The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 270: Cultivation, Confessions, and a Naked Trap!

Myst Rain Valley.

It lived up to its name, not through gentle rain, but through mist dense enough to drown your thoughts and your spirit sense both.

They arrived at a small river, not one infested with lightning serpents or spiritual crocodiles this time, thankfully. Just clean, moonlit water, lazily winding through the forest's spine. The air here was thick with elemental stillness.

The volcano, "Heavenburn Spire", as it was called in map, rose just beyond the canopy.

It was monstrous, spanning for miles, its peak hidden in clouds even during the day. Now, under the silver eye of the moon, it loomed like a sleeping giant. The heat that emanated from it was soaked up by the valley trees, and the river flowed cool and quiet.

It was the perfect place to die. Or cultivate. Or both.

Su Xiaobai stared at the scene—serene, scenic, suspicious.

But no helpless princess in sight.

He narrowed his eyes.

"W-We left her here! Beneath the crescent willow! I-I swear upon my clan's ancestral graves—!"

She looked ready to cry, but her eyes refused her even tears.

Long Yushen scowled. "You dare lie?"

He took a threatening step forward.

But Su Xiaobai raised a hand, his palm still faintly stained with blood from the earlier "interview."

"She's not lying."

How did he know?

Because he saw the signs. Footprints, barely visible, pressed into the riverbank, then vanishing mid-flow. The soft moss disturbed only slightly. Someone had walked into the river, then disappeared.

He activated his Dragon Eyes—golden irises with celestial light, but even they caught only a flicker of retreating energy, now long gone.

"She ran," he muttered. "Probably saw the explosions.... Smart girl."

He stared a little longer, but there was no trace of Sun Lingxi. No trail. No scent. No presence.

Just mist, moonlight, and a whole lot of nothing.

"Troublesome..."

After a few silent minutes, Su Xiaobai turned.

"We return to the volcano."

They followed him back toward 'Heavenburn Spire', where the ground steamed with latent Fire Qi, but no beast dared to approach. The volcano's divine pulse kept them away.

For now, it was the safest place in the valley, a natural cultivation sanctuary, free from both enemies and talking, breathing liabilities.

Sun Lingxi can wait until morning. Even Su Xiaobai, the hammer-wielding, puppet-collecting, slightly-unhinged war criminal—was tired.

He hadn't stopped moving since entering this realm.

Hadn't slept... Barely meditated.

Hadn't even insulted someone in the last five minutes...

He needed rest.

And maybe, just maybe…

"Even villains deserve rest."

Su Xiaobai exhaled as he leaned back against a large obsidian stone, half-buried in volcanic ash. He sat slightly apart from the others, not for secrecy, but for sanity.

The stars shimmered above like lazy spirit fish in a sea of ink, while faint embers drifted from the volcano's mouth, glowing like fiery dragonflies, dancing into the lush emerald leaves before vanishing into them.

He didn't suspect they'd try to assassinate him in his sleep.

They didn't have the spine.

But he still chose distance. Distance to think.

Long Lian? She'd already been tossed into his Ring World, bound in silence and stripped of weapons. She wasn't going anywhere, not until he decided whether to kill her, puppet her, or use her to piss off a few old enemies.

Sun Lingxi? She could wait.

But eliminating Azure Dragon Clan heirs?

Now that was progress.

To think he could cripple their bloodline without blinking… He smiled faintly. For a "dead man," he was doing pretty well.

His eyes fluttered closed. Just for a moment.

Thirty meters away, Beibei, the Divine Thunder Crane, sat at the edge of the campfire like a brooding immortal chicken, glowing faintly with protective thunder.

It watched the camp, its Qi barrier extending in all directions, an overprotective spirit beast babysitter.

Beibei tensed as someone moved.

Whoosh~!

"Glide Steps", a rare Azure Dragon Clan technique that allowed one to step as if on air, weightless, silent, gliding like frost on jade tiles.

Long Yushen.

Blue-haired, lean, muscles coiled like a hawk. His steps didn't disturb even a single ember.

But—

"Night shouldn't be a time for wandering alone..."

A voice, cold and calm.

Su Xiaobai's eyes snapped open, golden irises glowing like dragonfire behind half-lidded lashes.

Long Yushen froze in place. Ba-dump! His heart skipped once. 'When did he—?'

"... I'm just going to check the trail," He said stiffly. "See if Sun Lingxi left behind any traces."

"Hmph? You sick or something?" Su Xiaobai sat up, brushing volcanic dust from his robe with the elegance of a lazy emperor. "You said the other Azure Dragon Clan branches don't like you—and that you don't like them. Fine. Sect politics. Ugly cousins. I get it."

Long Yushen's eye twitched. 'When did I say that?!'

