The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Later...

As the first sunrays bled across the sky, the massive flying ship soared silently above the forest.

Its jade-inscribed hull gleaming in the early dawn light. Runes shimmered across its surface, throbbing like a heartbeat—feeding power to the flight arrays inscribed by ancient cultivators long since turned to dust.

Beneath the ship, a sea of clouds parted, revealing glimpses of sharp, dagger-like peaks shrouded in ethereal mist.

Su Xiaobai leaned against the railing, squinting into the light.

Beside him…

Yu Feng was tied to a pole like a hostage from a cheap opera.

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An hour later...

A groan escaped her lips as Yu Feng stirred.

"...Mmm…"

Her eyelids fluttered open.

A headache pulsed behind her temples. Her vision was blurry, for a moment, all she saw was blinding sky and glowing clouds.

Endless, open sky.

Then she realized she was… not on the floor.

Not on a bed.

Not even on the ground.

She was in the air.

Bound, with ropes, to a pole.

Like a sacrificial prisoner being offered to the heavens.

"...What?"

She twisted.

The ropes were tight, her cloak was gone, and legs were bound neatly like a spirit sect bundle delivery.

There was even a tag hanging off her waist that said:

"Yu Feng – Handle With Care (May Bite)."

Her head whipped around.

There was Su Xiaobai, leaning smugly against the rail, sipping tea like this was a vacation cruise.

He turned casually.

"Morning, Yu Feng. Sleep well?"

Her mouth opened.... Closed... Opened again.

"You—!!"

"You were walking funny. Thought you needed a rest. So I gave you one."

"You KIDNAPPED ME!"

"I recruited you."

"YOU TIED ME TO A POLE!!"

"You're feisty when you're sleepy. I didn't want you jumping overboard."

"I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU—"

"After the mission, sure."

Su Xiaobai's voice was breezy—casual, as if he were discussing weekend plans instead of the midair abduction of an elite dark priestess tied to a pole.

Yu Feng's eye twitched.

Her killing intent—suppressed and dormant for two years—began to stir like a long-slumbering specter. The weary ropes bound her still, but the dark aura seeping from her body was anything but still.

It leaked like black mist from a cracked furnace, heavy with ancient curses and emotional trauma.

"Mission?" she hissed. "What mission?

Don't talk nonsense with me, Su Xiaobai!"

The temperature dropped.

Dark mist spiraled across the deck.

The sky roared.

Then—

BANG!

Her fingers twitched, and a violent pulse of dark Qi exploded outward. The spirit-forged thunder ropes snapped like mortal thread—twisting in the air before evaporating with a hiss of white smoke.

Su Xiaobai didn't even flinch, he took another sip of tea. "Hm. Four seconds slower than expected."

A blinding blue light flashed—Yu Feng's figure reappeared instantly, landing on the polished spiritwood deck in front of him.

Robes fluttering...Hair flowing like ink in water. Eyes glowing like twin frost moons during a blood eclipse. She looked like a vengeful goddess plucked straight from a forbidden cultivation epic.

"SU. XIAOBAI."

Each syllable fell like a heavenly tribulation bolt.

Birds scattered from the mast.

The ship groaned slightly.

Somewhere below, a passing Sky Roc heard the name and immediately turned course.

Su Xiaobai glanced at her.

Then slowly raised one brow.

"You're awake. Good. We're on schedule."

"You—!"

"Southern Ridge. Hidden Shade Wildlands. Corrupted spiritual terrain. Rich in death Qi. A wonderful vacation. You'll love it."

"I'M GOING TO BURY YOU IN IT."

"Qingqing said you needed a field trip," Su Xiaobai added helpfully.

"She what—?!"

"And the fox twins are already preparing the battle attire."

At that exact moment, a door at the end of the deck slid open with a faint chime, and Hu Mei'er leaned out.

She was wearing—

Let's call it a "battle-ready spiritual bodysuit" that looked 90% made of string, 5% jade ornament, and 5% wishful thinking: Young Master~ Your travel robes have been steamed. Also, we've fluffed the bed.

Yu Feng turned slowly, a vein pulsing on her temple.

