The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 205: White Jade Sword & Golden Bow!

Su Xiaobai stared at her.

His mind blank.

Their bodies remained tangled, skin pressed against skin, but something shifted.

He slightly pulled back, his still-throbbing hot beast slipping from her moist lubricated cave, and below him—

A mixture of red and white pooled between her soft, trembling thighs.

Blood. Essence.

Their bodies intertwined completely.

And yet, the rain had stopped.

All of it...As if the storm itself had frozen in time.

"Huh?"

He blinked.

The droplets—

They stuck in the air.

Suspended. Defying gravity. Unmoving. Perfectly still.

Like a teardrops frozen in time.

His own reflection flickered in one of the droplets, perfectly still before his eyes. Su Xiaobai's gaze flickered, staring at the droplet, then at the thousands surrounding them.

No.

Not thousands.

All of them.

The entire storm had halted mid-fall.

His chest tightened...It felt like time itself had stopped—

But no...The wind was still moving.

This wasn't time manipulation.

It could only mean one thing.

"Rain Intent?"

Whoooosh!

A soft breeze swept past, stirring the frozen droplets. And when he glanced down at Bai Yujian, she wasn't looking at him.

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

Her fingers curled slightly, her wet hair sticking to her flushed, tear-stained face.

Then, with one flick of her hand—

The raindrops moved.

But not down.

Up.

Su Xiaobai's mind went blank.

Whoooosh!

The wind howled as the sky above them trembled.

The rain—

She was controlling it.

Su Xiaobai was speechless.

He had seen countless martial arts, countless Dao paths, countless techniques of sword and Qi....But never in his life had he heard of someone comprehending the Dao of Rain.

Not once. Not ever.

And yet—

The woman beneath him, who just spent an entire night moaning under him, crying in his arms, screaming his name...was capable of this?

Su Xiaobai's lips parted.

He realized something.He didn't know her at all. He had always assumed she was nothing more than a Sword Cultivator—

That she lived and breathed nothing but the blade.

But now, she was literally bending the heavens to her will.

The realization was like a slap to the face.

A reminder.

She was not a simple woman.

She had a past.

She had a story.

A woman with depths even he couldn't begin to understand. And it was one that he had never asked about.

Yingying had long disappeared, slinking back into the sword like a lurking spirit, her presence fading into the shadows.

"...Should I release it?"

Her voice was soft.

Su Xiaobai blinked, snapping out of his thoughts.

"...Huh?"

Then, it hit him.

She wasn't talking about the rain.

She was talking about the Yin Essence inside her. The essence that should have already flooded into him, drowning him in power—

But instead, it hadn't moved.

She was holding it back.

Suppressing it.

Su Xiaobai's eyes squinted.

This…This was beyond anything he had expected. Even Zhu Qing wasn't able to do this...Or was she? Wasn't it supposed to be automatic? Was Bai Yujian's control over her own body this terrifying?

His eyes narrowed.

The trick of drugging women, stealing their Primordial Yin, absorbing their life force to become immortal...It would never work on someone like her.

Bai Yujian was suppressing it. Holding it back. Controlling it with terrifying precision.

It was at that moment—when faced with such impossible mastery—that Su Xiaobai had an epiphany.

Could he… refine this process?

A new technique formed in his mind.

An absurd, grand, heaven-defying technique that no man had ever conceived before.

The Nine Cycles of Heavenly Duality Absorption Art.

[Note: Su Xiaobai just made this up on the spot.]

This naked Sword Fairy in front of him—wasn't she just a goddamn genius?!

And for some reason...that made him want to dominate her even more.

"Turn around," he said, his voice hoarse.

Bai Yujian blinked.

"Hm?"

"Turn around and lie on your front."

Her expression flickered.

More calm now, though her eyes were still faintly red.

Su Xiaobai gritted his teeth, glaring down at her.

"Woman, you tortured me, and now you want to avoid responsibility?"

His lips parted slightly.

"Now be a good wife—

And turn around."

Bai Yujian opened her mouth, but before she could speak—

Slap!

"Ahhh..!"

She let out a rare, startled gasp as his hand struck her round, perky ass.

The flesh jiggled, rippling, the sound echoing through the silent villa.

Su Xiaobai smirked.

"What Sword Fairy?" he muttered. "This is a hungry ghost who could suck a lesser man dry."

"Vulgur..." Bai Yujian gritted her teeth. Her cheeks flushed faintly, subtle guilt flickering in her expression...But she moved.

"Mmmm~~!"

Obediently turned over, lowering herself onto her hands and knees, her round, perfect ass lifted in the air.

Whether intentional or not—

Her hips gave the slightest little wiggle.

As if teasing him.

Su Xiaobai's eye twitched.

His very soul trembled.

That little motion—subtle, barely even noticeable—had sent a ripple through his soul itself.

A slight wiggle. A mere shift of her hips.

And yet, the moment it happened, Su Xiaobai felt something dangerous stir within him.

No. Impossible.

His eyes widened. His throat went dry. His heart pounded like a war drum in the middle of a heavenly tribulation.

Could it be…?

