The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 187: Saintess of Jade Nation!

While Su Xiaobai was celebrating like a filthy rich landlord inside the sect, outside, the skies were set ablaze with pursuit.

Rays of light slashed through time and space, as powerful masters ripped through the heavens in search of a single woman—

Yue Xiuying.

The mysterious Celestial Peak Lord, now the most wanted woman in Immortal Rain Valley, the one who stole the Light Spiritual Tablet.

Across the shattered peaks, the endless rivers, the mist-drenched valleys, teams of hunters gathered—all eager to seize her, strip her of her prize, and bask in the glory of bringing her down.

"Find her!"

"She couldn't have gotten far!"

"Whoever captures her will earn the gratitude of the Tianlong Dynasty!"

Yet—

Little did they know, their chase was already meaningless.

Because Yue Xiuying had long left this world.

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Jade Nation, a sanctuary of light...

In a land far beyond the reach of Immortal Rain Valley, where the sky shimmered with a golden glow and mountain-sized trees towered toward the heavens, space shuddered.

SHRIP!

A thin cut appeared in the void, and through it, a silhouette staggered forward.

Exhausted. Weary. Yet victorious.

Before she could fall, a hand caught her.

Behind her, another woman, dressed in similar white robes, supported her gently.

"Master… We made it."

One by one, more figures emerged—sixteen women, all clad in crimson robes, all bearing wounds from their escape.

And alongside them—

Yue Xi.

The "apostle" chosen by the Jade Nation, the woman Yue Xiuying had personally raised, her very existence a symbol of their people's struggle.

Her reputation had been a vital part of the plan—after all, the #1 disciple of the inner court was granted a single privilege.

Access to the sect treasury.

And while the sect obsessed over tournaments and pride, Yue Xi had been carefully mapping out every artifact, every hidden mechanism, every security flaw.

Because of her, this day was possible.

Because of her, Yue Xiuying had succeeded.

And now—

As Yue Xiuying stood amidst her loyal disciples, a faint, divine glow surrounded her.

SHING!

The Light Spiritual Tablet embedded in her forehead flared to life, releasing a brilliant radiance that enveloped them all.

The light flowed through their bodies, sinking into their wounds, their exhaustion, their very bones.

Muscles that had been torn became whole.

Drowsy, fatigued minds snapped awake.

And within seconds—they stood refreshed, as if reborn.

Because they were light cultivators.

And with the Light Spiritual Tablet, the very origin of their techniques—

It was as if heaven itself had carved out a blessing meant solely for them.

The women, once weary and wounded, now stood tall. Their crimson robes fluttered gently, no longer stained with the dirt of battle, but glowing with newfound strength.

Yue Xiuying watched them, her cold, calculating eyes softened just a fraction.

She had gambled everything on this plan.

And it had worked.

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She exhaled slowly, before lifting her gaze toward them all.

"We did it."

Her voice was calm, yet it carried like the whisper of a storm before it devours the land.

"The Xiantian Sect thought themselves untouchable. They thought they could hoard what was never theirs. They thought they could use the Light Spirit as a mere artifact, ignorant of its true origin."

Her lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.

"And yet, here we are. With it in our hands."

She raised a delicate hand, tapping a finger against the shining tablet embedded in her forehead, letting its divine glow shimmer against their faces.

"Every effort you put forth, every wound you suffered—it was not in vain."

Her eyes scanned the gathered women, lingering particularly on Yue Xi.

Then—

"Yue Xi."

The young woman stiffened, eyes widening as her master's gaze locked onto her.

Yue Xiuying took a slow step forward, standing before her, then lifted a single hand.

A ray of light descended from the sky, swirling around Yue Xi like a holy baptism.

"From this day forward," Yue Xiuying's voice rang clear, "You are no longer merely my apostle. You are now the Saintess of Jade Nation."

A tremor ran through the sixteen gathered women, their expressions flashing between shock and elation.

Yue Xi, trembling, lowered her head immediately, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Master, I am unworthy…"

"You are." Yue Xiuying's voice was final. Absolute. "You played your role to perfection. The success of this mission would not have been possible without you. And now, it is time for you to bear a greater responsibility."

Her cold fingers tilted Yue Xi's chin upward, forcing her to meet her gaze.

"Do not shrink from what is already yours."

Yue Xi took a shaky breath, then lowered her head once more—this time, in acceptance.

"I will not fail."

Yue Xiuying gave a small, approving nod, before turning her gaze back to the rest.

Her hand lifted again, and several beams of golden light shot forth, each one landing upon one of the sixteen women.

"Each of you will be rewarded for your loyalty and sacrifice."

The light condensed, solidifying into artifacts, rare pills, and treasures of immense value—far greater than what any sect could offer.

Gasps filled the air as the women clutched their prizes, eyes gleaming with reverence.

"This is only the beginning."

Yue Xiuying's voice grew colder, sharper, more commanding.

She lifted her hand one last time, clenching it into a fist.

"The Jade Nation has waited in the shadows long enough."

"We will no longer scrape by, relying on the mercy of Wuxia Province."

"The strength we once had—the power that was stolen from us—it is time we take it back."

Her voice rang across the massive forest, trembling the space itself.

"It is time for Jade Nation to return to glory."

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A month had passed.

When Yue Xiuying and her followers finally returned to their homeland, they had expected a hero's welcome—parades, praises, banners waving in the wind.

Instead, they returned to a nation on its last breath.

The situation was far more dire than they had imagined.

The Wuxia Province had tightened its grip over the region, now controlled by a new emperor, throwing the entire structure into chaos.

For over a year, no reinforcements had come from the province.

The once-strong walls of Jade Nation had cracked, its warriors diminished, its lands ravaged by Hunters.

Thousands had died.

And if Yue Xiuying had been even a month late, there might not have been a Jade Nation left to return to.

The moment she stepped foot inside her homeland, she wasted no time.

She butchered every Hunter she found within the borders, cleansing the land in blood.

She reinforced the nation's defenses, raising the walls higher, stronger, layered with arrays that would burn invaders to ashes.

Her return was not just the return of a warrior—it was the return of order.

And with her return—a new star began to rise.

Yue Xi, the newly appointed Saintess of Jade Nation, soared in power.

Within weeks, she broke through to the Spirit Severing Realm, her strength outpacing expectations, her reputation spreading like wildfire.

She led the nation's forces, strengthening alliances, stabilizing resources, and in return—she gained unwavering loyalty from the people.

For the first time in years, Jade Nation wasn't on its knees.

It was standing tall.

But peace never lasted for long.

One morning, under the glare of the blazing twin suns, a sudden edict arrived.

The Emperor of the Sun Dynasty, the new ruler of Wuxia Province, was coming.

Without warning. Without invitation.

The nation's leaders, the disciples, the greatest warriors, all gathered at the tallest building in the city—waiting, preparing for what this unexpected visit meant.

Far above, an imperial vessel hovered in the sky, its golden sails gleaming, banners fluttering with the emblem of the Sun Dynasty.

Descending from the heavens, two figures stepped forth.

One, a man clad in royal black and gold robes, his long midnight hair flowing behind him, his presence alone making the very air tremble.

Sun Liang.

The Emperor of Wuxia Province.