The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

After Yu Feng stormed off to go sulk in the corner like a rejected concubine with murder issues, Su Xiaobai…

Did what all great cultivators do in times of emotional chaos:

He sat cross-legged to meditate.

The skies above shifted hues—from crisp blue to golden orange, then finally to a stormy dusk-gray, as if nature itself was trying to reflect the mood inside the ship.

But peace?

Peace was a luxury.

Because the groaning hadn't stopped. From the sealed cabin behind him—

"Mmm…"

"Ah—ah… stop… not there…"

"Agh—why does it feel good!?"

The cabin door was constructed with spirit-echo formations—intended to allow voice transmission during hostage crises.

But right now?

It was transmitting uncensored moaning directly into Su Xiaobai's ears at peak clarity.

He twitched, his spiritual sea trembled, and his Dao heart cracked.

"Tch…"

He tilted his head up to the sky, raised a hand—And flipped the heavens the spiritual bird.

"Fuck you, Author."

"What kind of sick bastard writes this kind of nerf!?"

"I've got two top-tier deity-level fox sisters melting like peaches in heat, and I can't even poke them because my foundation isn't stable?!"

"You better reincarnate into your own story and experience blue balls through twelve lifetimes!"

He inhaled deeply, then spat. "Let me breathe, damn it!"

Then his lips curled into a grin. "Of course… I don't expect a 'miracle twist solution' to fall from the sky…"

"…Because I'm already making one."

His eyes gleamed. Because Su Xiaobai? He wasn't some regular horny harem protagonist.

He was horny with a plan.

"The problem," he muttered, "is their primordial yin…"

"If I take it, my unstable soul fusion will spike again—Qi overflow, foundation collapse, tragic end."

"But if I don't take it, I'll be wasting enough Yin energy to power a small sect's entire winter heating array."

He clenched his fists.

This was unacceptable.

So—

"The solution… is storage!"

His eyes lit up like a Daoist alchemist on forbidden stimulants.

"If I can absorb the Yin Essence but not refine it—if I can seal it into something—then I can stockpile it like a pervert's secret stash!"

"Then—when I need it—I can inject it directly into my Dragon Breath."

"Yin-powered death beam. Pew pew."

He leapt to his feet, excitement radiating like heat waves off a fire Qi cultivator's bathwater.

"This… this is genius"

"No—I am genius!"

"I'll create a technique!"

"A concept!"

"A path of Yin Absorption without cultivation—where pleasure isn't a danger, it's a damn investment portfolio!"

He began pacing the deck like a mad cultivator on the verge of discovering the Dao of Thirst Management.

"Let's call it… The Yin Vessel Art."

"No… too ordinary."

"Dragon Flask of Ecstasy? Primordial Vault Sutra?"

"No…"

He narrowed his eyes.

Then snapped his fingers.

"Heavenly Jade Reservoir—A soul-sealed meridian construct that acts like a second Dantian, storing primordial Yin Qi in its purest state."

"No refining. No absorption. Just containment."

"Refillable. Reusable. Environmentally sustainable."

The wind blew.

His clothes fluttered.

The twin moons glimmered above the ship.

And Su Xiaobai stood in the center of the deck…

Looking like a righteous scholar.

But really plotting how to stuff two half-fox deity-tier beauties into an invisible storage jar made of spiritual loopholes.

Other than being aggressively turned on by muffled fox groans and wall-thumping thots from the next room, Su Xiaobai had a bigger concern on hand—

Boredom.

This damn journey was a week long.

He needed something to do before he died from spiritual blue balls and psychological decay.

So naturally, he tried the first thing that came to mind:

"Let's build a second meridian system."

Yup.

Just casually reconstruct his body's divine circulatory architecture like it was a DIY Ikea shelf.

Spoiler alert: It failed.

Miserably.

He coughed up blood.

Twice.

One of the meridians actually looped into itself and exploded.

"Tch. As expected, the heavens are being petty again."

He rolled his eyes.

"No administrator access. No system permissions. These goddamn meridians are password-protected."

But was Su Xiaobai discouraged?

Absolutely not.

If the body refused—

"Then I'll build it in the Spirit Sea!"

He dove in.

Woosh.

Su Xiaobai's consciousness entered his vast inner world like a caffeine-fueled construction cultivator on deadline.

Tools? None.

Plans? Vague.

But the confidence?

Unbreakable!

Inside the Spirit Sea, he drew up blueprints mid-air using his soul essence, and began crafting—

Pipelines.

