The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 73: Sugarmommy +1

"..."

Xiao Lu had no words.

The elders had all mysteriously vanished, likely retreating for some kind of private meeting to "resolve grievances" in a way only old men knew how—by drinking tea and yelling at each other behind closed doors.

Without supervision, the disciples of both peaks fought like crazed beasts, their spiritual auras smashing through walls and ripping up the gardens.

At any moment, one of them could charge straight toward Su Xiaobai with murder in their eyes, and yet here he was, treating it all like a spectator sport.

Xiao Lu didn’t understand.

What she didn’t know was that Su Xiaobai had stopped caring about death a long time ago. He’d had close calls so often that the fear had worn thin, like a blade dulled from overuse. These days, he didn’t flinch when death came knocking.

Hell, he even laughed when it came close enough to touch.

"You’re still here?"

The voice was sweet, almost melodic, but the frost in it could freeze an entire lake.

Su Xiaobai turned around, and there she was—Bai Yujian, her hair shimmering in the sunlight, her expression a frosty mask of disdain. His shoulders slumped. This woman again?

"What? Weren’t all the elders supposed to be off resolving their grudges in a personal deathmatch or whatever?" he muttered under his breath.

Bai Yujian snorted, a sound both elegant and cutting. "Liu Chenfu, the ignorant fool? If it weren’t for the Sect Master, I’d have taken his heart out and used it to feed the spirit beasts." Her lips curled, as if the mere thought of restraint disgusted her.

Su Xiaobai’s face darkened. He hadn’t even met this so-called Sect Master yet, but from the way Bai Yujian spoke, it seemed like he was the only leash holding her back. What baffled him more was how little she seemed to care whether or not he had killed Huang Shao.

Instead, her gaze wandered over the fighting disciples below, a mix of amusement and disgust flickering in her eyes.

"Uh, shouldn’t you, you know… stop them?" Su Xiaobai asked, jerking his thumb toward the war in the courtyard. "They’re your disciples, aren’t they?"

Bai Yujian’s expression didn’t change, "Why bother? They’ll stop on their own soon enough. The weaklings will collapse. The stronger ones will get bored. Balance restored."

"..."

Su Xiaobai stared at her in stunned silence. Balance restored? Was she really just going to let them brawl until someone either passed out or broke an arm?

"Come," Bai Yujian said sharply, her gaze snapping back to him. "I’ll explain the basics of the sect and cultivators. Your ignorance is embarrassing at this point." Her tone brooked no argument, and the glare she shot him screamed don’t even think about saying no.

Su Xiaobai sighed and hopped down from the balcony, landing beside her. As he followed her elegant strides, he muttered, "So, you’re really not going to stop them?"

Bai Yujian glanced over her shoulder, her face devoid of expression. "They’ll stop when they’ve had enough."

"..."

Su Xiaobai had so many questions, but he wisely decided to keep them to himself.

He didn’t feel like testing his luck.

This woman was too beautiful, her sword too sharp, and his head… well, it wouldn’t look any better rolling off her blade.

For now, he’d follow her lead. After all, surviving the day intact was a victory in itself.

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On the way, Bai Yujian explained why the Xiantian Sect was known as the ’Righteous Sect.’

Her voice was steady but carried the kind of authority that dared anyone to question her. "The sect operates on a credit system," she began. "Disciples, elders, even the Sect Master himself—everyone earns ’contribution points’ for performing righteous deeds. These points are the sole currency in the sect. You can exchange them for cultivation resources at the Treasure Pavilion."

Su Xiaobai’s eyes lit up. "So… basically, you’re saying the sect is one big meritocracy?"

Bai Yujian gave him a sidelong glance. "That’s a fancy word for someone who just learned how to wield a sword, but… yes."

Su Xiaobai nodded, pretending not to hear the insult.

She continued, her tone still as cold as the wind over a frozen lake. "Contribution points aren’t just for righteous deeds. Completing missions from the Mission Hall, discovering and selling precious herbs, or even selling alchemical pills to the sect—those are valid ways to earn them too."

"Sounds easy," Su Xiaobai said. "I could just grab some herbs and—"

"Easy?" Bai Yujian snorted. "Do you think demonic beasts guarding those herbs will let you pluck them? Or that missions won’t involve breaking your bones? Idiot."

"..." Su Xiaobai wisely kept quiet, already regretting his comment.

