The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 106: Stealing Star Essence!

Boom.

The sky, clear just moments ago, suddenly erupted with rain. Heavy, dramatic, like the heavens themselves were weeping at Zhu Qing’s despair.

Her smile dropped faster than a falling cultivator with no Qi.

"Bai Yujian?" she whispered. "Are you… sick?"

Su Xiaobai wasn’t joking. Not even a little. After their last encounter, he had concluded that no one—no one—would let him touch them so casually unless there were thoughts. Thoughts she clearly didn’t mind showing when she inspected his body.

Now, he was planning a little "heart-to-heart" conversation with her. See where things stood. Maybe figure out how far he could push that ice wall down.

"You both have gone insane," Zhu Qing growled, her teeth grinding audibly.

"Both?" Su Xiaobai tilted his head, genuinely curious. "Wait… has someone else told you this before?"

Zhu Qing’s brows twitched, her expression complicated. Just a few days ago, Zhao Tianxuan had called an urgent meeting. His brilliant idea? Push Bai Yujian closer to Su Xiaobai.

The result? The room burst into laughter, Elder Han Xuan nearly choking on his tea while everyone treated Zhao Tianxuan like the sect’s official clown.

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What’s going on here? Is Zhao Tianxuan the fool, or are we all the idiots?

"Believe it or not..." Su Xiaobai shrugged, clearly enjoying her expression. He’s not clarifying anything. Not until he clarifies it with Bai Yujian first.

"..." Zhu Qing stared at him, biting her lip. Panic flickered behind her eyes. Would she actually have to keep her ridiculous promise? A month as his disciple?

No. Absolutely not. She’d strangle him before that happened.

And so, what Su Xiaobai imagined as a romantic journey—riding through the wasteland on a saddle with his "fairy from the heavens"—became an awkward, painfully silent trek that stretched for hours.

The sky above shifted to a dark, suffocating blue. In this cursed wasteland, it wasn’t the arrival of night—it was the signal of day.

At last, something broke the monotony.

A grand palace stood in the distance, its silhouette black and jagged like a scar on the horizon. Sand and rust covered its surface, and at the apex of its central dome, an ominous skull-shaped monument sneered down at the world.

At first, it seemed small—underwhelming even. But as they approached, the desert winds howled louder, whipping red sand into a furious blur that stung their faces and blinded their sight.

The palace grew. Bigger. More oppressive.

By the time they reached its shadow, it towered over them—vast as two mountains stacked atop each other.

"...I liked it better when it looked small," Su Xiaobai muttered, brushing sand off his face.

Even the air felt scarier, like the wasteland itself wanted them to turn back.

"Stop!" Zhu Qing suddenly yelled.

"Huh?" Su Xiaobai blinked, startled, but pulled the one-horned bull to a halt. Xiao Hei, floating in the air, froze mid-flap.

"What is it?"

Zhu Qing jabbed a finger at the palace. Her voice was suspicious, "Why the hell are we heading toward the Warlord’s Palace...?"

Her teeth clenched so hard it was a miracle they didn’t shatter. This was bad. No, worse than bad. Without her Qi, even approaching that cursed tomb was like offering her neck to the guillotine.

And this idiot? This idiot was charging straight toward it like it was a roadside inn?!

"Uh... to search for treasures?" Su Xiaobai replied, looking genuinely confused, like she’d just asked why water was wet.

Zhu Qing’s eye twitched. "Which fool told you that...?"

Su Xiaobai glanced at Xiao Hei, who immediately averted her gaze, pretending to admire the sandstorm as if it were the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen.

Not my fault, Xiao Hei thought to herself. The treasure is there. Sure, he might die in the process… but that’s part of the plan.

"...Your scheming puppet wants you dead, idiot!" Zhu Qing snapped, clutching her forehead like she was warding off a migraine.

"My puppet… wants to kill me?" Su Xiaobai repeated, stunned.

"Yes!" Zhu Qing threw her arms in the air. "She’s baiting you! The treasures might exist, but so do the fifty thousand ways you’ll die trying to grab them!"

Su Xiaobai squinted at Xiao Hei, suspicion dawning on his face.

The little menace, floating as serenely as ever, turned her head away, feigning deep interest in the sandstorm.

"You’re saying… she wants me dead?"

"That’s precisely what I said! And after spending a night with you...I understand where she’s coming from."

Zhu Qing froze, her own words ringing in her ears. A faint flush crept up her cheeks as irritation and embarrassment wrestled for dominance. Why did it sound so… ambiguous?

But pride kept her from correcting herself. She straightened her back, forcing a casual expression.

"..."

Su Xiaobai, thankfully, was too preoccupied to notice Zhu Qing’s slip of the tongue. His focus was locked onto Xiao Hei, who continued to avoid his gaze with the grace of someone who had long perfected the art of selective deafness.

