The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 111: Escaping!

Zhu Qing hated it. Every bit of it.

Centuries of studying formations and she was still trapped here, helpless against a crude design like this.

"Hey, hey," Su Xiaobai said, squinting at her. "Don’t wipe so hard. Your skin’s going to come off at this rate."

"I hate blood!" Zhu Qing gritted her teeth, her movements becoming even harsher.

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the wall. "Yeah, well, so does everyone. But you should be used to it by now, right? Pretty sure you’ve got a decent kill streak."

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"I do," Zhu Qing snapped, her glare shifting to the blood splattered across the floor as though it were her mortal enemy. "But I hate it splashing on me."

Su Xiaobai tilted his head, curiosity glinting in his eyes. "That’s cute, but the splashing? Really? That’s… oddly specific."

She didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze darkened, the irritation in her expression curling into something deeper. Something bitter. "It’s when the bad things start."

"Bad things?" Su Xiaobai asked, arching an eyebrow.

Zhu Qing’s voice softened, barely above a mutter. "The formations let me fight from a distance. No mess. No blood. Not like that freak Bai Yujian." She paused, her hands tightening around the hem of her sleeve. "She carves people apart with her sword, drowning in the blood herself. I don’t…" She shook her head. "I don’t like it."

"Ah," Su Xiaobai said, his tone half amused, half thoughtful. "So that’s why you didn’t take up the sword. Too much splatter."

Zhu Qing glared at him.

"What?" he said, hands raised defensively. "I’m not judging. Just didn’t expect Peak Lord Zhu to have a phobia of messy kills. Guess that explains why you’re not a walking tornado of limbs and blood."

Zhu Qing, "..."

Su Xiaobai chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with mock sympathy. "Well, good thing I’m here to brighten the mood. Otherwise, you’d be stuck with nothing but this lovely ambiance and your homicidal thoughts. Cheer up. At least the skeletons aren’t judging you."

Zhu Qing sighed sharply, dragging her hand across her blood-smeared face. The sticky mess stuck to her fingers, smearing more than it cleaned. "I don’t know how you’re still joking in this disgusting pit," she muttered, glaring at the filth splattered across her robes.

"Disgusting? Nah," Su Xiaobai said, grinning as he leaned back against the wall. "I think it’s cozy. Got blood, skeletons, and free ambiance. What’s not to love?"

Zhu Qing’s patience snapped. Her sharp glare turned deadly, but before she could say anything, she pulled the celestial star fragment from her robes—the same one he’d shoved into her hands earlier.

Fwoosh!

The fragment burst to life, its blinding brilliance flooding the chamber and casting jagged shadows across the blood-slicked walls.

"Hey—careful!" Su Xiaobai squinted, shielding his eyes. "You’re going to blind me!"

Zhu Qing ignored him. Tap! Tap! Her footsteps clicked against the blood-splattered floor as she marched toward him, the fragment’s light illuminating her icy expression.

She grabbed his collar, yanking him close until they were nearly nose-to-nose. The fragment’s heat pressed against his forehead, and her glare burned hotter than the light. "You want to brighten my mood?" she hissed. "Go ahead. Do it—before I smash this thing over your head."

Su Xiaobai froze, the usual smile slipping off his face for a fraction of a second. Then he coughed, feigning composure. "Careful. I’m fragile."

"Humph!" Zhu Qing snorted, shoving him backward with enough force to send him stumbling. Thud!

"Staring at my back isn’t going to get us out of here," she snapped, turning her back on him with a sharp flick of her sleeves.

Su Xiaobai blinked, "Well, to be fair, you do have a distracting backside. Hard not to stare when it’s right there, covered in all that blood…" His eyes wandered lower, noting how each step sent those perfectly separated mounds bouncing, almost taunting him. Truly, a masterpiece.

"You little—" Zhu Qing whirled around, her eyes flashing with fury.

Su Xiaobai raised his hands in mock surrender. "What? It’s a compliment!"

"Quiet!" Zhu Qing snapped, hurling the glowing fragment at him.

Whoosh—Thunk!

He caught it mid-air, his eyes widening in disbelief. Quickly, he slipped the fragment into his spatial ring, cradling it protectively. How could she treat something so valuable like trash? Discover hidden tales at novelbuddy

For a brief moment, guilt flickered across his face. He had been staring—not entirely on purpose. Totally instinctual. Not his fault at all.

Clearing his throat, Su Xiaobai straightened and declared, "I have a plan."

"!?" Zhu Qing spun around, stunned. Had she misheard? "What did you just say?"

"I can get us out of here," Su Xiaobai repeated, his tone casual, almost smug. "But you’re not going to like it."

"I don’t care! Just get us out already!" Zhu Qing’s irritation flared. "If you had a plan this whole time, why haven’t you used it yet?"

"Well…" Su Xiaobai rubbed the back of his neck, his grin widening mischievously. "It involves blowing ourselves up."

"Blowing ourselves up?" Zhu Qing froze, her thoughts stumbling. A soft chuckle slipped out, sharp with disbelief. "Have you… cultivated the Dao of Idiocy?"

"Yup." He nodded, completely unfazed. "It’s simple. I plant a big enough explosive under us, and we ride the blast straight up. Same way we came in, right? Down got us here, so up should get us out. Simple."

Zhu Qing’s face dropped. For a moment, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "You want us to detonate ourselves? Insane..!"

"Only a little," Su Xiaobai replied with a shrug. "But it’ll work. Trust me."

"Trust you?! That’s suicide!" Zhu Qing snapped, fists clenched as she glared at him. Trust this lunatic who thinks blowing himself up is a strategy? ’The heavens must be laughing at me!’

