The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

When Su'er finally released him, she didn't scold.

She didn't yell.

She just looked at him.

Expression unreadable.

Those soft green eyes calmly assessing her master like he was an underperforming formation core.

Then, she kissed him.

Soft. Gentle. Too perfect.

Su Xiaobai blinked.

She cleared her throat and mumbled shyly:

"I was just… too stunned earlier. You surprised me, so my body reacted on its own. It was a safety reflex. The pocket dimension… just... activated. Accidentally."

She stood straight. Adjusted her robe.

Looked every bit the elegant scholar-fairy she always was.

Su Xiaobai stared for a long time.

Then folded his arms.

"…That's your story?"

"Mm."

A faint nod. "I'm very honest."

He didn't believe a single word.

Until she stripped completely naked on the spot and laid flat across his lap.

[Here. Inspect me for demonic possession. Surely only a mind-addled woman would act so erratically.]

As for her spiritual weapon—Inkleaf Brush—it was no toy.

A treasure attuned to her Dao of Verdant Insight, it could:

Etch runes in midair

Paint formations across terrain, and, most dangerously of all, write spiritual rebukes at projectile speed.

Su Xiaobai knew its power too well. He enhanced it himself—not out of generosity or affection.

But because of one particularly traumatic nap, he had dozed off under a peach blossom tree.

When he awoke, three things happened:

His Qi wouldn't circulate.

A group of passing disciples giggled and fled.

His forehead read—

"LAZY MASTER"

In glowing, heaven-grade calligraphy.

It remained for three full days, resisting soap, spirit water, and shame.

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The third sister remained mostly silent.

Seated near Su Xiaobai's head, her lap barely brushing against his hair, one hand gently stroked the sleeping lynx's fur.

Lin Xuanrui.

Known simply as Rui'er.

Her hair was tied in an elegant loop, the rest falling like silk down her back. Her eyes?

Forest green, flecked with gold, like autumn leaves about to stir.

Ethereal.

Slender.

The sort of woman who looked like she might evaporate if you touched her, but would actually curse your entire bloodline if you insulted her spirit beasts.

Her destined star: Jade Star of Mystic Bloom.

She cultivated the Dao of Spirit-Beast Harmony and Mystic Flora.

Her voice was sweet and melodic, like dew on morning grass, but her Profound Blooming Mirage could mentally seduce weaker beasts into fighting for her cause.

She once attempted it on Huo Lingxue.

It failed miserably.

But then, a week later, she accidentally incited a full-scale Chicken War at the coop back home.

Su Xiaobai, after watching three Golden Plume Roosters duel over her hairpin, declared: "You've passed the beast test. Welcome to my inner circle."

He promoted her to [Head of Beast Recruitment]

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"None of you truly understand a man's heart..."

A sigh slashed through the air like a silk whip.

The speaker: Lin Meihan, or Han'er, the fox among stars.

She sat with one leg bent, arms draped lazily over her thighs, her rich brown curls cascading like a waterfall down her shoulder, accented by delicate jade hairpins that glinted like stars under moonlight.

Her robes?

A sin against modesty.

Side-slitted, silken, cinched with ornate golden sashes, cut specifically to expose more skin than it covered.

And her waist?

A phantom.

A myth.

Su Xiaobai had never successfully grabbed it.

Whenever he tried, she slipped like smoke, chuckling sweetly as if to say:

"Next time, maybe."

A seductress of the Dao of Illusion and Charm, Han'er cultivated a dual path of Frost Qi and Bewitching Mist, making her impossible to pin down, in bed or in battle.

Her technique, Frigid Mirage, summoned frost-born illusionary selves, each as lethal as they were sensual.

And her signature weapon, the Veil of Snowglide, was a silk sash that turned into ribbons of ice, binding and freezing anything it brushed... or teasingly wrapped around.

Su Xiaobai, weakened by recent breakthroughs, was forbidden "meat."

Zhu Qing and Bai Yujian had warned him—any excessive indulgence would make him a one-legged cultivator. Strong in theory. Useless in application.

So naturally...

Han'er spent her free time taunting him into sin.

She'd whisper lines like:

"You're not touching me... not because you can't... but because you fear you'll lose control."

It wasn't spiritual warfare.

It was emotional terrorism.

From nearby, a scoff.

"Oh? And you do understand a man's heart?"

The fiery voice belonged to Lin Zhuoyan, the fifth sister, known as Yan'er, the Tiger in Silk.

Her braided crown glowed red under starlight, her athletic form coiled like a predator ready to strike. Her eyes, vivid green, yet edged with righteous flame, never stopped glaring at Su Xiaobai like he'd just robbed a temple.

She cultivated the Dao of Blazing Valor, channeling Celestial Phoenix Flame, a path where her righteous fury could literally summon divine phoenix fire, albeit temporarily

Her blade, the Scarlet Plume, forged from crimson gold and Qilin bone, could cleave through corruption, lies, and occasionally Su Xiaobai's shirts.

They fought. Constantly.

Until one day...

Su Xiaobai snapped.

He opened seven out of her eight jade gates in a single night.

Since then?

She barked loudly, but bit no more.

The sisters were rivals in spirit.

But recently, they found common ground.

Together, Han'er and Yan'er had been training Lulu, Su Xiaobai's phoenix-blooded maid.

Han'er taught charm.

Yan'er taught fire.

The result?

Lulu broke through to Earthly Rebirth Realm and perfected her Burning Lotus Charm Technique.

They competed through her like two jealous martial aunts.

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Back to the present.

Han'er stood.

And with a wicked smile, slid her sleeve back, revealing porcelain skin.

Then, she let her robes fall just enough to bare a single smooth white shoulder, her cleavage rising delicately with every breath.