Bai Yujian explained further: "The ’Mission Hall’ ensures all posted missions align with the sect’s founding principles—subjugating demonic beasts, eliminating heretical cultivators, protecting villages. By tying rewards to righteous deeds, even if someone with… unsavory intentions joins the sect, they’re forced to do good to progress. Clever, isn’t it?"

Su Xiaobai scratched his head. "Wait, that’s great and all, but what about punishment? What if someone screws up?"

Her frosty gaze landed on him, sharp enough to pin him in place. "Punishment Hall. Any actions that go against the sect’s principles result in contribution point deductions. If your points drop below zero…" She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. "You’ll be punished. And in severe cases, expelled. Or executed."

Su Xiaobai looked at her dubiously, "Executed....?’

"Yes. For instance…" She glanced at him meaningfully. "When Huang Shao attacked you during the tournament, his contribution points were reduced to zero. His crime was scheduled to be judged by the Punishment Hall."

"So you didn’t care whether I killed him because…" Su Xiaobai trailed off.

"Because his death was inevitable," Bai Yujian replied coldly. "But it was obvious you didn’t kill him. You can barely lift a ban, much less infiltrate Stormfire Peak."

Su Xiaobai nodded. "That’s… fair." he really didn’t do anything this time.

She continued explaining the system:

Unranked ’outer court disciples’ receive a fixed 1,000 points per month. ’Inner court disciples’ earn 10,000. ’Core disciples’, the true elites, are awarded 100,000 points monthly. Contribution points can also be earned by challenging ranked disciples and taking their spot on the leaderboard.

"But…" Bai Yujian added, "core disciples have no rankings amongst themselves. They’re too few, and their strength speaks for itself. They’re instead ranked on the main leaderboard of the entire sect."

Even elders weren’t exempt from the system. They, too, could earn and spend contribution points.

"When Liu Chenfu barged into mine room this morning," she added with a smile, "his contribution points were deducted. The disciples fighting outside? Theirs will be docked too. If they fall into negatives, they’ll face punishment."

Suddenly, it all made sense to Su Xiaobai. "That’s why you’re so chill about this mess. The system handles everything for you..."

Bai Yujian gave a faint smile. "Precisely."

Su Xiaobai wasn’t entirely paying attention to the rest of her explanations about the sect’s rules, hierarchy, and the founding ancestor. His ears perked up again only when they visited the ’Treasure Pavilion’.

Inside, his jaw nearly dropped. Rare herbs, legendary weapons, soul-grade pills—everything he could dream of was on display, available for purchase with contribution points.

He winced, remembering that his own balance was likely at zero. Or so he thought.

One million points.

That was the number staring back at him.

"What...?" Su Xiaobai muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Bai Yujian didn’t even blink at his reaction.

It turned out that his surprising windfall came from a combination of sources:

- 100,000 points for being first in the Disciple Selection Tournament.

- 500,000 points for defeating Huang Shao, three realms above him, and taking all his contribution points.

- And a staggering 400,000 points transferred directly by Bai Yujian.

"Wait, what’s this last one for?" he asked, squinting at the record.

Bai Yujian waved dismissively. "I’ve decided to take you as my personal disciple."

Su Xiaobai blinked. "Just like that?!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to change my mind?"

"No, no! Thank you, sugarmommy—" He froze mid-sentence, realizing he’d nearly said the wrong thing.

"Sugarmommy?" Bai Yujian’s sharp ears caught the slip. Her eyes narrowed curiously. "What’s that?"

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Su Xiaobai’s lips twitched. Crap. She has superhuman hearing.

"It’s… nothing," He instantly made up a lie, "Where I come from, when someone loses their mother, the woman closest to them—who takes care of them—is called a sugar mommy."

Bai Yujian’s frosty demeanor softened slightly, and she tilted her head as if deep in thought. "Ah. It’s natural for elders to treat their personal disciples as family. I see. So… I’m your sugar mommy now."

"..."

Hiss~

Su Xiaobai nearly choked. Her innocent tone and lack of irony made it ten times worse. He coughed awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.

Bai Yujian, however, seemed unbothered. She walked on, muttering to herself, "Sugar mommy. How quaint."

Su Xiaobai sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead. This woman needs to be educated. Someday… someday I’ll explain. For now, let’s just survive this embarrassment.