The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 56: The Red Silk....

Her lips parted, sorrow fracturing into rage.

"Shut up!"

Tears spilled, unbidden, as she shoved at his chest with trembling hands. Her glare burned, daring him to flinch.

"Go away! I don’t want to talk to you!"

She stomped her foot—a useless gesture, given her half-sprawled position on top of him—and jabbed a shaking finger at his face, as if her anger alone could strike him down.

"You think you’re so great, don’t you? You—"

"—saved your reckless ass," Su Xiaobai cut in, his voice flat and heavy with irritation. He dragged a hand down his face, sighing as if dealing with a tantrum-prone child. "Let’s review, shall we? I’m sore, I’m bruised, and now I’ve got this ungrateful brat yelling at me like I’m the bad guy. What do you want? Should I leave you for the wolves? Or maybe act the part of the villain you’re so desperate for? Go on, princess—keep pushing. Let’s see where this goes."

HISS~!

His words struck like a whip, her anger faltering under their weight. Ling Er froze, lips trembling.

"You—you wouldn’t!" she stammered, scrambling off him, her face reddening as unease flickered in her wide eyes.

The forest pressed in around them, the branches above knitting into a suffocating cage. Even the moonlight struggled to reach them, casting weak, pale slivers that only deepened the shadows.

Hiss...

The air coiled around her like a serpent, cold and scary, brushing against her skin and drawing a shiver. Hugging herself, she turned to him, her voice small and unsteady.

"You’re not going to… do anything, are you?"

Su Xiaobai snorted, leaning back against a rock, his smirk sharp. "Do anything? To you?" His gaze flicked over her, slow and deliberate.

Long legs? Check.

Phoenix brows, bright eyes, flawless porcelain skin? Sure.

Silky dark hair and curves in all the right places? Not bad.

She was beautiful, no question. But delicate, like a flower too fragile to survive the storm he intended to unleash on the heavens. Pretty, yes—but not his type.

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Her family, though? That was something else. Even her brother—a man—looked like he’d been sculpted by a drunk deity with an obsession for perfection.

’Goddamn genes.’ His grin widened. If this girl was the lesser jewel, her mother had to be the masterpiece—a true milf. One day, when he’d claimed the heavens themselves, he might stop by to pay his respects. Strictly academic curiosity, of course.

Ling Er’s voice broke through his thoughts, sharp but trembling. She shut her eyes, shoulders sagging in defeat. "You’re disgusting," she whispered, too weak to fight back.

"Relax," he drawled, his smile widening. "If I wanted to do something, you’d already know. Lucky for you, I don’t waste time on little birds who can’t even stand without shaking."

Her lips quivered, but her glare returned, fierce, though weakened by her trembling frame. "I hate you," she spat.

"Good." He rose with a lazy stretch, brushing dirt from his sleeves like her words were nothing more than dust. "Hate’s honest. More useful than gratitude."

"Why… Why are you coming near me?"

Seeing him dust himself off and stride in her direction, Ling Er flinched, her legs trembling like brittle reeds in a storm.

She wasn’t a body cultivator like Su Xiaobai, whose physique seemed forged from stars. The fall had drained her, leaving her sore and barely able to stand.

Her face, smudged with dirt, twisted into a wary glare. "D-Don’t think you can take advantage of me! I have concealed treasures that will—"

"Yeah, sure," Su Xiaobai cut in with a snort, not slowing his approach. ’Concealed treasures? Then where were they when she was flopping around like a headless chicken?’

Before she could react, his hand clamped down on her shoulders.

"!!"

She stiffened, her breath hitching. His fiery gaze bore into her, shaand far too close. Panic bloomed across her face like a sudden sunrise, and she shut her eyes tight, words tumbling out in a flurry.

"I-I’m not a good girl! You won’t like me!"

Su Xiaobai froze mid-motion, blinking slowly. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I-I mean… you don’t want me as a wife or anything!" she blurted, her words tumbling over themselves. "I bite! I’m loud! I—I’m difficult to handle!"

"..."

His brow twitched, his expression darkening.

"And! And I’m not scared of you!" she added hurriedly, her trembling betraying her every word. "So don’t be—rough or—"

"Enough." His sharp tone cut through her rambling like a blade. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Su Xiaobai muttered under his breath, "Who in the heavens raised you like this?"

With one fluid motion, he grabbed her hand and plucked the spatial ring from her finger.

Ling Er gasped, her free hand darting to her ring finger. "What are you doing?! That’s mine!"

He ignored her protests, turning the ring over in his hand, his expression mildly bored.

Ling Er cracked one eye open, cautiously peeking to see if the worst had passed. What she didn’t expect was—

SLAP!

Her head jerked to the side, the sound of his palm connecting with her cheek ringing through the air.