"Not necessarily." Su Xiaobai’s grin widened, his voice lowering into a conspiratorial whisper. "I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. You’ve noticed, haven’t you? I always survive."

Her eyes narrowed as realization dawned. This brat… he’s hiding something. Some secret trick that keeps him alive, no matter what happens.

Zhu Qing exhaled sharply, her gaze narrowing with skepticism. "...But we’d need a massive explosive for something like that to even work. And I don’t have one lying around."

Everything in her spatial ring required spiritual energy to activate—useless in this suffocating trap.

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Su Xiaobai’s lips curled into a slow, devilish grin. It was the kind of smile that promised chaos, and Zhu Qing, an experienced cultivator who’d seen too much already, felt a flicker of unease.

"You have something, don’t you?" she said, her voice calm but edged with suspicion.

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Minutes later, Zhu Qing’s suspicions were confirmed as she stared at the massive barrel Su Xiaobai had pulled from his spatial ring. Her eyes flicked to the glowing red skull painted on its surface, its ominous hue practically screaming ’run.’

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Relax," Su Xiaobai said, sprawled across the barrel like it was the most comfortable chair in the world. "No spiritual energy required. Just a little spark, and this baby does the rest."

Zhu Qing folded her arms, her tone dry. "That barrel is practically announcing danger, and you want to use it to blow us sky-high?"

"Exactly." He patted the barrel fondly. "It’s genius, isn’t it?"

Her gaze sharpened. "And where, exactly, did you get something like that?"

Su Xiaobai grinned wider. "Ah, that’s a story. Back before I could cultivate, I had to get creative. The place I came from? Let’s just say they really know how to blow stuff up. I replicated it, improved it, and boom!" He gestured grandly at the barrel. "Smoke bombs, flashbangs, and these beauties. Enough firepower to turn a city into a memory."

Zhu Qing snorted faintly, her lips twisting into a mocking grin. "A heretic before you could even cultivate. How in the nine heavens did you end up in the Xiantian Sect?"

This man was a contradiction wrapped in chaos. A heretic in a righteous sect—like her, but somehow worse. And before he could cultivate? What kind of star-forsaken backwater had produced him?

"Cough, cough," Su Xiaobai cleared his throat, his grin faltering for the briefest moment. "I’m righteous at heart, okay? Don’t slander me."

"Righteous?" Zhu Qing raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with disbelief. "And yet here you are, hugging a barrel of doom, ready to blow us sky-high. Should I start calling you Saint Su? Or Demolition Daoist?"

"Well, technically…" Su Xiaobai scratched the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. "Explosions are neutral. It’s how you use them that matters. Pure righteousness, if you think about it."

She shook her head with an exasperated sigh. "I don’t care what you call it. Just don’t let Bai Yujian see these things."

Her voice dipped slightly, carrying an edge of caution.

"Bai Yujian?" Su Xiaobai tilted his head. "What’s the big deal? Sure, she’s got that intense sword-aura thing, but she can’t be that bad."

Zhu Qing’s gaze darkened as her thoughts drifted. If only he knew.

The Bai Yujian of today was restrained, focused on sect survival, her infamous reputation dulled over the last couple of centuries. But before that? Zhu Qing could still hear the blood-soaked whispers of the Dark Sparrow Sect’s purge, when Bai Yujian’s blade danced through their ranks like a vengeful storm.

For centuries, she had been the nightmare of heretics and dissidents alike, her sword carving stories that parents used to frighten their children. Now, she mostly stayed in the sect, her worries tied to greater threats. But Su Xiaobai… He didn’t know. He’d arrived centuries too late to see the full extent of her madness.

And he was lucky for it. If he’d stumbled into the Xiantian Sect a few centuries earlier? He wouldn’t be standing here, grinning like a fool.

"Sigh..." She muttered, shaking off the thought. "You’ll find out one day. If you live long enough."

Without further words, she climbed onto Su Xiaobai’s back, pressing herself firmly against him. The position was… intimate, but practicality overrode modesty in a place like this.

Her hands brushed his shoulders as she adjusted, her body fitting snugly against his. ’Too much skin contact,’ she thought fleetingly, but it couldn’t be helped. The Blood Warlord’s minions were likely waiting above. Whatever madness waited, Su Xiaobai’s strange invincibility would be her best shield.

"Once we’re out of here," she began, her voice steady and commanding, "stay close to me. If the undead generals show up—"

Shk!

The sharp scrape of stones shattered the silence.

Her eyes widened. "Wait—!"

BOOOOM!

The explosion tore through the chamber like a wrathful beast, swallowing her words in a deafening roar.

"Woo~! I’ve always wanted to do this! Hahaha!"

Su Xiaobai’s gleeful cry rang out, his laugh echoing through the rising inferno like a blade.

"Explosion Dao Sect, here I come!"

Flames erupted in all directions, the air turning into a blistering furnace.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The heat licked at Zhu Qing’s exposed skin, searing even from behind him. She gritted her teeth, the sheer force of the blast throwing them upward with brutal momentum.

This villain, Su Xiaobai… was actually enjoying this!

Ugh. What karmic debt did she owe to end up with him?

BOOM!

The explosion roared below, a final shockwave hurling them into the suffocating darkness. Rustle~~ Flames licked at her feet before an icy gust of air swept down her back.

The chill wasn’t comforting—it was the breath of death itself, vast and open, like they were being swallowed whole by its slobbering jaws.

Zhu Qing’s instincts flared, her body tensing. The oppressive sensation wrapped around her like the spectral claws of something ancient and hungry.

The undead generals…

Her grip on Su Xiaobai tightened. Whatever awaited them above wasn’t welcoming them into freedom.