The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Su Xiaobai chuckled darkly. 'Of course I'm not going outside.'

He sat back, watching her as she began undoing her armor, piece by piece.

First the pauldrons.

Then the arm guards.

Then the thigh plates—each one clinking softly as it hit the ground.

Underneath?

A simple silken top, thin enough to cling slightly from the rain.

And around her waist?

A light-green wrap, spiritual silk layered several times but still light enough to flow with movement.

Her hair—damp from the acidic rain—stuck to her pale cheeks, making her already fair features look like something out of an immortal's forbidden daydream.

Su Xiaobai didn't say anything.

But in his mind?

'Great bossom, good hips, definitely breedable. Would birth strong half-elf children. Flexible shoulders too—always a good sign.'

He turned off the lantern with a flick of spiritual energy.

The tent went dark.

They lay down.

She took one side.

He took the other.

Only the sound of breathing remained.

Soft, heavy, in sync.

Outside, the acid rain continued to fall, sizzling softly against the enchanted fabric.

The flap was sealed tight, no light, no danger.

Just silence.

Breathing.

And the faint scent of earth and rain.

"..."

"..."

Only after slipping into Su Xiaobai's tent, warm, dry, and reeking of male calmness—did Nalan Yufei realize something horrible.

She had made a fucking mistake.

A fatal miscalculation wrapped in elf-logic and social naivety.

Mankind—kind or cruel—was evil when it came to helpless women sleeping beside them.

Especially one like Su Xiaobai.

He didn't breathe like a fool.

He didn't stare like a pervert.

He just existed beside her—quiet, composed, and deeply unsettling.

"Mm…"

She clenched her lips tightly, curling on her side like a guilt-ridden forest bunny.

'My mother was right.'

The Elven Queen had told her for years—

[You're too soft, too curious, too trusting of humans.]

And now, lying inches away from the walking definition of "bad decision in a robe", she understood.

That cruel, bitter realization every child has when they grow up and realize—

The parents were right all along.

Behind her, Su Xiaobai shifted.

He didn't say anything. Didn't move quickly. Just… leaned in, stared at her back.

His gaze traced the line of her hair in the dark. Strands stuck softly to her neck, damp from the rain earlier.

Her scent hit him next.

Not perfume.

Not pills.

But something natural—

Moonflower blossoms, crushed greenleaf, a hint of morning dew soaked in sunlight. His nostrils flared once.

'What the hell? Did ascending realms always boost your senses like this?'

He could now distinguish the fragrance of a woman's skin down to the memory it triggered.

And hers?

Felt like home in a place he didn't trust.

Then—his hand moved.

Idly at first.

Then not so idly.

It slithered slowly across the mat—like a devil's fang poking from silk.

"!?"

Nalan Yufei froze.

Her breath caught in her throat, a single inhale stuck like she'd swallowed a forbidden pill.

"Su… Su… Xiaobai…"

Her voice was faint.

Weak.

Too soft for someone who could shoot arrows through beast skulls.

Because at that moment—

He was behind her.

Close... Too close.

His arm slipped around her waist—not groping, not grabbing, just being there—as if he'd always belonged there.

'Why… can't I move?'

She wanted to twist away.

Wanted to turn.

Wanted to slap or scream.

But she didn't.

Because her cultivation heart knew something her conscious mind refused to accept—

She was being suppressed.

Not by brute force.

Not by Qi.

But by presence.

Su Xiaobai's 'astral sword aura', invisible to her, brushed gently against her skin.

Not attacking, just hovering.

Testing.

Like a blade resting on her shoulder—not cutting.

But promising it could.

And that was the worst part.

She wasn't being violated.

She was being overwhelmed.

A primal thrill mixed with fear.

Her instincts told her:

This is not a rabbit... This is a demon wolf, wearing sheep's clothing, and smiling softly.

All this time, she thought Su Xiaobai was just another quirky cultivator with attitude issues.

Turns out?

He'd been hiding teeth.

