The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 213: Destiny Stars: The Star Quintriplets!

[Silent Mist Lake – Evening]

"??"

Su Xiaobai, once more rudely awakened by the concept of time, opened his eyes groggily as the sun began to dip behind the distant hills, bathing the lake in a soft golden hue.

"Brother Su! Wake up!"

"Brother~ It's evening already!"

"You asked us to wake you at sunset…"

Four ethereal faces hovered in his vision, each beautiful, framed by soft chestnut hair and delicate green robes fluttering gently in the breeze. Their green eyes gleamed like polished emeralds, reflecting concern—

And confusion.

Su Xiaobai stared for half a second, then huffed.

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"And I also told you not to disturb me ever again..."

He turned.

Back to sleep.

"!?"

The four girls were left stunned. Again.

One of them finally muttered with a pout:

"If we don't wake him, we're scolded. If we do wake him, we're still scolded…"

Splash!

A light ripple echoed from the far side of the lake.

The serene surface trembled, reflecting moonlight. A clear voice, firm yet melodious, followed.

"Yan'er, how many times have I told you not to run your mouth more than needed? Or shall I return you to Father at Verdant Peak—and to Aunt Wen?"

Hiss~

All four women inhaled sharply.

The name Aunt Wen was enough to still a thunderstorm.

She was Peak Lord Lin's most feared concubine, the iron-fisted matron of the Lin Clan's massive harem, whose mere glance could suppress rebellion and crush dreams with a smirk.

The five young women wore matching robes of jade-green silk, loose-sleeved, with white crane embroidery. Their chestnut hair cascaded in gentle waves, and their eyes shimmered like verdant lakes—each step graceful, their presence unmistakably noble.

They were known as the Lin Quintriplets of Verdant Peak.

Gifted to Su Xiaobai.

A bribe, of course.

But in sect-speak, it was "a gesture of goodwill."

Peak Lord Lin, long stuck at the Peak of Tribulation Realm, had watched helplessly as Zhu Qing soared beyond.

Many suspected Su Xiaobai's involvement.

Peak Lord Liu certainly did.

He had nearly hit his goal of five hundred children, yet still had to part with his most precious stars—his personal treasures—for the sake of potential favor.

A necessary sacrifice.

The woman who had spoken, now seated on a radiant lotus above the lake, was Lin Qianyao, also known as Sister Yao or Yao'er—the eldest of the triplets.

Her cultivation art was unique—drawn from the Dao of Tranquil Radiance.

She absorbed the serenity of the lake and the brilliance of the moonlight, merging the two into her cultivation.

The result:

An aura that calmed storms.

A technique that healed wounds, soothed Qi, and awakened dormant potential.

Moon-Lotus Serenity – A phantom lotus bloomed beneath her, its petals aglow with gentle radiance, sending ripples of peace across the lake.

By her side floated a small, golden bell—

The Jade Spirit Bell – A spiritual artifact that emitted soundless light, calming minds and sealing away malevolent energies.

To the eye, she was a lotus fairy descended from a celestial painting.

To Su Xiaobai?

"Soft skin like polished milk and eyes like spring water... The ideal wife for recovery-based dual cultivation."

Naturally, he inslaved her—and her sisters—with Qingqing's help. Not out of mistrust for Peak Lord Liu (though he didn't trust him), but because—

Su Xiaobai didn't do "unsecured Dao assets."

Despite their age—each nearly 250—they were Spirit Severing Realm experts and currently Su Xiaobai's most reliable personal guard force.

And now?

They had become known throughout the sect as—

"The Five Jade Blossoms of the Verdant Peak."

They followed him loyally.

Perhaps too loyally.

And the world?

Was changing fast.

Just a month ago, the Royal Academy—a powerful, newly established imperial institute—sent envoys to recruit talents from Xiantian Sect.

Su Xiaobai had been their primary target.

But the envoy sent was none other than—

Wei Houtian.

A name Su Xiaobai heard and immediately declined.

"Why the hell would I enroll into an academy run by a guy who's been trying to kill me since Foundation Realm?"

And just like that, he continued napping by the lake.

Other sect disciples declined the offer too.

Why?

