The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 70: Fellow Brother— No Fellow Sister! Identity Exposed!

"Dead? Good!" Lan Meiyu sneered, her lips curling in a smug grin that screamed, Finally, less work for me. "I don’t have to sully my hands now."

Above, Bai Yujian hovered mid-air, radiant like an untouchable celestial phoenix. For once, her calm, untouchable demeanor cracked.

Her serene expression gave way to a sharp, incredulous gaze, locked onto the dust-choked crater below. She had just shown up, fashionably late as always, only to catch the grand finale: someone getting blasted straight into next week.

And yet… she knew that someone. Knew them well enough for her chest to tighten, though she’d never admit it.

This was supposed to be it—the end, the last time she’d ever have to deal with that ridiculous thorn in her side. Or so she’d thought.

Because through the swirling chaos, faint signs of life stirred—like an ember refusing to die, stubborn to the point of pissing off the entire universe.

Her lips twitched upward, a wisp of amusement breaking her cold façade. "Him... again," she murmured, her tone a mix of awe and exasperation.

How? How did this cockroach—no, this suicidal lunatic—keep surviving?

Su Xiaobai wasn’t just hard to kill; he was ’offensively’ unkillable. A walking slap to the face of mortality itself, as if death had tried to claim him one too many times and finally given up in sheer frustration.

First, he’d popped up here alive, kicking, and obnoxiously breathing after everyone was sure he’d died in the trials. And now, after practically begging for another round of heavenly beatings, the bastard clawed his way back from the brink again, defying reason and, apparently, all divine patience.

What was he? The heavens’ favorite chew toy? Their relationship with him was like a drunk ex—messy, toxic, and way too clingy.

But Bai Yujian had no time to ponder the twisted romantic drama between Su Xiaobai and fate itself. Her eyes snapped to Huang Shao, whose fists crackled with golden lightning as he prepared to strike again.

"Enough!"

Her figure blurred, and in the blink of an eye, she stood before him, her fingers clamping around his throat with hawk-like precision.

"You’ve got guts," she said, her voice dangerously soft. "Attacking a fellow disciple in front of the entire sect. Shall I rip them out to see how much?"

"..."

".. Elder, I didn’t mean—" Huang Shao stammered, sweat pouring down his face like a busted reservoir.

"Quiet." Her tone cut like a blade. "Pray the sect spares you for this stupidity. Personally, I wouldn’t."

Her eyes slid to Han Xuan, who stood frozen in place, his face whiter than a virgin’s wedding robe. Moments ago, he had been casually checking on some dead bodies, thinking his day couldn’t get worse. Now? The kill count was on the verge of rising right in front of him.

"Well? Don’t just stand there—fetch Xu Tianran! Or perhaps you’d prefer to explain to the sect master yourself why this fool perished under your watch?"

"Yes!" Han Xuan jolted like a slapped child and bolted toward the Medicinal Valley, his movements so frantic he nearly tripped over his own feet.

Of course, Han Xuan was terrified out of his wits. To most disciples, Han Xuan himself was an untouchable figure—a Peak Lord, equal in rank to Bai Yujian. Yet, to her, he was nothing more than a child.

The gap between them wasn’t merely one of rank; it was the chasm of entire generations. Bai Yujian’s presence in the sect predated its very founding—she was one of the sect’s original pillars, a legend who had watched dynasties rise and fall. Even the current sect master, revered by all, was a full generation beneath her.

And yet, no one dared question why this immortal-like woman remained stuck at the peak of the Tribulation Realm for thousands of years. It was a mystery wrapped in silence, and few were bold enough to even speculate.

Bai Yujian’s gaze returned to the crater, her expression a complicated mixture of irritation and curiosity. How does he keep pulling this off? she wondered, the question ringing at the edge of her mind.

But answers could wait. Her aura turned icy, oppressive, as her attention snapped back to Huang Shao.

"Attacking a fellow disciple with lethal intent..." Her voice dropped, each word like a tolling funeral bell. "The punishment is death."

Huang Shao’s heart plummeted into his stomach, and then straight through the floor of his soul. If it had been anyone else, he might’ve pleaded, groveled, or found some loophole to exploit. But Bai Yujian? Her words were carved in stone. What she decreed, she executed—sometimes literally.

Even the sect’s rules, bent and twisted as they were, couldn’t shield him now. Bai Yujian wasn’t like the others. She didn’t play politics or dabble in moral gray areas. She was the Sword Peak Lord, the sect’s uncompromising executioner, and the grim enforcer of righteousness.

Just as Huang Shao’s mind scrambled for an escape, the crater below erupted with a brilliant, otherworldly light.

Then—

ROAR!

A deafening sound, like the battle cry of an enraged dragon, ripped through the air, shaking the arena to its foundations.

WHIZZZ!

