The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 196: This Master-Disciple Relationship Is Getting Out of Hand!

"You are no longer my disciple."

Su Xiaobai’s feet suddenly felt cold. For some reason, an uneasy chill crept up his spine. But he quickly recovered, his usual smirk returning.

"Oh. Anything else? Like… you’re no longer the man I’m seeing, and you’ll look for a better replacement?"

Bai Yujian arched a brow, her lips curving slightly in amusement. "Why are you acting sour about it? Even if I was seeing a man, what can you do about it?"

Su Xiaobai clicked his tongue. "Who’s sour? I just like to be informed if I’ve been replaced."

Bai Yujian shook her head, deciding to ignore his nonsense. Her voice returned to its usual calm, measured tone.

"In a week, I will be leaving for Baihua Plains. After that, you can either stay in Sword Peak or move to Mystic Peak. It’s your choice.

Formally, you will be transferred under Qingqing.

As for sect resources, they are yours to use—you don’t need to ask anyone. Just… be mindful of it."

"???"

Su Xiaobai stared at her in pure question mark.

What the hell?

She was sitting calmly, knees pulled up, while he was standing—yet for some reason, the distance between them felt like it had suddenly expanded.

Like she had subtly drawn a boundary between them.

But…

Who cares?

Su Xiaobai was not the kind of man to sulk just because a woman distanced herself from him.

Instead, he casually sat down next to her—

Ensuring their bodies were barely a centimeter apart.

The moment he did, her fragrance drifted into his nose.

Fresh. Cool.

Pleasing.

The distance suddenly felt much better.

"You.." Bai Yujian’s lips twitched slightly, but she adjusted her words before they fully left her mouth. "... Verdant Peak Lord has sent some gifts for you…"

"Don’t want."

Su Xiaobai denied it instantly, not even sparing it a second thought.

That fat old man never had good motives.

Bai Yujian raised an eyebrow. Most men would kill for a favor from a Peak Lord. But this man? He rejected it so ruthlessly it was almost offensive.

Then again…

She expected nothing less from him.

"Okay, then I will ask them to return—"

"Wait."

Su Xiaobai’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Then… is it a person?"

Bai Yujian’s crystal-clear gaze met his, her face calm. "It’s the quintuplets he showed you—" And suddenly, she smiled. A smile that instantly set off alarm bells in Su Xiaobai’s head.

Something was off.

Bai Yujian’s tone became silkier, more playful.

"They are waiting downstairs."

"…"

"He decided to give them to you as gifts. But since you refuse, I will go ahead and convey your rejection—"

Swoosh!

"You…! What are you doing?!"

Her fair cheeks flushed abruptly, her amused smirk vanishing into sheer panic.

Like a gust of wind, Su Xiaobai moved—

Too fast.

Before she could react, he had already pushed her down, his body pressing into hers, their chests nearly flush against each other.

Through the thin layers of their robes, he could feel the softness of her breasts, the faint warmth of her skin against his.

Her face turned rosy.

His grip tightened.

Their faces were dangerously close.

This bastard…!

Does he not fear death?!

Bai Yujian’s heart skipped a beat.

Her lips parted slightly, not in fear—but in surprise, in something else she didn’t want to name.

Su Xiaobai’s smile widened. "Peak Lord, you took me by surprise once, and I let it slide."

His voice dropped slightly, his breath fanning against her fair cheeks. "But twice? If you are so intent on bullying your disciple today, shouldn’t I return the favor?"

Bai Yujian’s gaze flickered.

A small huff left her lips as she tried to mask her amusement with suspicion.

"What do you mean?"

Her tone was too smooth.

Too innocent.

This woman…!

She was playing dumb.

Pretending like she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.

Su Xiaobai chuckled, his chest pressing just a little more firmly into hers. Her body tensed slightly, but she didn’t move away.

Bai Yujian sighed dramatically, tilting her head slightly. "I just rearranged some words. Is that deceit?" She batted her eyelashes, as if truly pondering the question.

Then—Su Xiaobai’s lips curled slightly in a sneer.

"Hmph. If you consider that to be just rearranging words, then by that logic... killing people should only be considered chopping vegetables?"

Su Xiaobai laughed softly, his grip tightening slightly, feeling Bai Yujian’s fingers clench beneath his palms.

Her deep, crystal eyes narrowed.

"Su Xiaobai, don’t anger me."

She tilted her head to the side, her voice carrying an unmistakable warning. But instead of backing down, Su Xiaobai’s grin widened.

