The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 59: Twisted Royal Family!

"Here!"

Xiao Hei and Ling Er returned, handing Su Xiaobai the sap essence dripping with spiritual power.

Without hesitation, Su Xiaobai snatched the ring from Xiao Hei. Why leave it with her? She’d probably spill it or blow it up—little firecracker that she was.

Behind them, the once-radiant tree dimmed, its glow snuffed out like a drunk at dawn.

He turned to Ling Er, brow raised as she shoved her spatial ring toward him. "What? You don’t want it?"

"Just take it!" she huffed, arms crossed, face red. "Break through already and fly us back to camp!"

"???"

Su Xiaobai blinked, debating whether to tease her. Nah, she had a point. Shrugging, he grabbed the ring.

"Don’t regret it later," he said with a smirk, heading to an open patch. Sitting cross-legged, he drew out the sap essence. Golden energy spiraled into his dantian, stirring the air like a rising storm.

Ling Er lingered nearby, glaring at nothing in particular. Why is it so hard to just say thanks? Or sorry?

She bit her lip and kicked at a rock. Her muttering slipped out: "Stupid. So stupid. Why’s he gotta look so smug? Bet he thinks I’m in love with him."

"???"

Xiao Hei tilted her head, crimson eyes gleaming. She didn’t speak, but her mischievous grin said it all.

Ling Er flushed, kicking harder. "This is dumb. He cleans up my messes, and now I’m stuck feeling guilty? Ridiculous."

Her gaze flicked back to Su Xiaobai, glowing like some smug golden deity mid-breakthrough.

Her gut churned. Gratitude? Apologies? She didn’t do those. Never had.

But this time, it felt like she had to.

Since yesterday, Ling Er had brought Su Xiaobai nothing but trouble. Yet, watching him glow faintly in meditation, she wondered: Is he evil? Or just cursed with endless bad luck?

Core Formation was a cultivator’s true baptism, the leap from mediocrity to greatness. With a golden core, Su Xiaobai would finally escape true qi endless grind, wielding profound Qi without it eating away his life.

But it wasn’t without risk.

A core wasn’t just energy—it was a molten sun, forged in one’s dantian. Its heat purified, stabilized Qi, and burned away impurities. Without it, even the strongest cultivators would wither under their own power.

Golden light rippled from Su Xiaobai, brightening with every breath. Ling Er stepped back, her voice hushed. "Is… is that normal?"

The sap essence—enough for two—was vanishing, devoured by his thirsty dantian.

The air shifted. Everything—ground, trees, even the sky—seemed to bow.

BOOM!

A golden pillar erupted, piercing the heavens. The earth trembled; a shockwave tore through the forest, scattering leaves and dust like a hurricane.

As the haze cleared, Ling Er coughed, staring at Su Xiaobai. He sat unscathed in the destruction, radiant and calm. In his dantian, a golden bead shimmered—a miniature sun, pure and unyielding.

"This…" she whispered. "This is a golden core?"

Su Xiaobai stood, glowing faintly, a wide grin splitting his face. For someone who couldn’t even cultivate months ago, this felt like spitting in the heavens’ eye.

"Hah!" His laugh rang out. "Who’s the genius now?!" He slapped his chest. "Mark it down higher-ups—your so-called villain just broke through!"

Before Ling Er could react, he moved.

Swoosh!

He grabbed her by the waist, scooped up Xiao Hei with his other arm, and shot into the air.

"Wha—!" Ling Er’s face flushed as his hand gripped her soft waist. "H-Hey! Put me down!"

"Relax," Su Xiaobai said, grinning. "You can’t fly, and I’m not leaving my entourage behind."

"I—I can manage!" she stammered, clutching his robes.

"Sure," he teased. "Just like you’ve been managing so far."

Ling Er glared but said nothing, the wind stealing her words.

Xiao Hei, dangling from his other arm, glanced at Ling Er, then closed her eyes, clearly unbothered.

Golden light flared as Su Xiaobai rose higher, his laughter ringing out. "Core Formation! I’m finally done crawling in the dirt!"

Ling Er yelped, gripping his robes tighter as the ground vanished. "Don’t drop me!"

"Relax, Princess," he chuckled. "You’re safer here. Besides, if I did drop you… well, the crater would be impressive."

— ZAP!

They vanished into the night, a golden streak blazing across the sky like a comet ascending to the heavens.

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The overexcited Su Xiaobai didn’t calm down after returning. Why would he? Core Formation had him giddy, his ego roaring louder than a celestial dragon. Instead of resting, he dashed straight to the waterfall, eager to soak in the ’Celestial Ripple Array’ and forge his ’Starry Veins’ while adrenaline coursed through him.

But excitement had its pitfalls.

His hands, caught up in the thrill of flight, had… wandered. Ling Er’s waist, her hips—each accidental graze turned her face redder than molten iron.

