The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 215: World-Splitting Monarch! Treasure Hunt?

Midnight...

From the shade of a spirit-barked tree, a white fur beast curled on her side. The long, graceful tail flicked lazily, ears perked—but she didn't move.

Her gaze was fixed ahead.

On him.

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Su Xiaobai.

The man who, six months ago, was little more than a cocky brat with decent looks and unreasonable confidence.

Now?

She narrowed her feline eyes, pupils like slivers of winter light.

He stood by the riverbank, chest bare beneath his open outer robe, the loose fabric fluttering in the night breeze. His lean body was carved not with bulk, but that dangerous sharpness—like a blade honed by too many battles, too many women, and far too much plot armor.

His long white hair shimmered like moonlight, tied loosely at the back. Stray strands danced over his sharp jaw and unbothered expression. His eyes—normally half-lidded in smug drowsiness—were now narrow, glowing faintly with sword intent, as if reflecting every star above.

He looked like a wandering immortal... who had lost his sword and picked up a twig instead.

Because that's exactly what he was holding.

— A twig.

Just a normal twig. From a tree. No engravings. No inscriptions. Not a divine branch blessed by a dragon.

Just. A. Twig.

"Okay, let's try it again..."

He muttered under his breath, spinning the twig once between his fingers like a conductor's baton.

He wasn't kidding.

The spiritual pressure around him intensified.

Sword intent.

Not just ordinary sword intent — Fourth level: Severing Rivers.

She watched, ears twitching.

SPLASH!

The river in front of him shuddered, then—without any visible strike—parted down the center.

As if an invisible blade had cleaved it open, the waters screamed silently as they split apart. For a brief moment, there was a path through liquid.

Then—

CRASH!

The water collapsed inward, crashing with a thunderous roar.

Spray erupted into the air.

A wave surged up—

BAM!

Su Xiaobai soared above it, his brow twitching, expression locked somewhere between enlightened master and annoyed villager.

He floated, suspended mid-air, his robes whipping around him in the moonlight, droplets sparkling like stars around his body.

But his eyes...

Still burning.

With frustration.

Huo Lingxue blinked.

Then—without a word—her snowy lynx form shimmered, melted, and reformed.

Now there stood a woman.

Barefoot on the dewy grass.

Legs long, pale as spirit milk, toned from years of battle and beastly grace.

Her ruby-red hair tied up into a celestial bun, loose strands cascading down her back like silk fire. Her bossom—ample and generous—barely concealed beneath a mist-colored robe that covered suspiciously in the right places, and definitely not by accident.

She tilted her head, lips curled in slight confusion.

"What's wrong? Didn't it work this time~?"

Su Xiaobai turned, twig still in hand.

His hair, now damp with sweat and river mist, he clicked his tongue. "It should've lasted longer. The split should ripple, then crash back with a secondary shockwave. A layered intent. Like a spiritual cluster bomb."

He swung the twig again in frustration, carving ripples into the air.

Huo Lingxue blinked again. Her expression was halfway between cute confusion and sincere concern.

"Oh..."

She nodded.

As if she understood.

She absolutely did not.

She knew fire. She knew claw and fang. But sword intent?

"That's a boy's obsession," she thought.

Still, she stood by.

The Lin Quintriplets had already returned to Su Xiaobai's ring world, drifting into spiritual slumber (and probably still fighting over who gets to warm which half of his chest).

That left just her and him.

Alone.

Midnight.

River winds.

Moon overhead.

Two half-naked cultivators.

Zero supervision.

And yet—Su Xiaobai didn't even look back.

He grunted, turned—

And flew off.

"Eh? Wait!" Huo Lingxue jolted, panic flickering in her eyes.

She darted after him, floating beside him in a streak of frostlight.

'Where are you going?! We just got to the tension!' — That's not what she said. But it's what she meant!

As they neared the outer edge of Xiantian Sect, they saw it.

Floating silently.

Suspended in the air like a celestial ghost:

A massive flying ship, more than a hundred meters long, covered in etched talismans and glowing sigils. It glimmered with faint protection seals and bore no sect emblem.

It just floated.

Idle. Ominous. Midnight.

"Is that… a flying treasure vessel?" Huo Lingxue frowned.

Who leaves at midnight? Are they fleeing?

Or smuggling?

Or running from someone they accidentally dual cultivated to death?

All valid questions.

Su Xiaobai descended wordlessly.

Thud.

He landed on the deck with practiced ease, Huo Lingxue a breath behind him.

There—amid scattered crates and luminous supply orbs—stood three women.

One, clearly in charge, was pointing toward the hull and giving orders. The other two scrambled to arrange spirit herbs and loading bags of… what looked like roasted chicken legs?

