The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Rumble...

The ground was still shaking.

The disciples had just started putting things together—the truth about the Light Spiritual Tablet, the mess in the sky, the monsters rushing toward them like a flood of nightmares.

But before they could even fully panic, a new wave of dread crashed over them.

Because now, the beast tide had arrived.

Tens of thousands of monstrous creatures—Abyssal Tigers, Golden-Tailed Lions, Thunder Serpents, Blood-Horned Elephants—descended upon them like a natural disaster given flesh.

Their roars shook the heavens, their bloodlust thick enough to taste on the tongue.

And the disciples?

The disciples lost their damn minds.

Some froze in place, their weapons half-drawn, legs too weak to move.

Some outright turned to flee, ignoring their sect robes, ignoring their dignity—sprinting for their lives like bandits chased by debt collectors.

Some just stood there, wide-eyed, whispering regrets to the heavens.

"What the hell did I do in my past life to deserve this?!"

"This morning I was betting spirit stones on a fight. Now I'm about to become beast chow?!"

"If we survive this, I swear I'll quit and open a dumpling stall!"

Even among the core disciples, hesitation flickered.

After all, what was the point of fighting?

The elders and peak lords were already here, their vast auras pressing down like celestial mountains. Wouldn't it be smarter to just… let them handle it?

But before that thought could fully take root—

SHIIING!

A soundless pressure swept over them.

It wasn't the crushing force of an elder's battle aura.

It wasn't the bloodlust of the beasts.

It was something sharper.

Something cold.

Something that cut into the very marrow of their bones.

A sword's intent.

Bai Yujian descended.

She hovered above the battlefield, her white robes unstained, her presence serene yet dangerous.

Her sword was not drawn, but the blade was already upon them.

Then—she spoke.

"Enough."

Her gaze swept across them, and for the first time, they felt smaller than ants.

"The sect has raised you. Trained you. Fed you. Sheltered you."

"And now, in its hour of need, you would turn your backs and flee?"

Her words weren't loud, but they sank deep, cutting into their pride like an unsheathed blade.

Some disciples lowered their heads, shame flickering in their eyes.

Others gritted their teeth, fists clenching around their weapons.

"You call yourselves disciples of the Xiantian Sect."

She gestured toward the elders and peak lords, who stood like generals, already clashing with the horde.

"Do you think they can stop this alone? Do you think they will die to protect you while you stand here pissing yourselves?"

Her blade tilted downward, pointing at the raging beast tide that surged ever closer.

"If you have even a shred of loyalty left in your souls—then draw your weapons, form your lines, and fight."

For a moment—no one moved.

The disciples had heard Bai Yujian's command. They had heard every single cutting word.

And yet, doubt still clouded thier hearts. Some glanced at their fellow disciples, as if waiting for someone else to move first. Some gritted their teeth, their Qi fluctuating with hesitation. A few even began stepping backward—slowly, as if trying not to draw attention.

"…Do we really have to fight?" one outer disciple whispered.

"Maybe if we run now, the elders won't notice…" another muttered.

"That's right! It's not like they'll be counting heads in this mess…"

Some of the inner disciples hesitated too. They had trained, they had fought in sparring matches—but this wasn't a tournament.

This was war.

And war meant dying. But before that hesitation could fully take root—

CRACK!

A sharp sound rang out as Su Xiaobai moved.

He had been silent all this time.

Watching. Listening.

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He stepped forward, his aura expanding, and in one swift motion—he grabbed an outer disciple by the collar.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Argh!" The disciple choked, feet kicking the air as Su Xiaobai lifted him effortlessly.

Then, in full view of tens of thousands, he threw the man back into the ranks, slamming him onto the ground.

"If anyone dares to run—"

His eyes swept across the disciples, his gaze sharp as a sword freshly unsheathed.

"You'll answer to me."

His words weren't loud, but they carried a dangerous intent.

Su Xiaobai wasn't a peak lord.

He wasn't an elder.

But he didn't need to be.

He was a top disciple, a monster in his own right, someone whose talent was already feared across the sect.

And now, every disciple who had considered fleeing suddenly found their legs paralyzed.

The core disciples understood first.

They were the pillars of the younger generation, the ones closest to stepping into elder status.

And yet, they had hesitated.

They clenched their fists.

Then, one by one, they stepped forward.

"Whoever runs—" One of the core disciples spoke next, his voice echoing after Su Xiaobai's. "—won't just have to face him. You'll have to face me too."

Then another.

"And me."

And another.

"And me!"

The top disciples of the inner court followed next.

One by one, their killing intent flared, their gazes locking onto the hesitant cowards among them.

At that moment—it clicked.

This was no longer about sect loyalty.

This was about personal survival.

If they ran, it wouldn't just be the beasts hunting them down.

It would be their own peers.

And at that moment—escape was no longer an option.

Su Xiaobai let the weight of his words settle—Then, his lips curled into a grin.

"Oh, and one more thing…"

He lifted his hand, casually tossing a spirit stone into the air before catching it.

"For every beast you kill, you'll get 1,000 spirit stones."

Silence.

"What?!"

"A THOUSAND SPIRIT STONES?!"

"PER BEAST?!"

The hesitation shattered.

This wasn't just sect duty anymore—

This was a fucking payday. Some disciples looked ready to cry just moments ago.

Now?

Their eyes shone with greed. One of the core disciples couldn't help himself.

"WHO'S PAYING FOR THIS?!"

Su Xiaobai's grin widened.

He turned toward Zhao Tianxuan, the sect master, who was still battling beasts in the distance.

The old man didn't even turn around.

But his brows twitched.

His lips tightened.

Still—he didn't deny it.

If a thousand spirit stones per kill meant the disciples fought harder and reduced the damage to the sect—

Then so be it.

Su Xiaobai laughed.

"You heard the sect master! He's not saying no!"

The disciples roared.

"FUCK IT, I'M IN!"

"FOR THE SECT—AND FOR MY WALLET!"

"KILL THOSE BEASTS!"

Weapons were drawn.

Qi exploded into the air.

And this time—

They charged.

Not out of duty.

Not out of loyalty.

But because the fear of punishment and the promise of fortune had finally lit their fire.

From above, Bai Yujian watched.

And for the first time that night—

She felt relief.

Because no matter how noble words could be—

Loyalty was never built on gratitude alone.

Sometimes, fear worked better.

And greed?

That worked best of all.

Su Xiaobai barely glanced at Bai Yujian's gaze, filled with unspoken gratitude—And promptly shrugged it off like yesterday's trash.

She blinked.

And for some reason, a strange coldness crept into her feet, like stepping into an empty house where warmth used to be.

But she crushed the feeling, locking it deep inside. There was a battle to fight.

Right now, the priority wasn't winning. It was keeping the sect standing. Stopping the horde was easy. The real challenge? Not letting the sect look like a pile of beast dung by morning.

Su Xiaobai, however, couldn't give two shits about that.

His eyes were scanning the battlefield, but his mind was somewhere else.

"Where is she?"

The whole show he put on? The threats, the rewards, the grandstanding?

It was all just for fun.

A little clown act to stack up some favors.

Because what he really cared about—wasn't here. Did she slip away while I wasn't looking?

His expression darkened.

Yue Xi.

That mysterious, slippery woman who left a strange itch in his mind. Something about her felt off. And now she was gone, soaring through the skies like a queen making her grand exit.

Tsk. Disappointing.

Then—his gaze flickered.

That insignia…

It had taken him a while to recognize, but when that gaudy, oversized chariot rolled in, he had finally placed it.

That trident-shaped mark on Yue Xi's forehead. Etched into the chariot's golden walls.

"Jade Nation."