The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 237: Soap Opera of Betrayal Circle and a Stupid Elf Princess!

The Matriarch. The secret ruler. The true boss bitch behind the forest curtain.

Same way in a sect, you've got the flashy Sect Master—and then the grumpy old Guardian who's been alive since dinosaurs cultivated grass.

Hell, if Zhao Tianxuan tripped over a horny rhino beast tomorrow and died? Su Xiaobai, being next in line by pure plot armor, would instantly become Sect Master.

Not strong enough? No problem. The Guardian watches his back until he ascends high enough to flash his sword aura without pulling a muscle.

That's how it worked.

But apparently—Elves were normal.

Monarchy.

Actual monarchy. With rules.

No hidden elders, no plot-protected bloodlines, no secret matriarch with a thousand-year-old hymen guarding light relics. Just one ruler. The Queen. Strongest elf wins. Everyone else fucks off or dies trying.

So Nalan Yufei?

Not even close.

If she so much as pretended to wear the crown, stronger elves would shank her with spirit-thorns before you could say "Heavenly Wood Technique."

"Su Xiaobai…" she turned toward him, pouting. "Why would you think I'm the Elven Queen? Do I look that old to you to be my own mother?"

The insult landed.

She realized it too late.

"…Ah?"

Her face blanked. Mouth shut. Internal panic flared like rampant Qi inside a mortal pill furnace.

Su Xiaobai — Stared, speechless.

Then he smiled.

Gently. Like a villain about to cross one of those lines he'd draw in the sand just to feel powerful stepping over.

He reached out.

Took her hand.

And like any gentleman with absolutely no shame and zero impulse control, he summoned a [Restraining Rope] from his spatial ring and bound her wrists.

"Ah!? What are you doing? Free me!" she gasped, struggling, her silken top ruffling as her body shifted.

But her hands were already tied.

The rope tightened with spiritual runes glowing faintly—a gift from a rogue cultivator who owed Su Xiaobai for saving his life during a brothel raid.

True story.

No way in hell he was letting her walk away now.

Not when things were getting interesting.

'So she isn't the Queen… but her mother is?' he muttered, staring at her forbidden bossom like they held the answers to ancient elf politics.

He exhaled, eyes trailing from her collarbone to her hips, as if reading sacred scripture with his gaze.

"If the daughter looks like this," he muttered aloud, "what monster did they call a Queen?"

A chill ran down his spine—not from fear, but from libido mixed with ancestral survival instinct.

Some dragons shouldn't be chased.

But Su Xiaobai was already in the lair, petting the tail.

Nalan Yufei twisted in place, glaring at him, wrists still bound.

Su Xiaobai leaned forward, shadows dancing on his face as the tent flickered with Qi interference from outside.

"Why did you come with us, Feifei?"

The tone had shifted.

No longer teasing.

Now it sounded like an interrogation.

Nalan Yufei stilled.

Because in that moment, she felt it again—the presence.

The same astral sword aura curled tighter around her body—like a spiritual snake slithering across pale neck, hissing against her nerves, not striking yet… just reminding her:

[I could kill you naked]

And that was enough.

"I'll tell you everything! Don't kill me!" she cried out.

The proud elf from Cloudwood?

Gone.

In her place?

A sniveling, bound bunny girl who just rolled over and exposed her entire spiritual underbelly like a rookie demonic beast in mating season.

Su Xiaobai blinked.

Damn.

She folded faster than a mortal gambler in a demonic casino.

'I knew you were mentally weak,' he muttered, disappointed. 'But I didn't think you'd betray your whole damn bloodline just from a check.'

She didn't even deny it.

She just looked away, shame coloring her cheeks pink like a cherry blossom slapped by karma.

According to her blubbering, she'd run away.

Not for adventure. Not for rebellion. No.

She bailed because her precious little elf race was cursed—and she thought Light City had the key to undo it.

Let's rewind.

Apparently, the elves of Cloudwood Forest were once powerful—descendants of an empire so vast it made mortal kingdoms look like back-alley sects run by drunkards and handjobs.

The Nalan Empire. Half the southern continent bowed before them.

And then?

The Yunmu Clan came knocking.

Twisted, corrupted, cursed by Light God's energy after offending him during a ritual orgy or something. Banished from the light, leaking Dark Qi like a broken cauldron.

They ran to the elves, crying tears of moonlight.

"We're just cursed! Help us! We're still light-aligned inside!"

The elves—soft-hearted, dumb as bricks, and probably high on forest incense—welcomed them.

And got cursed for their kindness.

Boom.

Light Qi—gone.

No more holy healing, no more photosynthesizing in moonlight. Their spiritual roots withered. Appearance? Warped. Aura? Muted. The once-noble aura of celestial wood? Replaced with forest-floor decay and the scent of tragic backstory.

No wonder Nalan Yufei's vibe was off.

Su Xiaobai had seen true high elves in the memories of the Immortal King.

Nalan Yufei?

This poor dumb flower thought she could undo a divine curse just by walking into Light City and asking politely?

Su Xiaobai nearly choked from holding in his laughter.

He turned his head, face twitching, spiritual pressure fluctuating as his inner jackass screamed for release.

'This princess really thought she could undo a god's curse like it's some sect paperwork. Just walk in, knock on Heaven's Door, and say 'Hey can I get a refund on that divine punishment?"'

But she wasn't joking.

She was dead serious.

Eyes watery.

Voice trembling.

If she knew the outside world was this cruel, this filthy, she might never have left the protection of her spiritual trees and mom's overpowered bosom.

Su Xiaobai stared at her, bound and trembling, her thighs pressed together like she was physically trying to hold in her destiny.

"What else do you know?" he asked, eyes narrowed, voice dipped in the kind of menace that made divine beasts flinch and sect mistresses wet themselves involuntarily.

He wasn't asking out of kindness.

He was assembling a maze—a web of betrayal, curses, and idiot protagonists pretending they were heroes.

The Yunmu Clan? Misunderstood.

The elves? Dumb enough to get cursed by proxy.

The mighty Nalan Empire, once rulers of half the southern continent? Now reduced to eco-friendly squatters, hugging what little was left of their spiritual trees like virgins clutching purity tokens.

And Lan Tian?

Oh, that backstabbing, map-hoarding, destiny-deepthroating bastard?

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He was definitely on some ancient clan mission. Probably sent by the old monsters hiding under the Yunmu sect, carrying that dusty-ass map like it led to redemption.

Shi Yan was likely double-crossing him too.

Or triple-crossing.

At this point, Su Xiaobai wouldn't be surprised if they were secretly married, pregnant with demonic triplets, and trying to kill each other during morning meditation.

It was a goddamn sect soap opera out there.

And him?

Su Xiaobai was smack in the middle of it, fully dressed, fully annoyed, and now in possession of one (1) crying elf girl who might actually be too dumb to manipulate.