmth crept up her neck.

"You—!"

She was speechless.

Her grip tightened.

Yingying giggled wildly.

[What? Did I say something wrong?]

"Quiet."

Bai Yujian spat.

Yingying huffed but didn't say another word.

For now.

Bai Yujian exhaled, rubbing her temples.

This fairy… was too vulgar!

She was definitely locking Yingying in a sword sheath for a month.

Maybe two.

In fact, Bai Yujian herself had never even uttered a curse in over a century—not once. And yet this little thing spat them out like an old drunkard outside a brothel.

What kind of mystical imbalance was this?

Then—

[Master, aren't you jealous that Zhu Qing stole your man?]

Bai Yujian froze.

Her expression darkened.

Slowly, she turned her gaze back to Yingying.

The sword spirit hovered there innocently, her green hair swaying, eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Don't say nonsense... Qingqing is my friend."

[Humph.]

Yingying snorted, spun around, and vanished—retreating back into the parasol handle resting on the side.

Leaving Bai Yujian speechless.

This damn spirit!

For months, Yingying had done nothing but warn her about Su Xiaobai.

Constantly nagging—"Don't get close to him, Master!"

Scolding—"This man is nothing but trouble!"

Exploding—especially after that poison bath incident—"The gap between you two is too big! Don't let his sweet words fool you!"

And now?

Now, the little traitor had switched sides!?

Ever since that day—

The day Su Xiaobai caught the Wheel of Samsara out of nowhere during the battle between Saint Wuji and Bai Yujian…

Yingying's opinion had shifted.

Now, she was vehemently supporting Su Xiaobai.

Why?

Bai Yujian didn't know.

But it bothered her.

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Meanwhile, completely unaware that Bai Yujian had a little spy watching his every move—

Su Xiaobai was engaged in some serious martial research.

Right now, he stood before a rock.

A single, innocent, sturdy, absolutely unoffending rock.

A thought struck him.

Could he break it just by breathing?

Wouldn't that be cool as hell!?

And so he did.

Su Xiaobai inhaled.

Then—

"HAAAH—!"

He exhaled loudly, his breath rolling forth like a divine decree.

CRACK!

The rock instantly cracked—then exploded into dust.

Su Xiaobai's smile vanished.

His entire body stiffened.

Just now—

A small ray of light had whizzed past him at terrifying speed, striking the rock before it exploded.

From start to finish—

He had no control over it.

He didn't even feel it.

If that attack had hit him instead of the rock…

He would've been cleaved in half.

His eyes sharpened.

"Who is it?"

He turned around, muscles tense—ready for a fight.

Su Xiaobai blinked.

"Oh... It's Peak Lord..." His expression eased as he saw the approaching figure—a beautiful woman bathed in moonlight, her long hair swaying like the river of stars.

The one that he could recognize.

Oh, right. He came here to meet her?

For what again?

His brows furrowed. Honestly, he forgot. It happened a lot in his past life—walking into a room and immediately losing track of why he was there. He didn't expect bad habits to follow him even after reincarnation.

Meanwhile, Bai Yujian had no idea Su Xiaobai was currently engaged in mortal combat with his own memory.

"Take this."

A scroll appeared in her hand, wrapped in thin silver threads, exuding a quiet but sharp presence.

Su Xiaobai instinctively took a step back.

His eyes flickered between Bai Yujian's cold, perfect face and the scroll.

"…Why do women keep handing me weird things?" he muttered under his breath, recalling his traumatic session with Zhu Qing.

Did this one also come with an unreasonable demand? A test? Maybe an ancient contract binding him into an eternity of servitude?

He hesitated.

"I'm getting PTSD from the last one. What is it this time?"

Bai Yujian's brow twitched.

"This is a Sword Dao scroll," she said, tone frosty. "It contains the fundamentals of Sword Intent."

Su Xiaobai stared blankly.

"…Why are you giving it to me?"

"You want to learn, don't you?"

"...Do I?"

Bai Yujian's lips pressed into a thin line.

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Did this man not just pull off impossible feats with Flicker Steps? Did he not just obliterate a rock by accident?

Was he not the same man who caught the Wheel of Samsara?

And yet—he stood here, staring at her like a confused duck, questioning why she would bother explaining Sword Dao to him?

While standing at the very peak of Sword Summit.

Face to face with the Peak Lord of Sword Peak herself.

Bai Yujian's patience, tempered by a century of cold discipline, wavered—just for a moment.

Then she exhaled, steadying herself.

"Take it. I won't repeat myself."

Her tone was absolute. Unyielding. The kind that left no room for nonsense.

Su Xiaobai hesitated. He eyed the scroll warily, as if it might explode in his hands at any moment.

But after confirming there were no immediate life-threatening consequences, he reluctantly accepted it.

"…Alright," he muttered. "But if this gives me PTSD, I'm blaming you."

Bai Yujian ignored him.

She had no other thoughts—

But in the moonlight, she really did look like an annoyed lover.