"Did you refine... a human puppet?" Zhu Qing’s voice rang sharp. Suspicious. Curious. A touch surprised.

Su Xiaobai shook his head lazily, a smile tugging at his lips. "Human puppet? Please. She’s… something else entirely."

"Something else?" Zhu Qing’s lips twitched, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the little floating mystery.

Before she could start interrogating him like a peak lord at confession, the wasteland roared.

CRACK-BOOM!

KRA-KOOM!~

The ground beneath them shook as a deafening explosion shattered the air. "!!" Su Xiaobai’s head jerked toward the Warlord’s Palace, the smile dropping off his face faster than a drunk’s coin purse.

HISSSSSS-KRAAA!

In the distance, a massive red serpent shrieked, its massive torso splitting open like a stuffed dumpling with too much filling. Blood sprayed in steaming sheets, painting the horizon in red.

"That’s Fang Tian," Zhu Qing muttered darkly, her tone a mix of contempt and resignation.

"Eh?" Su Xiaobai squinted, eyes narrowing as another explosion ripped through the palace. Shockwaves crashed, rattling bones… kicking up sand.

His grin returned, wicked and sharp. "Let’s take a look."

"Wait—?" Zhu Qing snapped. "That’s a death trap!"

"Relax, Elder," Su Xiaobai shot back, "Just looking. No touching."

"..." Zhu Qing glared at him, her lips twitching with the kind of irritation that could birth entire wars, but Little Red took that as a command.

With a grunt and a snort, the one-horned bull charged forward like a battering ram, kicking up a storm of red sand behind it.

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As they rode, Su Xiaobai’s expression shifted, becoming something calculating and wicked.

Above them, Xiao Hei floated silently, her expression as blank as ever.

"Not so fast, little schemer," he muttered under his breath, his hand darting out.

Whoosh!

Before she could react, Su Xiaobai snatched her by the wrist. Xiao Hei’s glowing eyes widened slightly, a rare flicker of emotion slipping through her cold façade.

"You’ve schemed enough for one day,"," Su Xiaobai said, his tone far too cheerful.

Xiao Hei’s glowing eyes flickered—was that panic? Regret?

Swoosh!

With a flick of his hand, she vanished into his ring world before anyone could tell.

Zhu Qing turned, frowning at the now-empty air. "Where’s your scheming brat of a doll?"

Su Xiaobai shrugged, smiling like a cat that had just swallowed a canary. "Probably floated off to scheme in peace. Can’t blame her—it’s a full-time job plotting my demise."

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Warlord’s Palace!

The palace erect like a drunken god’s bad decision—towering, ominous, and absolutely f***ed up. Blood-red sands howled around it in an endless cyclone, as if the earth itself was trying to spit it out.

At its base, a faint glow pulsed: the Celestial Star.

A shard of heaven, they said. The kind of treasure that could grant immortality, unimaginable power, or a lifetime supply of virgins (depending on who you asked). In reality? It was just a gleaming excuse for idiots to kill each other.

A week ago, it had crashed into the wasteland, sparking a blood-soaked festival. At first, the scum of the land worked together to fight off the wraith soldiers guarding the palace—remnants of the Warlord’s cursed army. But alliances here had the lifespan of a drunk sect disciple in a brothel.

Now, the sands were soaked with betrayal, and the Celestial Star sat at the center of it all, practically laughing at the fools dying to claim it.

"Filthy bastards!"

Fang Tian, leader of the ’Sanguine Serpents’, stood atop his dying mount—a once-mighty serpent now leaking blood like a torn wineskin. His dark robes in shredded disgrace, his face streaked with grime, but his rage burned brighter than a phoenix on steroids.

"You think you can rob me? Betray me?! Do you know who I am?!"

The pirates who’d betrayed him didn’t answer. Why waste time on dead men walking? His precious ’Sanguine Serpent’, once a symbol of terror, was now a twitching heap of overcooked steak.

"Rob you?" A voice rumbled. "Betray you? Fang Tian, you’re lucky we didn’t piss on your corpse already."

’Boneblade Liang’ stomped forward, a hulking mountain of muscle and questionable hygiene. His sword, a jagged monstrosity that looked like it chewed through rock for fun, hung casually over his shoulder.

"You think your crew was loyal? Please. Even your snake hated you."

"Ha-ha-ha."

The rest howled with laughter.

"Men..."

The laughter died faster than a rookie cultivator at his first tribulation.

Perched atop a winged lion was ’Violet Crane’, her lavender robes fluttering like she was the protagonist of some trashy romance scroll. SPLASH! Her whip crackled faintly with electric Qi, coiled at her side like a smug pet.

"You boys and your pissing contests... It’s tragic, really."