Su Xiaobai's brows furrowed.

"...What's going on?"

His hand tightened on the twig.

Not because he intended to fight.

But because if this ship was secretly robbing his chicken farm, someone was going to lose their soul tonight.

"Qingqing! What the hell are you doing?!"

Su Xiaobai's voice cracked like a heavenly whip across the silent deck.

His eyes widened—not from awe, but rage.

Because before him stood his own future wife, Zhu Qing, overseeing Hu Jiao'er and Hu Mei'er as they carefully—and suspiciously—loaded Colonel KFC into a giant crate.

Yes.

His chicken.

His spirit beast.

His beloved poultry saint.

Kicking and squawking inside a reinforced spirit-sealed transport cage.

"Oh! You're finally back?" Zhu Qing turned with a radiant smile, hair flowing like spiritual silk, expression soft like a gentle spring breeze.

Su Xiaobai did not feel the warmth of spring.

He felt the urge to burn down the ship.

Then she dropped the bomb.

"Little Husband~ Ready for your trip?"

She winked.

Whoosh! He moved.

Before she could react, Su Xiaobai blurred forward, his hand grabbing her wrists in one fluid motion and locking them behind her back.

"Agh—! You... VILLAIN!" Zhu Qing yelped, wincing. "It was a joke! Let go! That actually hurts!"

"Two minutes," he frowned, eyes narrowed. "Explain. Or Peak Lord Zhu is going to be seen tomorrow morning... scrubbing blood off bedsheets."

Hu Jiao'er and Hu Mei'er looked away so hard they nearly rotated their necks into new realms.

Neither dared breathe.

This was a legendary scene — senior getting bullied by junior!

But... it was also Su Xiaobai's wife.

And he was terrifying when he was interrupted during a personal sword-twig training arc.

Zhu Qing sighed deeply, rolling her eyes.

"Tch. So dramatic. You act like I'm selling you to a brothel."

"With a shipping crate, yes," he snapped.

"It's not even locked!"

"You sealed my chicken."

"I was bribing him with herbs!"

"That was a bribe?!"

She pulled him to the side—still massaging her wrists—and whispered, "Do you know about the Southern Ridge?"

Su Xiaobai's eyes narrowed. "...What about it?"

"You're going there."

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He blinked. Paused. Released her.

Then just stared at her.

Like she'd grown three heads and each one tried to sell him insurance.

"Why."

Zhu Qing folded her arms beneath her chest.

Which, Su Xiaobai noted bitterly, bounced a little too smugly for someone about to send him to a region known for poisonous fog, half-dead trees, and angry ghost monkeys.

"At dawn, you'll depart with Jiao'er, Mei'er… and... Yu Feng."

She said that last part like she was chewing sand.

Su Xiaobai's voice dropped.

"...Are you sick?"

Zhu Qing's brow twitched.

Hu Jiao'er looked away.

Hu Mei'er audibly swallowed.

"Must you always disrespect me in front of juniors?!"

"Must you always send me to dangerous locations in front of the moon?!"

She pulled him farther aside, whispering harshly. "Listen, Little Villain. Remember the Dark Tab Map that Yu Feng stole from the Blackwind ruins?"

"The one you told me not to chase because it was 'a problem for future us?'"

"Yes, that one."

"I hate past you."

She smacked his arm lightly. "Now's the chance. Elder Bai's not back yet, so we can move freely. The Southern Ridge borders the Hidden Shade Wildlands. The tablet's aura flared three days ago—someone activated it."

"You want me to sneak in, grab it, and use it for myself—without reporting it?"

"Exactly!"

"You're supposed to be righteous!"

"I'm married to you. The sect's moral compass is already broken."

Su Xiaobai massaged his temples. "So let me get this straight. You want me to go on a suicide trip to retrieve a stolen forbidden relic from one of the most cursed places on the continent—with a chicken, two bunny twins, and my nemesis turned dark church clergy."

Zhu Qing smiled sweetly. "Yes."

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The Southern Ridge, she said.

But not just any ridge.

The Southern Ridge of the entire Soaring Dragon Continent—the land's very edge, where the earth itself gave way to the Baihua Plains and the fragmented Endless Isles beyond.

Yet before that—nestled in the farthest south of Yue Country, where the terrain faded into bleak mist and eternal drizzle—

Lies the Hidden Shade Wildlands.

A cursed land, wrapped in silver rains and ancient regret.

"That place used to be the home of the Yunmu Clan," Zhu Qing explained, her tone serious as she tapped a hovering spirit map open in front of them. "A race of wood spirits known for their alchemy..."