The Heavenly Temptress Nine-Tailed Fox Art?!

A lost technique said to have been sealed away in the forbidden archives of the Immortal Temptress Pavilion, its existence only whispered in ancient texts. A technique so powerful that entire sects had perished after mere glimpses of it—monks abandoning their lifelong vows, saints forsaking their enlightenment, emperors kneeling in submission before the mere sway of a woman's hips.

[Note: He literally just made this up, again!]

No! That was just a myth! A legend!

And yet—

Why… why did his soul feel like it was being sucked into those hips?!

His Dao Heart wavered. His mental fortress, reinforced by countless battles, cracked.

This woman… was too dangerous!

Then—

His hands grabbed her waist.

And all thoughts of philosophy were pounded out of her mind.

Slap!

"Ahh!?"

Another spank.

Another tremble.

She turned her head slightly, shooting him a half-hearted shy glare.

But he didn't care.

The Sword Fairy's image had already collapsed.

Now—

She was his.

And he was about to remind her exactly who was in charge. And as he grabbed her hips, his length sliding back inside her tight, dripping heat—

Without hesitation—

He plunged back inside.

"Mmm..." Bai Yujian let out a startled gasp as his palm met her perfect, round flesh.

The ripple spread...Like the aftershock of a celestial explosion, the shockwave of softness traveled up his arm, sending an electric shiver down his spine.

Too terrifying…

Su Xiaobai clenched his fists. He had to act fast! If he allowed her to regain control, if she executed another technique from the Heavenly Temptress Dao, he might truly lose himself!

He tightened his grip on her waist.

"This is your punishment," he growled, as if disciplining an unruly disciple.

Bai Yujian blinked.

Then—

Her hips wiggled again.

Su Xiaobai's mind went blank.

"—Fuck."

He was doomed.

_____

Outside the Villa—

The sky above the sect flickered.

Clouds churned. Sunlight wavered. Yin and Yang energy fluctuated chaotically.

Deep within the core of the sect, the Peak Lord Han's eyes snapped open from meditation.

"Strange…" he muttered. "Why do I feel as though the heavens are… changing?"

On another peak, the Sect Master Zhao Tianxuan frowned, gazing at the horizon.

"This… this is the fluctuation of a Dao breakthrough!"

The disciples stared at the sky in awe as storm clouds gathered and then dissipated in an endless cycle, as if the heavens themselves were hesitating.

"What's happening?!"

"Is this… the birth of a new Divine Physique?"

"Or… or is it a new Forbidden Dao?!"

One particularly terrified inner disciple trembled.

"C-Could it be… that a Heavenly Tribulation is descending upon our sect!?"

From within the villa, a muffled moan echoed.

The entire sect shuddered.

The sky darkened.

Then lightened.

Then darkened again.

Then lightened.

For seven days straight....

The sect saw no sign of their revered Peak Lord, Bai Yujian.

Nor did they see their walking calamity, Su Xiaobai.

The sect assumed they were in secluded training.

The official excuse? Closed-door cultivation.

The reality? A closed-door massacre.

None of them could have imagined the true battle that was waged behind those locked doors

The sheets were soaked.

The furniture was ruined.

The floor was a warzone.

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The walls had suspiciously deep handprints.

Bai Yujian, the respected Peak Lord of Sword Peak, was on all fours, on her back, on her side, bent over the bed, pressed against the window, sprawled over the floor—

She was everywhere.

And Su Xiaobai?

The madman didn't stop.

Only one person knew the truth.

____

Outside, beneath the moonlit sky—

A certain little troublemaker was sitting leisurely, watching the stars.

Yingying.

The Immortal Sword Spirit.

She could still hear faint, muffled sounds coming from inside.

She smirked.

"Looks like they're still at it."

She stretched lazily, her long, pale legs glistening under the night sky, the small bells tied around her ankles chiming softly.

As Bai Yujian's sword spirit, she shouldn't have interfered.

She shouldn't have pushed her master into Su Xiaobai's arms.

But—

She wasn't just any sword spirit.

She was an Immortal Sword Spirit.

A being that couldn't die.

Not by blade. Not by time. Not even by the Samsara Wheel itself. Even if someone shattered her into a thousand pieces—She would simply reform.

This power came with privileges.

Unlike other sword spirits, she wasn't bound to her blade.

She wasn't even bound to her master.

She could defy both.

That was why, after Yue'er and Tian Yu fell, no one had been able to wield the White Jade Sword for all eternity.

Because of her.

And yet—

When she saw Su Xiaobai that day, holding the Celestial Inscriber in his hands—

She knew.

She knew Bai Yujian's fate had already been sealed.

"Little girl, don't blame me..." she whispered, her voice carrying into the night.

"You two were destined."

With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes, her figure shrinking down to the size of a small wisp of light.

She floated through the open window—

And vanished back into the sword.

___

But before she disappeared completely—

She left behind a single thought.

If Su Xiaobai truly inherited the Celestial Inscriber...

Then what about the Golden Bow?

The legendary weapon of Emperor Tian Yu.

The one weapon that could decide the fate of the world itself.