The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Shua! Shua!

From the distance, Bai Yujian finally caught sight of Su Xiaobai, her heart skipping a beat. What the hell is he doing here?! Her figure blurred as she shot through the air like a white streak, but she was too late.

And then—

SLASH! SLASH!

Two monstrous arcs of sword light—one veering left, the other right—ripped through the battlefield, forming an X-shaped calamity that cleaved through space itself. Bai Yujian's body froze mid-air, her instincts screaming at her to not move, to not even breathe, as the two slashes rushed past her eyes.

It wasn't just her.

Liu Chenfu, his hand barely a centimeter from Su Xiaobai's throat, found himself unable to move. His pupils shrank, his lips trembled, trying to form words that never came.

"H-How…"

But before his mind could fully register what happened, his entire body split from the middle.

Thud! Thud!

His two halves hit the ground, a waterfall of blood gushing from the clean cut, his lifeless eyes still frozen in disbelief.

Huo Rong wasn't any better. His face twisted in pure horror, his eyes bloodshot, as if trying to deny reality itself. What the hell kind of sword technique was this?! He had fought hundreds of battles, seen legendary slashes that could part seas and split mountains, but never—never—had he seen death arrive this suddenly, this absurdly, this unfairly!

Puchi!

The last thing he saw was his own body splitting apart, a vertical fountain of blood bursting from the clean wound, his insides spilling out like a broken dam.

But the horror didn't end there.

The sword light didn't just stop after cutting through them. It kept going, streaking across the night sky like the blade of an executioner wiping out sins in a single stroke.

CRASH! CRASH!

The distant mountains behind them were severed instantly, entire peaks collapsing like stacks of tofu, their ridges melting apart like butter under a divine blade.

The deep valleys that had stood for thousands of years were ripped open, their earth splitting apart, revealing unseen layers of stone that had never touched light before.

Bai Yujian's gaze frosted, watching as the land itself stood witness to the insanity of the moment.

And at the center of it all—

Su Xiaobai.

"Huh?"

His eyes fluttered open. His fingers tensed, his body bracing for pain that never arrived.

Instead—blood splattered across his face.

For a brief moment, his mind thought, Oh, so this is how I die.

But then—he saw the two fallen, twitching, lifeless bodies at his feet.

And his gaze lowered—to the sword in his grip.

His fingers tightened around the hilt, his mind a complete blank.

"…I did that?"

Clang.

His sword trembled violently before collapsing entirely, the sword will that had been holding it together fading like a weak candle flame, the broken blade scattering across the ground in useless fragments.

"???"

His brain short-circuited.

Did he—actually—just cut two Peak Tribulation Masters in half?

With no Qi?

With a broken sword?

With nothing left in him but spite and bad luck?!

The sword will extinguished with a puff, leaving behind total silence.

Su Xiaobai, who had stood under the crushing pressure of two Peak Tribulation monsters, who had forced himself to fight despite having no way out, finally collapsed to his knees.

His entire body trembled, not from pain, not from fear, but from pure, absolute speechlessness.

A bitter laugh crawled onto his lips.

"I have no fucking clue what just happened…"

His blood-stained fingers twitching.

His mind was scrambling for answers, but one thing was absolutely clear.

"I guess I have to farm chickens."

Yup.

It's a must.

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Rustle~

"How did you do that?"

The moment Bai Yujian landed, her feet hovering just above the ground, she stared at Su Xiaobai with an expression of pure, undiluted disbelief.

Su Xiaobai, still riding the high of not dying, threw his head back with a loud, relieved laugh—

Only to pause mid-chuckle, staring at Bai Yujian like she just asked him to explain quantum physics.

"Haha!—huh?" He blinked. "Do what?"

The second the words left his mouth, he wanted to smash his own head into the ground.

Of course, she meant the impossible, heaven-defying slash that diced two Peak Tribulation bastards like freshly butchered pork!

Before he could spout some bullshit, Bai Yujian's voice came through like a blade.

"My sword will." Her eyes narrowed. "How did you control it?"

Su Xiaobai's smirk froze.

His gaze snapped to her, as if she had suddenly grown lotus petals out of her forehead.

What sword will? What divine inheritance? What celestial enlightenment?

He was barely holding his shit together!

Shouldn't there be some praise first, then interrogation?!

