The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

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

"Cough… Sister…" Hu Mei'er mumbled inside, her voice hazy.

She was already slumped in the corner, the pink mist curling around her like silken vines.

"My… my head… it's spinning…"

"This smell—what… is…?"

Hu Jiao'er's nose twitched. Her eyes widened.

"No! It's a fragrance mist! This—this—YOU USED A FILTHY TRAP!?"

"SU XIAOBAI!! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!"

Outside, Su Xiaobai stood there like a lone swordsman…A tragic silhouette gazing out into the rising mist. If someone were watching from afar, they'd think he was a peerless cultivator contemplating the Dao under starlight.

But in truth?

He was just admiring his own shamelessness.

"And people say I'm not resourceful," he muttered with pride.

Then, louder—dramatically:

"This is punishment for setting a trap! You thought I'd walk into a hammer? Please!"

"Don't worry, the mist will wear off in… six hours. Maybe seven. Depends how strong your hearts are."

"...And your kidneys."

From the deck, Yu Feng stared blankly. She looked at him, then at the glowing door behind him, then back at him.

Her face said one thing: I'm not sure whether I should report him to the Elders or start taking notes.

She turned slowly to the railing again. "We are… so doomed." Then, she sighed and walked over, each step more awkward than the last.

"Why… did you lock two elders in a cabin filled with aphrodisiac mist?"

Su Xiaobai clicked his tongue. "Tch, they were planning to knock me out with a hammer and throw me into the brig for the whole journey."

"W-What?" Yu Feng blinked.

Right then—

BANG!

"SU XIAOBAI! IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO US I SWEAR I'LL BURN YOU DOWN!!"

That was Hu Jiao'er.

The door behind Su Xiaobai trembled as she kicked it.

Yu Feng frowned... Something was fishy.

But the sudden shift in voices inside the cabin told her everything she needed.

"S-Su Xiaobai! We were wrong! Please open the door!"

Hu Jiao'er's voice changed so fast, it could've gotten whiplash.

Su Xiaobai? Still sipping tea like the villainous bastard he was.

"Too late."

The truth?

Both sides were scheming.

Hu Jiao'er and Hu Mei'er, peak geniuses of Snow Fox lineage, had decided the best defense was to neutralize the threat. Lock Su Xiaobai up, complete the escort mission, dump him and Yu Feng in the corrupted wildlands, and leave without so much as a single violated thigh.

Simple. Elegant. Clean.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai was pondering how to stuff both sisters into his bedroll without getting his head removed.

He hadn't planned to use the nine-spring orchid mist—Zhu Qing gave it to him in jest.

But after sensing the trap…

He decided to return the favor.

"It was self-defense," he said to no one in particular.

Yu Feng stared at him with narrowed eyes. "...How did you know it was a trap?"

Su Xiaobai glanced at her like she was the slow student in a lecture. "They were kind."

Yu Feng blinked. "…What?"

"Too kind."

He pointed toward the sealed door. "Normally Hu Mei'er is too shy to talk to me. She always hides behind her sister. But this time, she walked right up to me, asking for help?"

"Suspicious."

"So I pushed her first. And look—hammer."

He folded his arms. "I used to be the villain. Now everyone wants to be one."

Inside the cabin...

Hu Mei'er was coughing softly, back pressed against the wall, cheeks flushed, mist spiraling around her like a romantic painting gone terribly wrong.

Hu Jiao'er was banging on the door, red-faced and spiritually humiliated.

"SU XIAOBAI!! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

"I TOLD YOU HE WAS A BASTARD!"

"WHY DID YOU TRUST HIM?!"

"HE WAS SMILING!"

"EVIL MEN ALWAYS SMILE!"

She turned to her sister, who was visibly dizzy and hugging her own thighs.

"Don't sniff it—stop sniffing the mist!"

"I-I can't help it… it smells like peaches…"

"IT'S A LIE! PEACHES ARE EVIL!"

Outside, Su Xiaobai looked genuinely wounded. "Tsk. So ungrateful."

He tapped the seal with his finger. "You know, I was going to bring peaches."

From within came muffled sobs and cursing.

Yu Feng stood beside him, utterly speechless, contemplating whether she should report him to the Sect Master…

Or just sit down and watch how this tragedy.

"This ship is going to crash."

"This mission is going to fail."

"We're all going to die."

Su Xiaobai smiled. "Probably."

"..." Yu Feng stood still for a heartbeat.Then she exhaled softly. A tired, world-weary sigh that said: I have no idea why I'm still here.

"I'm leaving," she huffed, turning on her heel.

"Leaving?" Su Xiaobai raised a brow.

She was already walking toward the edge of the spirit ship, sleeves fluttering behind her like a sorrowful crane preparing to take flight.

He took one step forward.

CLANG!

A sudden whistle split the air.

A streak of black mist whistled through the wind like a cursed viper—its tail wreathed in shrieking soul fragments.

Whoosh! Su Xiaobai's body moved on instinct.

His sword flashed once, cutting a perfect arc through the air, deflecting the dark arrow mid-flight.

It struck the golden hull behind them—hissing, melting part of the spirit ship's railing like it was made of cheap tofu.

Yu Feng didn't flinch.

"Your mission has nothing to do with me," she said calmly, eyes still on the horizon. "Tell everyone... I died during the journey."

Her voice was eerily detached—like she was reading the last line of her own obituary.

She had made her decision.

The sect.

The journey.

Su Xiaobai.

All of it—discarded like a broken transmission jade.

But Su Xiaobai just chuckled. "Hah… knew it."

His smile shifted, slow, knowing, the kind of smile sect leaders feared and righteous maidens found themselves inexplicably drawn to.

He reached into his sleeve. "Well, if you're not interested…I guess I'll go look for the Dark Tab myself."

Yu Feng stopped mid-step.

Rustle~!

The cold wind blew softly... Somewhere far below, a hawk screeched. She turned, eyes wide, voice trembling with a single word, "...Dark Tab?"

Su Xiaobai gave her a look that said: Gotcha.

"Oh yes. That thing you've been looking for like a lovesick widow chasing her ex-husband's inheritance?" He crossed his arms. "The map's with me. The Wildlands are opening. Death Qi's ripe... And word has it the last time it surfaced, it was with remnants of the Yunmu clan…"

Yu Feng glared at him.

Stared into his shameless, smug, "I know you can't resist" face.

Then she slowly walked away from the ship's edge.

Back toward the deck.

Each step screamed: I hate you.

But each breath whispered: …I want that tab.

She passed him without saying a word and made her way to the top of the deck, long dark hair trailing like a sorrowful comet, every inch of her body filled with reluctant purpose.

"Not leaving anymore?" Su Xiaobai called after her, his tone drenched in sweet sarcasm. "Want me to fluff your pillow too, since you're staying?"

Yu Feng gritted her teeth.

She didn't look back.

"I'm just staying until the next landmass."

Just long enough to steal everything you're after and ruin your life.

Su Xiaobai smiled like a man watching a fox walk into his trap while thinking it was hers.

She took her place near the helm of the ship, eyes scanning the horizon. The Misty Vale Basin was still distant, blanketed in eternal rain and drifting silver fog.

Her expression was calm.

"Let him lead me to it, then I'll call in the Church... The Dark Tab belongs to Father…"

She didn't speak again.

But behind her calm eyes, the war had already begun. As long as she's walking toward the treasure and not away from it, all's fair in Dao and war.