"...What the hell is going on?"

The once proud saintess of the Dark Church, now reduced to background harem ornament, was watching her captor sip tea while a fox girl in thigh-slit robes called him like a flirtatious innkeeper calling her favorite debt collector.

Hu Mei'er smiled sheepishly, her soft round cheeks slightly red, lips slightly parted, as if she'd just read from a very inappropriate scroll on 'Cultivation through Touch.'

"Junior Brother~ Can you come here for a second? My sister needs your help…"

Su Xiaobai's eyes narrowed like a man who knew a trap when he smelled one—but still walked into it like a moth diving into a spirit fire.

"Definitely," he said with a grin, already forgetting Yu Feng existed.

Yu Feng watched him disappear toward the cabin.

She clutched her forehead.

"This is not a mission… this is a madhouse…"

She checked her clothes—still intact.

Sighed in relief.

"At least the beast hasn't ravaged me."

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Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai was already standing before Hu Mei'er, who—up close—looked even more like a snow fox in human skin. Round cheeks, red from embarrassment or the cold wind. Cute, yes.

But also dangerous.

Because these sisters were not ordinary cultivators.

Su Xiaobai had found out months ago: they weren't even fully human.

They were half-blooded snow foxes from a merchant clan of the Black Tortoise Empire, gifted to the sect as goodwill tokens. Sword Fairy was supposed to serve them to him roasted, but then generously allowed him to "select from the market."

And by 'select,' she meant every woman with a heartbeat.

Su Xiaobai leaned casually. "You look nervous."

"N-No, just… my sister's having some trouble inside the cabin…"

Hu Mei'er pointed behind her, toward the luxurious main cabin, which had defensive formations strong enough to repel an immortal chicken during tribulation.

From within: muffled shouting.

"How the hell do you steer this thing!?" came Hu Jiao'er's voice, rich with frustration and elegance.

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow.

"Why can't she ask herself?"

"She's… um… too proud."

"Got it. Fox arrogance. So she sent you."

"I… volunteered…"

Su Xiaobai squinted. "Suspicious."

Then, like a true bastard protagonist—he flickered.

[Void Step]

Vanished in a streak of golden-blue, and reappeared behind Hu Mei'er before she could blink.

"Huh?" she blinked.

Until—

PUSH!

"Wha—Kyaaaa!"

BANG!

Hu Mei'er was shoved straight through the door like a delivery parcel. The moment she crossed the threshold—

BOOM!

A massive golden hammer enchanted with muscle-numbing Qi dropped from the ceiling like a punishment from the heavens and slammed directly into her soft abdomen.

"AGH—!"

She screamed—legs giving out as she folded, clutching her belly, tears forming instantly at the corners of her wide, betrayed eyes.

"M-Mei'er! Why did you enter first!?" Hu Jiao'er cried in panic.

But the real demon had already made his move.

Su Xiaobai, with the poise of a Daoist war criminal, slipped something from his sleeve—a glowing pink vial of mist.

"Sorry ladies, but this ship needs to run on double-cultivation fuel today."

CRASH!

He tossed it into the cabin.

The vial shattered.

The pink liquid instantly vaporized, filling the air with sweet, exotic fragrance.

[Fragrant Mist of the Twin Petal Furnace] – A 'mild' aphrodisiac fog cultivated from the blooming petals of the Nine-Spring Orchid!

Designed to soften Qi resistance…

And other things.

"SU XIAOBAI!!!"

Hu Jiao'er's voice was fire and fury as she spun, banging on the inside of the cabin like a trapped immortal lioness.

"Open this door right now!! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!"

But Su Xiaobai?

He simply smiled, locking the formation plate with a graceful twist of his fingers.

[Seal of the Thousand Pillar Lotus] – Cabin Isolation Mode Activated.

"Ladies, please cultivate calmly. I believe in you."

The cabin shook as Hu Jiao'er slammed her palm again and again, but it was no use.

The Captain's Cabin on a top-grade spirit vessel was a mobile fortress. Reinforced by formations so strong that even a Tribulation Realm cultivator couldn't break in—or out.