He opened his mouth, but Su Xiaobai was already steamrolling him.

"Then suddenly you're out here pretending to not like Sun Lingxi either. Saying you're searching for her just because. Right. Totally believable."

He stood now, stretching lazily.

"So either your loyalty is as fake as your sect's unity, or you're dumber than your dragon breath technique."

Long Yushen's jaw tightened. "You're twisting my words."

"I'm twisting nothing. You think I can't tell what's going on? Running off with Long Lian while the rest of us sleep—how romantic. Too bad I sealed her in a dimension, you can never find... and muted her mouth."

Long Yushen stared.

In that moment, he realized two things.

1. Su Xiaobai was definitely not asleep.

2. Su Xiaobai might also not be human.

"If I lie—in word or intent—may heavenly lightning scorch my meridians to ash."

Long Yushen took a deep breath and spoke those words as if offering up his soul to the Heavens.

A pause.

Then, "I don't trust the Heavens," Su Xiaobai replied flatly.

Long Yushen: "…"

Truly speechless.

How do you respond to that?

He'd invoked a sacred oath, and this blood-slicked bastard just dismissed it like a fly in his soup. And the worst part?

Su Xiaobai looked like he was about to kill him anyway.

Not out of rage.

Just… because.

Maybe because his nap got interrupted.

Maybe because the stars weren't twinkling properly tonight.

Long Yushen exhaled, suppressing the urge to flee, or laugh in surrender.

"What are you planning to do with us?" he finally asked. The question that had been haunting them all.

They had only one day left until the tournament closed. Rescue teams from various Guardian factions would soon converge. Everyone else was quietly biding their time, hoping that Su Xiaobai didn't decide to commit another massacre before morning.

Su Xiaobai, of course, already knew that.

He smiled lazily. "Does it matter?"

Long Yushen's brows furrowed. "Did the Azure Dragon Clan or the Sun Dynasty wrong you? Or are you fighting against the whole White Cloud Star?"

Su Xiaobai tilted his head, pretending to think, as if choosing between three desserts.

"The entire White Cloud Star deserves a cleansing," he finally said, as though discussing laundry.

Long Yushen's heart clenched. So it was everyone. No allegiance. No anchor.

But… there was something deeper in the way he said it. Something broken, resentful, and cold.

... Vengeance!

He took a deep breath.

Then pulled out a Skyfang Token, a rectangular spirit slate etched in deep azure and pulsing faintly with his personal Qi signature.

"That's my name-sigil," he said. "Skyfang. If you help me find my father's whereabouts… use it. You'll be repaid. Whatever you need."

Su Xiaobai's brows twitched.

So this boy thought he was leading a faction? And wanted to negotiate? Borrow strength? A familiar game

He chuckled.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

> "Great. Then give me the Azure Dragon Clan."

Long Yushen froze.

> "…!"

Su Xiaobai broke into laughter, clapping once.

"See? You can't. Now scamper back to your patch of grass before I decide your bloodline's thinning."

Long Yushen turned sharply, face darkening, but said nothing. He walked off.

Yet before he vanished into the moonlight, his voice floated back:

"Just the clan…?"

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The shiloutte disappeared into the distance, leaving only the faint scent of quiet pride. Su Xiaobai smirked. Not bad.

He didn't beg. Didn't try to defend himself. He knew his life was mine to take. But he left something instead—an opening.

Su Xiaobai toyed with the token left behind.

A third-generation heir wasn't enough. But perhaps… through him... a crack into the Azure Dragon faction could be carved. Especially if Long Hantian was still alive.

A pause.

And what of Long Lian?

Could she be used to lure Long Lifen? Could he crack the spine of the Azure Dragon faction through its own blood?

Sleep no longer interested him.

He stood, brushing his robes, and disappeared into the trees—silent, unnoticed. After all, he'd left "soul marks" on all of them. Escape was fiction.

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As he moved beneath the silver branches, a faint shimmer caught his eye.

A wooden bucket... Still warm.

Moonlight kissed the surface of still water, and beside it—

A faint silhouette.

Hidden behind thick green vines and a folding screen of misted stone, a woman's figure stood partially concealed, but not enough to be ignored.

Naked.

Washing.

Her skin, moon-pale, shimmered with each motion as she traced fingers down her exquisitely fair shoulders, wiping away dirt and ash. Her back arched slightly as she leaned over the bucket, revealing curves that would make even a monk question his vows.

The sight was…dangerous.

Su Xiaobai's pupils narrowed, he hadn't come here to hunt. He hadn't come to peep.

But when heaven delivers the feast… who turns it away?

Even if every single one of these people would one day die by his hand—

He was still a man.

And this?

This was cultivation art at its peak display.