A beam of searing energy blasted from the crater, screaming skyward like the wrath of a scorned deity. It was a divine middle finger in radiant form—huge, powerful, and painfully hard to dodge.

Huang Shao didn’t even get the chance to blink.

BOOM!

The beam slammed into him, its force reducing his body to ash-coated jerky.

"AHHHHHH—" His scream was mercifully drowned by the deafening explosion.

Even Bai Yujian flinched, her eyes darting to the crater in something dangerously close to alarm.

From the settling dust, a figure emerged, battered but somehow still standing.

Su Xiaobai.

He staggered forward, his movements like a drunk crab trying to walk on broken glass. His clothes were gone, his body blackened with soot, but somehow, the bastard was still alive.

THUD!

He managed two more steps before collapsing face-first onto the ground.

The arena fell silent, heavy with disbelief. No one moved, no one spoke, and no one dared breathe too loudly, lest they disturb the twisted reality of what they’d just witnessed.

Did this little Core Formation brat seriously just obliterate a Soul Fusion cultivator—three realms above him?

It didn’t make sense. It shouldn’t have been possible. It was the kind of crap you’d expect from drunk bard songs, not real life.

And yet, there he was.

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Finally, Xu Tianran arrived, his robes fluttering dramatically as he stepped into the chaos. His expression soured the moment he realized he wasn’t here to heal Su Xiaobai. No, he was now crouching over Huang Shao’s charred, twitching remains, desperately trying to patch together what was left of the so-called prodigy.

The irony wasn’t lost on anyone. Xu Tianran had come expecting to save Su Xiaobai, the victim. Instead, he was left scrambling to keep Huang Shao from becoming a cautionary tale about picking on the wrong lunatic.

And Su Xiaobai? That smug bastard was lying there like a soot-covered deity after a particularly chaotic night out. Not a scratch on him.

It was as if the heavens themselves had decided to play favorites—just to mess with everyone else.

______

Morning arrived quietly in the sect.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow over the chamber where Su Xiaobai lay unconscious. Or sleeping. Or possibly just faking it to enjoy his current circumstances—who knew with him?

Xiao Lu sat beside him, nervously fidgeting. She glanced at his face, pale but peaceful, then at the room around them. She still couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t just any chamber—it was Bai Yujian’s personal quarters.

And Su Xiaobai? The bastard was sprawled across her bed, snoring lightly, looking more comfortable than any man had a right to.

Why her bed, of all places? Xiao Lu thought with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. The sect had decided to formally admit him as an outer disciple, but apparently, the barracks were too risky for someone with a habit of nearly dying every other day. Or maybe Bai Yujian had her reasons.

The door creaked open, and Bai Yujian stepped inside, her gaze sharp as always. Xiao Lu stiffened, her worry spilling out in a rush.

"Elder, why isn’t he waking up?"

Bai Yujian crossed the room, her steps deliberate. "He’s fine. Just burned through too much energy and slipped into a deep sleep. He’ll wake when his body’s done healing itself together." Her voice was as cold as her expression, though there was a faint flicker of something—annoyance? Curiosity?—in her eyes.

Behind her, Xiao Yu shuffled in, looking as grumpy as ever, followed by Fatty Zhou, whose restless hands kept fidgeting with the ring on his finger.

Bai Yujian’s gaze lingered on Su Xiaobai for a moment. He should’ve woken up by now. She didn’t like loose ends, and this one was starting to tie itself into knots. If he was going to be an outer disciple, she’d need to introduce him to someone who could show him around. The problem? His acquaintances.

Su Xiaobai knew three people in the outer court. One of them wanted him dead. The remaining options weren’t much better, but she’d have to work with what she had.

"You," Bai Yujian said, placing a hand on Xiao Lu’s shoulder. The girl jumped as though struck by lightning.

"??"

"Come with me," Bai Yujian abruptly ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"But I am—"

"Now."

Xiao Lu bit her lip, reluctant but obedient, and followed Bai Yujian out of the room. She cast one last worried glance at Su Xiaobai before the door shut behind them.

Fatty Zhou took the opportunity to slip away as well. "Uh… I’ve got something to finish in the alchemy room," he muttered, shuffling toward the exit like a guilty child sneaking out of trouble.

That left only Xiao Yu, who groaned audibly, slumping into the nearest stool.

"Why am I the one stuck babysitting this guy...?" he muttered, glaring half-heartedly at Su Xiaobai’s unconscious form.

Security reasons, Bai Yujian had said. Apparently, she was convinced Su Xiaobai could find a way to self-destruct even in his sleep.

With nothing better to do, Xiao Yu leaned back, staring blankly at Su Xiaobai’s face. "You don’t even look that impressive, you know," he mumbled. His gaze above Su Xiaobai’s face, and he frowned slightly.

Actually… he’s not that bad-looking. Kind of handsome, in a punchable way.

The thought startled him, and he shook his head. "What the hell am I thinking?" he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.