She crawled forward, like a huntress made of snow and sin, toward the sleeping Su Xiaobai.

Her scent, sweet, subtle, spiritually disarming, tickled his nose.

"Brother Su~ Big Sister has brought you water… open your lips."

He blinked.

Too tired to resist.

Too conditioned to care.

He opened his mouth—

And she kissed him.

Full. Soft.

A serpent's dance of sweet tongue and icy charm.

He groaned and immediately grabbed her waist, yanking her down onto his chest.

She yelped. "Ahn—! Do you want to kill this sister~?"

Then—

She vanished.

An illusion.

He was holding air.

Eyes narrowed, he sat up.

Han'er was back in her seat, grinning like a cat who just murdered a canary mid-sermon.

Su Xiaobai said nothing.

He pounced.

Grabbed her for real.

Pressed her down. "You really don't understand until I smack you down, huh?"

He kissed her, rough and deep, silencing her smug grin.

One hand tangled in her hair.

The other slid into her robe, pinching her soft red cherries, kneading them until she gasped.

Slurp… slurp…

It was wet.

It was loud.

It was spiritual warfare.

The other sisters?

Turned red instantly.

"Shameless!" Yan'er hissed, turning her face away with flaming cheeks.

But no one interrupted.

Because... for the first time in a while... they understood.

Han'er had won this round.

Near the back, Huo Lingxue, still in lynx form, yawned and shook her head.

Then curled back into a ball.

Her life was bliss these days.

No more pressure. No more pride.

Just naps, daily walks, and nighttime "Dual cultivation sessions."

Everyone in the sect believed Su Xiaobai had tamed a wild Lynx Spirit Beast.

No one remembered she used to be a proud Inner Court Disciple with peak-stage fire Qi and a murder complex.

Now?

She was the fluffy pillow Su Xiaobai used for spiritual naps.

Life came at you fast.

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"Brother~! They're laughing at us!"

Han'er's voice rang out, half-whimper, half-accusation. Her face flushed, her lips shining with a slick misty sheen, evidence of just how far the "playful teasing" had escalated.

She pointed toward her sisters.

The other girls immediately froze like guilty criminals caught mid-robbery.

Yao'er tried to sneak away, but was caught mid-lotus float.

Yan'er pretended to check her blade, only to stumble into a strategically-placed trap seal.

(Installed by Su'er. Who else?)

Rui'er stuck out her tongue.

Muttered something about fate.

Then crawled back to Su Xiaobai's side and wrapped her arms around his waist like a sleepy kitten resigning herself to "beast duty."

And Su'er?

She simply sighed.

Then sat down.

Then spread her thighs open just a little more and looked at Su Xiaobai without a word.

Su Xiaobai once said: "She could kill a man's soul by blinking at the wrong time."

But truthfully, none of it made sense, until he realized something.

These five girls weren't just special.

They were dangerously important.

When all five of them gathered—

Under the right stars—

They could summon the "Star Lotus".

A mystical phenomenon that was, apparently, the key to an unknown Secret Realm.

What kind of key?

No one knew.

Su Xiaobai, despite being a master of over a dozen fake cultivation techniques and a few real ones, still couldn't understand what it was unlocking.

But the heavens seemed very, very nervous about it.

Each sister walked a different cultivation path, not by coincidence, but by fate design.

Their "Star Destinies" were whispered in old scrolls and dying dreams. Each one a reincarnation of a figure so legendary, even modern cultivators dared not speak their names for fear of divine backlash.

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The Five Star Destinies:

Yao'er – Jade Star of Benevolent Light

Said to be the reincarnation of the Saintess of the Jade Heart Pavilion, one of the Four Heavenly Hall's most reclusive powers.

Destined to ascend, then probably get hunted down by the current Saintess, who would not take kindly to being spiritually replaced by a soft-spoken dual-cultivation support pillow.

___

Su'er – Star of Flowing Wisdom

Her fate linked to the Grand Rune Mistress of the Heaven-Seeking Library—

A place so mysterious, even Yue Xiuying, former Celestial Peak Lord and prophecy dropper extraordinaire, had no idea where the hell it was.

> "Heaven-Seeking Library...?"

> "That sounds like a scam."

> –Su Xiaobai, five seconds before falling into a rune trap she made to test him.

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Rui'er – Jade Star of Mystic Bloom

Reincarnation of the Orchid Empress of the Mystic Wilds—which, again, didn't exist on any known map.

Was it a forest?

A divine beast realm?

A very sexy metaphor?

Even Rui'er didn't know.

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Han'er – Jade Star of Enchanting Frost

Destined to reclaim the title of the Frost Mistress of the Winter Palace—which, judging by how often it was mentioned and how little was known, probably existed only to kill its heir before she got there.

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Yan'er – Jade Star of Crimson Glory

Supposedly the reincarnation of the Crimson Warden of the Nine Heavens.

Su Xiaobai only knew of Four Heavens.

> "What do you mean nine heavens? Where the hell are the other five hiding?!"

> –Su Xiaobai, aggressively questioning reality.

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And with this knowledge...

Su Xiaobai finally understood why Peak Lord Lin had given up his five most treasured daughters with a forced smile and heavy spiritual sigh.

It wasn't goodwill.

It wasn't faith.

It was survival.

Because each of these destinies, while powerful, came with one universal truth:

"If an Immortal finds out you're the next heir to their seat... they kill you."

Quietly.

Efficiently.

With cosmic paperwork that never leaves evidence.

Their fate threads would be cut.

Their names erased from spiritual records.

And sometimes?

They wouldn't just kill the reincarnation.

They'd kill everyone near them too, just to be sure.