Naturally, Su Xiaobai proclaimed his innocence. His hands? Pure. Blameless.

The real culprit? Adrenaline.

Ling Er wasn’t having it. She landed with a stomp, her curses cutting the air like flying swords. "Pervert! Scoundrel! Idiot!"

Su Xiaobai scratched his head, pretending to ignore her. "Ah, such refined vocabulary. Truly the voice of a princess," he muttered, watching her storm off, her face burning like the setting sun.

Back at the cottage, Ling Er’s muttering hadn’t cooled. She stomped through the moonlit night, frustration trailing her like a shadow. But just as she reached the door—

"You find anything?"

"!"

Ling Er froze, her spine stiffening at the familiar voice. Slowly, she turned, her glare like a sharp jade. "No," she snapped.

Wei Zhong stepped out of the shadows, his cold, calculating eyes sweeping over her. His fingers stroked his silver beard, his silence more unsettling than words.

Ling Er’s skin crawled under his appraisal, but she stood her ground.

Finally, he spoke. "Good. No foolish mistakes."

His gaze lingered a moment longer, sharp and deliberate. To his relief, the girl remained untouched. A maiden’s purity was value, a bargaining chip for Yue Country’s survival. Ling Er?

She wasn’t a warrior—she was leverage.

Her marriage, not her cultivation, would save their kingdom.

"You are Yue country’s key to future," Wei Zhong said, his voice low and pointed. "Remember your place."

Ling Er’s fists trembled at her sides. She wanted to scream. Instead, she stormed inside, slamming the door behind her.

"Ugh! What does he take me for?!" she growled, pacing the room. First Su Xiaobai, now her grandfather. Why was she always a pawn? Why couldn’t she just exist without someone pulling her strings?

She paced the room, her agitation barely contained.

After a few moments, she flung on her cloak and slipped out into the night, he sneaky figure vanishing beneath the moon’s pale light.

_____

"Ha… finally, a good night’s sleep!"

Su Xiaobai stretched lazily, a grin plastered on his face. After a day of breakthroughs and victories, rest was his rightful reward.

Setting up the makeshift cottage had been simple: logs stacked neatly, a patchy grass floor, and a wobbly door. Not exactly a palace, but good enough. A refreshing bath had washed away the grime, leaving him feeling more accomplished than ever.

With a satisfied sigh, he flopped onto the grass. ’Today wasn’t half bad.’ Exhaustion tugged at him, ready to lull him into blissful sleep.

But, of course, peace wasn’t in the cards.

BANG! BANG!

"Hey, Villain! Open the door!"

Su Xiaobai twitched, glaring at the ceiling like it owed him an apology. ’Can’t a guy sleep? Do side quests have to pop up at night?’

Grumbling, he dragged himself up, yanking on his robe to avoid giving Ling Er an accidental glimpse of his ’mighty Little Su.’ Fainting princesses were too much trouble.

"Open up!"

"First, say, ’Big Brother, please open~!’" Su Xiaobai’s lazy voice carried a smirk.

"Wh—" Ling Er froze mid-bang, her face turning crimson. ’Why is he always like this?!’ She glared at the door as if it were him, debating whether to kick it down.

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But the night’s chill bit harder than her pride. With a growl, she spat out sweetly, "Big Brother Su, please open the gate for your cute little sister~! Or she’ll freeze to death~~!"

Click!

The door creaked open, revealing Su Xiaobai’s infuriatingly smug grin.

"Good girl," he teased. "Now, what could the little princess possibly need at this ungodly hour?"

"Humph!"

Once the door opened, Ling Er marched inside without so much as a thank-you. She plopped onto Su Xiaobai’s spot, staring out of the small window like she owned the place.

Su Xiaobai scratched his head, already regretting his decision. Closing the door with a sigh, he muttered, "Princess, if you’ve got something to say, spit it out and leave. Dawn isn’t the best time for girls to hang around men, you know. We can be… aggressive."

Poof!

Ling Er froze, suddenly realizing she’d stormed in without a plan. Worse, he wasn’t wrong—it was risky. But thankfully, Xiao Hei was still in the corner, curled up on her leaf bed.

Or she was, until the noise woke her. With a glare and a huff, the little demon dragged her makeshift bed to the farthest corner, clearly done with them both.

Su Xiaobai shot Xiao Hei an approving glance. She’d been banned from leaving at night after last time’s chaos, but at least she was following rules now.

Ling Er, seeing Xiao Hei retreat, lit up with sudden inspiration. She straightened, puffed out her chest, and declared, "I’m here to apologize!"

Su Xiaobai froze mid-thought, one foot practically out the door to kick her out. "Apologize?" His tone dripped with suspicion as he eyed her squirming figure.

Was this an actual apology or some convoluted scheme?