And just as he was about to bullshit his way through—

Boom!

Another figure descended.

Zhao Tianxuan, the Sect Master himself, landed beside Bai Yujian, his gaze filled with the same complex emotions.

And then Su Xiaobai felt it.

Something wrong.

They weren't looking at his face.

They weren't looking at his wounds.

They were looking down.

Lower.

Suspiciously lower.

Su Xiaobai's face darkened immediately.

'Oi, oi, oi! What the hell are you two staring at?! My Ping Pong? My bloodline?!'

Their gazes didn't shift.

His heart sank.

Finally, he followed their line of sight—

And saw the broken sword lying in front of him.

"Oh…"

Just one word.

A painful, dawning realization.

No shit, for a brief second, Su Xiaobai thought he had gained protagonist-tier plot armor, awakened some mystical inheritance, and ascended to the ranks of legendary sword gods overnight.

But nope.

Turns out, when he swung the sword, he had somehow accidentally triggered Bai Yujian's lingering sword will, which fused with his own broken sword, resulting in that divine execution of two Peak Lords in one slash.
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As for how he did that?

Don't ask him. He's too fucking tired.

If he knew he could pull off shit like that, would he have been sweating his balls off moments ago?!

Before another word could be said—

Su Xiaobai's vision blurred.

And in front of their eyes—

He collapsed.

"…"

Bai Yujian stared, her expression blank as a sheet of paper.

Zhao Tianxuan sighed, rubbing his temples.

Today…

Today was going down in history.

They would later call it—

The Birth of the Sage Emperor.

The tournament where a single man led an army against a beast tide—(exaggerated beyond reason by god-knows-who).

Where he then single-handedly slayed two Peak Lords, purging heretics from the sect—(completely dramatized).

Where he exposed traitors, purged corruption, and changed the sect's fate forever—(pure fiction, but people love a good tale).

And what was Su Xiaobai doing at that moment?

Lying unconscious, completely unaware of the bullshit happening in his name.

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Meanwhile, Back at the Sect…

While disciples cheered, elders scrambled to reorganize, and the remaining traitors got their heads lopped off in the biggest sect-wide execution in history—

A series of announcements were made.

First: Hu Jiao'er and Hu Mei'er were promoted to Elders.

Second: Su Xiaobai was declared the next Sect Master successor.

Without his fucking consent.

If he was awake, he would have flipped every table in the sect—but too bad, he was still snoring.

Overnight, he became a hero.

Some even believed that everything was part of a grand sect-cleansing plan, with Su Xiaobai as the main orchestrator.

After all, the next day, more than a dozen elders were executed publicly for colluding with the Celestial Peak Lord.

And then—

The third announcement.

Peak Lord Zhu Qing—getting married.

That night, many hearts shattered.

But The Most Shattered Heart of All?

Su Xiaobai's.

Two days later, he woke up feeling refreshed, only for Lulu—his lovely maid—to deliver the most soul-crushing news of his life.

And when she got to the part about him getting married—

"Who… decided that?"

Lulu smiled wryly, her tone half-apologetic, half-gleeful.

"It's to protect both of your reputations. Now, even if someone wants to talk, they can't, right?"

Su Xiaobai massaged his temples.

Of course, it was to clear up the only scandal surrounding him and Zhu Qing. But marrying that violent woman?!

Whatever. He could just stall the dates.

Sure, she was amazing in bed, but as a wife?

Su Xiaobai could only shake his head.

What if one day he pissed her off too much and she chopped off his little brother?!

Nope. Too dangerous.

Just as he was accepting his fate, Lulu suddenly remembered something.

"Ah, right. Peak Lord Bai left these for you. She said they're yours now."

She casually shoved a few objects toward him.

Su Xiaobai lazily took them—two shining golden rings, sending a sliver of his consciousness inside.

A moment later—

His eyes gleamed like a spirit stone jackpot.

The spatial rings were filled to the brim with treasures.

Liu Chenfu and Huo Rong's entire fortune, artifacts, weapons, resources—

All of it…

Now belonged to him.

His lips curled into a slow, wicked grin.

"Lulu, prepare for the wedding! Hahaha!"

"…"

Lulu stared at him, completely speechless.

But how could Su Xiaobai not laugh?

The heavens took his peace of mind—

But at least they paid him in riches.