And now that she'd wandered into his space willingly—

He wasn't even trying to bite.

Just letting her realize—

He could.

"Little Elf."

His voice was low, brushing her ear like a passing gust of mischief. "...What do you think about Lan Tian?"

"Doesn't it seem strange... how close he is with Shi Yan?"

His tone was lazy, like idle gossip.

But his hand?

Was very focused—slowly trailing across her waist, casually violating at least six etiquette laws by softly caressing the skin just under her light clothes.

He didn't expect a response.

She was supposed to squeak. Push him off. Punch him, maybe.

But instead—

"Lan Tian?"

She actually replied.

Like a scholar answering a pop quiz while pretending his hand wasn't inside her shirt, drawing soft circles against her abdomen like he was testing the resistance of forbidden fruit.

Oh?

Su Xiaobai blinked once.

The elf had more mental discipline than he gave her credit for.

Nalan Yufei exhaled through her nose.

"He's… complicated," she muttered. "You know, the Yunmu Clan isn't a dark race."

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow. Not dark?

"They're a cursed race," she added. "Different."

Her voice was calm, a little distant—as if repeating something she'd memorized rather than experienced.

"As per our records in Cloudwood Forest, the Yunmu were once children of light—not as worshipers, but in the sense of… 'Truth.'"

"Truth?" Su Xiaobai repeated. "Like… Dao?"

"I don't know. Not even the Elders know exactly what that means."

She shrugged faintly.

"How does a race just appear out of nowhere? Unless... someone made them."

Su Xiaobai's fingers paused, mid-rub.

His curiosity now outweighed his lust.

Which was rare.

She continued.

"The first elven contact with the Yunmu Clan was around 450,000 years ago. That's when we started recording them."

"Before that," she said, eyes distant, "the whole southern ridge was part of the Northern Continent, under the dominion of the Northern Emperor."

Su Xiaobai's eyes snapped open.

This was the first time he had ever heard that name mentioned casually. Even Bai Yujian had never spoken of him.

'Northern Emperor Tian Yu… finally shows up in someone's mouth.'

He leaned in, voice soft. "You know more?"

Nalan Yufei shook her head, still composed. "Not me. But my mother might. She always said... there are stories the trees remember, even if we forget."

Su Xiaobai smiled faintly. 'Of course. The Elven Matriach. Bet she bathes in spiritual dew and hoards history like dragons hoard gold.'

He was starting to see the web.

She went on, oblivious to the fingers on her belly being the reason he was listening so intently.

"The Light God's teachings spread into the Immortal Rain Valley around 800,000 years ago."

"What's that got to do with the Yunmu?" he asked.

"They didn't come from nowhere. They came from a place called…" She hesitated.

"The Light City."

Su Xiaobai's entire brain rebooted.

...Excuse me?

"The very same forbidden region we're approaching?" he muttered.

"Yes..." She nodded. "That's what the ancient texts call it. Not dark. Not cursed. But the Resting Place of the Light God."

She glanced at him, lips curling slightly.

"Funny how everything you've been told is the opposite of what actually happened, huh?"

Su Xiaobai stared at the flap of the tent, lost in thought.

Yunmu weren't from darkness.

They were forged from light. Cursed by something. Twisted.

And they lived in the city of light that now breathes corruption?

And then the kicker:

The Northern Emperor—Tian Yu—was listed as the friend of the Light God?

This changed everything.

The timeline. The roles. The idea of "good and evil."

It seemed Lan Tian wasn't lying when he blew a fuse over Dong Lei telling him to embrace his "Dark Qi."

Of course he wasn't lying. Bro had veins popping out like demonic vines and his pupils were doing that edgy golden glow thing. That wasn't acting—that was repressed trauma hitting puberty.

Meanwhile, back in the tent filled with dangerous tension and even more dangerous imagination—

"Feifei," he said, voice low like a beast whispering sweet nothings before ripping off your clothes. "Are you the Elven Queen?"

"Huh?" Nalan Yufei blinked.