"We're talkin' massive divine-grade soul-tubes here, boys. Refined Qi-core alloyed drainage channels. Custom Yin Flow regulators."

He even carved labels like "YIN IN" and "YIN OUT."

At some point, the Spirit Sea resembled the internal plumbing of a small immortal city-state.

Then, the core piece: The Great Yin Reservoir.

A giant, glimmering, spiritual water tank in the depths of his [Niwan Palace]—dedicated solely to storing Primordial Yin Essence like it was exotic wine.

Was it inefficient?

Absolutely.

Would it limit his actual spirit sea functions and niwan palace storage?

Yes.

Did he care?

Not even slightly.

"The Great Yin Reservoir," he declared, stepping back to admire his spiritual plumbing like a proud cultivator-dad watching his first spirit-chicken take flight.

"Might as well call it that."

Just as he returned to his body, triumphant—

FLASH!

A blazing streak of spiritual light tore across the sky, so close it nearly sliced the spirit ship's sails in half.

Su Xiaobai's eyes snapped open, and he nearly shit his Dao robes.

"What the hell—!"

The light vanished past the ship.

"Oh good… false alarm…"

Then—

The streak of light made a U-turn.

"Wait. No—FUCK!"

It was coming back.

Fast.

His spiritual sense flared, sensing the terrifying aura behind it.

"That's… Peak Great Ascension Realm aura—???"

Before long, the figure because clearer—

A broad-shouldered man in majestic green robes, short black hair, eyes like a falcon scanning prey from ten thousand li away. Black beard flowing like a heavenly waterfall.

"Xu Tianran?" Su Xiaobai muttered in disbelief. "Why is Peak Lord Xu here!?"

His face twisted in horror. 'Don't tell me he's been chasing this ship since the sect?!'

'What happened?! Did someone snitch?!'

___

BAM!

The moment the sky tore open like the heavens owed someone rent, Su Xiaobai stood still on the deck, watching the incoming streak of light with a face like he'd just seen his ex step into his arranged wedding.

The ship shook...Wind howled. Spiritual pressure slammed down like a divine slap from an angry ancestor.

And there he was.

Xu Tianran.

Peak Lord of the Alchemy Division.

A man who hadn't left his pavilion in years, unless someone stole his cauldron or spiked his tea.

"Su Xiaobai," the man said in a calm, dignified tone, standing with his hands behind his back as if this entire midair chase scene was a casual stroll through the sect's herbal garden. "I heard your sword broke."

Su Xiaobai blinked. "... Yes?"

Xu Tianran stepped forward, casually ignoring Yu Feng, the rattling ship, and the mist leaking from the now very quiet fox cabin behind him.

He raised one hand.

A black case appeared mid-air, spinning slowly, wrapped in ten layers of formation seals.

"Take it," he said.

Su Xiaobai instinctively caught it.

The moment his fingers touched the case, it shivered. As if sensing its new master.

The seals opened on their own, like a virgin parting her legs.

The case opened—poof!

And what lay within was no ordinary sword.

It wasn't forged of just metal. No.

Liquid?

Because there was no blade, no hilt—just a puddle of dark, metallic, gooey liquid. Like molten shards of shed metal, sand-like in texture. Su Xiaobai extended his hand toward it, suspicion in his eyes.

The thing moved.

Like it owed him money.

Whoosh!

It shifted... Literally.

It shimmered—its form dark and liquid-like, adapting to Su Xiaobai's very thoughts. One second, it was a sleek longsword, sharp enough to slice through heartbreak. The next? A brutal saber. Then a whipblade. Then—

A folding fan. A freaking folding fan.

It was so damn cool.

"It… adapts?" Su Xiaobai muttered grimly, eyes glowing.

Xu Tianran nodded. "It is a Quasi-Immortal Weapon... It reflects your intent. The weapon grows with you. Thought-forged. Formless. Limitless. It has no name. Give it one—if you can tame it."

Su Xiaobai nearly shed a tear.

This is… this is a protagonist's tier weapon!!

Finally! I'm not a poverty cultivator anymore!

But then—

A terrible thought struck him.

'Wait…'

'Why is this old alchemist bastard giving me this???'

'He's never looked me in the eye.'

'He only calls me 'you' or 'brat.''

'Why would a man of his standing fly across the continent just to hand me a treasure!?'

His eyes widened in horror.

A flashback from his previous life assaulted him—

A rainbow-colored flag waving on a certain beach festival.