Because with Zhu Qing's breakthrough and the Sword Fairy's return imminent, the future of Xiantian Sect was brighter than ever.

But little did they know—

The future wouldn't just be bright.

It would be blinding.

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"Sister Yao, you always scold us for disturbing him, but have you even looked at how lazy he's become?"

The speaker was soft-voiced, but sharp.

Lin Qingsu, or Su'er, as Su Xiaobai dubbed her—half affectionately, half because he couldn't remember her full name in the heat of battle...

Shoulder-length hair, sleek and scholarly.

Eyes like dew-washed bamboo leaves.

Legs tucked beneath her with academic precision as she sat properly like a little saint.

And yet—

Those round, pinchable cheeks, slightly flushed from the evening chill, held a secret aggression.

The kind that made men willingly kneel on spirit stones and ask what they did wrong—without even knowing what they did.

Despite being the same height as her sisters, Su Xiaobai swore this one was shorter... Maybe it was the compact, chibi-like aura... Or maybe—

"She's the only one who can guilt-trip me with a ten-second stare."

Su Xiaobai had once described her lips as:

"Soft enough to write runes on with my tongue."

She sat cross-legged, her green robes falling around her like unfurling bamboo leaves—calm, elegant, and deceptively dangerous.

Beneath her bookish air, Su'er was no mere wallflower.

She cultivated the Dao of Verdant Insight, her talent with runes and formations unparalleled even among Mystic Peak disciples. It was Su Xiaobai himself who had arranged for her to be transferred under Zhu Qing's tutelage, much to the shock of Peak Lord Lin.

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"You all..." Yao'er sighed.

Cornered.

All four were looking at her like she was the villain for preserving Su Xiaobai's right to nap until the sun exploded.

A faint blush colored her cheeks. Her back remained straight, the soft shimmer of moonlight reflecting off the lotus petals beneath her thighs.

Truly—

"If I ever attain Nirvana, I want it to look like that."

—Su Xiaobai, 4th nap of the day, quoted in his soul journal.

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They were sisters, yes.

But the truth was—

These five weren't ordinary sect beauties.

No.

They were born on the night of the Celestial Jade Alignment, an astrological phenomenon so rare it only appears once every forty-nine eras.

According to some very nervous astrologers, they were the incarnations of the Five Jade Stars—heaven-blessed destinies destined to illuminate entire worlds.

The catch?

They must remain unbound by fate... and not die.

So naturally, Peak Lord Lin sent them to Su Xiaobai.

Because nothing says "protect my celestial daughters" like handing them to a man known for breaking prophecies and pelvic bones in equal measure.

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Lin Qianyao – Eldest

Destiny Title: Jade Star of Benevolent Light

Her aura was the most nurturing.

Her thighs, the most divine.

Her Dao—Tranquil Radiance—soothed meridians, restored Qi, and comforted the heart.

Her technique, Moon-Lotus Serenity, created phantom petals of light under her feet, restoring allies and cleansing inner demons.

Also, her legs?

> "Heaven-grade thigh pillars," as Su Xiaobai once noted.

> "Long enough to walk the path of immortality on."

She carried a Golden Jade Spirit Bell, a calming artifact that sealed chaos with harmonic resonance. Su Xiaobai once tried to use it to put himself to sleep, but accidentally sealed a chicken for three days.

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Lin Qingsu – Su'er

Destiny Title: Jade Star of Flowing Wisdom

Quiet, deadly, scholarly.

Cultivator of the Dao of Verdant Insight, she excelled in formations, ancient runes, and spiritual traps.

She wielded the Emerald Rune Spiral, a pocket-dimension array that could trap even Core Formation beasts—and Su Xiaobai's pride.

Once—on a rare day when Su Xiaobai's libido surpassed his usual laziness—he attempted to "playfully steal a kiss" from Su'er.

A simple lean.

A gentle smirk.

A whispered, "Scholar girls are the easiest to bully, right?"

Big mistake.

He awoke four hours later.

Inside a rune-locked spatial pocket, accompanied only by:

One spiritually deranged chicken

Two frogs that kept croaking in unison

And a transmission jade that shattered the moment he yelled "Help!"

He sat cross-legged in defeat.

The chicken pecked him for sport.