"Wh—!"

"You need to get your head checked," Su Xiaobai said flatly, flexing his fingers as if he’d just lifted a heavy burden off his chest.

Ling Er clutched her stinging cheek, too stunned to speak.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai examined the spatial ring with sharp, calculating eyes, flipping it in his hand as though inspecting a market trinket. "Seriously, you should thank me. I might actually find something useful in here—unlike you."

Buzzzzz…

Ling Er’s mind buzzed, the fiery mark on her cheek burning alongside the indignation twisting in her chest.

Her lips parted, but no words came. She could only watch, frozen, as Su Xiaobai rifled through her spatial ring with maddening casualness.

"Hmph… Is there nothing here that could help us get back to camp?" Su Xiaobai muttered, frowning as he scanned the contents. "No hidden treasures, no life-saving talismans… not even a flying sword?"

His gaze flicked to her, skeptical. "Aren’t you supposed to be a princess? Is Yue Country that poor?"

Ling Er stared at the ground, her gaze fixed on her dirtied boots. Her lips trembled, but no excuses came. Su Xiaobai sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.

Looking skyward, he grumbled internally. ’Who’s writing this crap? Abandoning us in the middle of a dark forest—what’s next? A demonic beast ambush?’

His irritation deepened as he massaged his temples. Whoever was in charge of this so-called plot, Su Xiaobai vowed they’d be first on his hit list.

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He turned back to Ling Er, voice weary but firm. "Alright, listen up. We’re far from camp, it’s midnight, and this forest is crawling with trouble. I can fly back on my own, but what about you?"

"…"

"You can’t fly on you own, can you?" he guessed, narrowing his eyes.

Ling Er shook her head faintly, her voice little more than a whimper.

Su Xiaobai clicked his tongue.

Whoosh!

From her ring, he pulled out a half-charred silk ribbon. It felt unnaturally warm in his hands, its subtle vibrations betraying its true nature.

"This thing... can it still be used…?" Su Xiaobai murmured, examining it. A soul-grade weapon. Rare and valuable, forged through immense skill and imbued with consciousness. Equipment like this didn’t just exist—it carried history, purpose.

Ling Er’s eyes widened as he handled the ribbon. "Don’t… Don’t touch it!"

Somehow, she found her courage, snatching the ribbon from his hands. She clutched it close, trembling slightly, as though the ribbon itself offered her protection.

Su Xiaobai raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. Keep your precious ribbon. I don’t care."

Stepping away, he shrugged. "Stay here if you want. I’m leaving."

"…"

"Or…" He paused, glancing back at her. "Follow me. Once I’m recovered, I might have enough strength to carry us both out of here. But for now, we walk."

Ling Er didn’t move, her stubbornness keeping her rooted to the spot.

Rustle…

A cold wind swept through the forest, biting at her exposed skin and sending chills up her spine. The dark expanse of trees casted shadow over their faces, silent and scary. Ling Er shivered, her courage faltering under the night’s emptiness.

With a reluctant huff, she hobbled after him, each step slow and awkward, her face wincing with every movement. "—Wait!"

Su Xiaobai glanced back, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Ha! Already falling in line?"

"Humph…" She glared at him, ignoring his insult, though her cheeks flushed at the memory of his slap.

"Give me my ring back!" she snapped, grabbing at his hand.

He didn’t resist, letting her snatch it away, but even after reclaiming it, she hesitated. Without a word, she leaned against him, using his shoulder for support as they walked.

Su Xiaobai frowned, glancing down at her. "What are you doing now?"

"You’re warm," she muttered, her voice barely audible.

He groaned but didn’t push her away. "Unbelievable. You’d get lost in this forest without me, wouldn’t you?"

She didn’t respond, her gaze fixed firmly ahead, her grip awkward but determined.

A moment passed.

"…Are you used to the dark?" Ling Er asked, her voice hesitant.

Su Xiaobai’s face darkened, his sharp gaze scanning the shadows. "Where I grew up, this would’ve been a luxury. It was darker… crueler."

His voice dropped, heavy with distant memories. "Every night, it was the same. You either fought to survive, or you didn’t see the morning."

They had lived beyond the sacred wall, where humanity’s safety ended, and the ’hunters’ began. Outside, in the unclaimed lands of White Cloud Star, survival wasn’t guaranteed—it was a gamble, a cruel game played with death.

For Su Xiaobai, the world beyond the wall wasn’t just dangerous; it was merciless. The hunters prowled endlessly, their eyes gleaming with hunger, their blades sharper than despair. Even the nights reeked of blood, the shadows filled with threats that never slept.

His fingers flexed, the memories creeping over him like the cold wind of the forest.

It was darker back then… crueler.