"Oh? Or what? You’ll use your strength to punish me?"

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His voice dripped with mockery.

"The strong bullying the weak? I expected nothing less from you, Peak Lord."

And with that—

He grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them beside her head.

Her skin was unbelievably soft, so delicate that it almost didn’t feel like she had bones beneath it. Su Xiaobai’s fingers curled around them, testing their shape.

Damn.

Seems like women in this world age like fine wine—The older they get, the more refined, the more devastatingly beautiful they become.

Bai Yujian’s eyes darkened slightly.

Indeed, she had planned to use some strength—But now that he had called her out on it, her dao heart was momentarily shaken.

She could only grit her teeth, suppressing the instinct.

And then—

"Peak Lord, didn’t you say I could choose any woman from Sword Peak?"

Bai Yujian’s heart skipped a beat.

Su Xiaobai’s smirk vanished, his eyes burning with desire.

"Then I, Su Xiaobai, choose you. Do you dare accept?"

The temperature between them plummeted instantly.

His voice was steady, for some reason, even though he never really trained seriously under her, her sudden declaration of cutting him off as a disciple irritated him.

It was a formal title, nothing more.

But it still pissed him off.

And with the adrenaline of taming Huo Lingxue still coursing through his veins, his blood boiled hotter—his impulses sharp and untamed.

Bai Yujian’s body tensed beneath him. Her eyes flickered with shock… and something else.

"Su Xiaobai… You…!"

Even Bai Yujian looked at him in disbelief, her usually icy mask breaking for a split second.

Horror.

Not at him.

At herself.

Su Xiaobai’s instincts screamed at him. If he backed down now, he’d be weak.

So he pressed forward.

"What? Nothing to say?"

"Do you only dare to give your words, but not follow through? What’s wrong with it, Peak Lor—"

"Don’t speak more! I don’t want to hear it!"

Startling Su Xiaobai, Bai Yujian freed her hands and slapped them over his mouth, cutting him off before he could talk his way into her heart.

She already felt her resolve cracking—this bastard was too good at flipping her own words against her. If she let him keep going, he might actually make her fall for his bullshit.

Su Xiaobai raised a brow, his hot breath spilling between her fingers, lips brushing against her palm, wet and teasing.

Tch.

Her ears turned red instantly.

He chuckled against her skin, the vibration tickling her fingers, sending an unwanted shiver up her arm. The bastard knew what he was doing. His lips pressed into her palm, lips dangerously soft, before he finally let go.

The scent of her still covered his hands. Cool, fresh—like the mist at the peak of a mountain, but also sharp, like the kind of cold that made men crave warmth.

Maybe she wasn’t lonely—maybe she just didn’t know how to be held.

Bai Yujian exhaled, her chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate control. If he had pushed any further… she really didn’t know what she would’ve done.

She glanced at her wrists—faint red marks from his grip. It didn’t hurt, but the fact that he was still breathing after doing it? That was the real miracle.

She muttered, "I didn’t know you were such a bandit…"

Su Xiaobai scoffed, waving her words off like an old woman nagging about ruined vegetables. "Oh? And what about you deciding my entire future like you’re picking dishes off a menu? Choosing me as the next Sect Master? Marrying me off to Qingqing? Do I look like a appetizer to you?"

Bai Yujian’s eyes flickered, but her expression remained calm. "If you don’t want it, then don’t do it. I’ll let everyone know tomorrow."

Su Xiaobai stilled. He expected her to fight back, argue, give him some righteous bullshit. But no—she was serious.

And that pissed him off even more.

He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. Bai Yujian’s scent wrapped around him—soft, cold, inviting in a way that made men want to corrupt it.

She didn’t move away.

Su Xiaobai’s fingers itched to grab her again.

"What do you mean, don’t do it? Do I look like some ungrateful villain to you?"

His eyes darkened.

"Peak Lord, let me make something clear."

"You saved my sister."

"You brought her back."

"You did a lot of things for me."

"But that ends today."

His grip tightened on her wrist again, not pinning—but holding.

"If this sect is going to be mine in the future, then the decisions will be mine, not yours. I won’t be another Zhao Tianxuan, a puppet Sect Master."

Silence.

Then a twitch.

Bai Yujian’s lips curled—not in mockery, not in amusement, but in something real.

Satisfaction.

This was what she wanted.

Someone who could take what he wanted, stand on his own—With or without her.