The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 76: The Letter!

Shaking off the thought, Su Xiaobai trudged forward, muttering under his breath. "I’ve had worse days. Haven’t I?"

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Elsewhere in the Sect

In her chambers, Bai Yujian stood by the window, her cold gaze fixed on the ruined training grounds. The crater left behind by Su Xiaobai’s summoning attempt still shimmered faintly under the moonlight, a quiet reminder of the mess that seemed to follow him like a shadow.

Her lips curved into the faintest smile, though it did not reach her eyes. "What an odd man," she murmured, her voice flat, devoid of warmth or disdain.

The silence in her chambers stretched, broken only by the faint rustle of her robes as she shifted her stance.

’This new disciple of mine… he’s either a genius or an idiot.’

For some reason, she couldn’t quite decide which.

She had expected him to return to her chambers by now, perhaps to grovel or offer some half-hearted excuse for slapping her hand away earlier.

But the night stretched on, and he had not appeared.

Even the maid who usually followed him like a shadow was nowhere to be seen.

Her gaze drifted to the wooden table in the corner, where the scroll he had handed her earlier rested. The memory of his bold declarations flickered in her mind: the way he had spoken with such unshakable sincerity about delivering a love letter to "White Jade Sword," completely unaware that he was speaking to her.

With a soft sigh, she turned away from the window and crossed the room. Her parasol clattered softly as she leaned it against the wall before settling into the wooden chair.

Her cold fingers brushed over the scroll’s edge, her curiosity betraying her usual composure. For a moment, she hesitated. Did she really need to read it? It was likely just nonsense.

But the temptation proved too strong. She unrolled the parchment slowly, her pale fingers lingering on the edges as her eyes began to scan the opening lines.

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The Letter: Part One

"To the Peerless White Jade Sword,"

"You are not merely a woman—you are a celestial masterpiece. When I first heard your name, I thought it belonged to an ancient artifact, a weapon capable of cleaving stars and splitting heavens. But no, it belongs to you, a goddess whose beauty renders the heavens dull."

Bai Yujian’s lips twitched faintly, betraying the smallest hint of amusement. She leaned back in her chair, the scroll resting lightly in her pale fingers.

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"A goddess, am I?" she murmured to the empty room, her tone laced with mockery. "This disciple thinks flattery will earn him merit points."

Yet, as her eyes drifted back to the parchment, she felt a flicker of curiosity. How far will this fool take it?

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The Letter: Part Two

"I know I am unworthy of you. I am but a grain of sand beneath the endless ocean of your brilliance. Yet, I swear this: I will ascend every realm, endure every tribulation, and carve my soul into a blade to protect you. My devotion is eternal, and my love boundless."

Her fingers paused on the edge of the scroll. She exhaled sharply, her usually impassive face softening just slightly.

A grain of sand beneath my ocean? she thought, an odd sensation stirring in her chest. His words were ridiculous, but… sincere. She could almost hear his voice saying them, his usual arrogance replaced with genuine conviction.

"No," she muttered, shaking her head. "Conviction isn’t in him. He’s playing some game."

Yet, her fingers tightened on the parchment as she read on.

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The Letter: Part Three

"I dream of holding your hand, walking beneath starlit skies. I dream of our first date—simple, yet perfect. Beneath a sacred willow, I would pour tea for you, trembling as your lips brushed the cup, each moment burned into my soul like heavenly scripture.*

Her breath caught slightly, and she frowned.

She could almost see it: the two of them seated under the swaying branches of a willow tree, moonlight cascading through the leaves. His hand brushed hers as he poured her tea, his sharp eyes uncharacteristically gentle—

She slammed the scroll onto the table, her spiritual energy rippling faintly. "Ridiculous," she muttered, but her voice lacked its usual icy edge. "He’s never shown me anything close to sincerity."

Yet the scene in her mind, like a leaf caught on a still pond.

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The Letter: Part Four

"Even your robes are sacred. If the dust of the mortal realm dared touch them, I would clean it with my tongue, polishing every thread until it gleamed brighter than the stars."

Her parasol clattered to the floor as her aura spiked, sending a faint tremor through the room.

"With his… tongue?!" she hissed, her face flushing crimson.

The mental image of the scene made its way into her mind: Su Xiaobai kneeling before her, his gaze maddeningly reverent, his lips brushing the hem of her robes— his face unusually sincere as he murmured, ’For you, Master.’

She shook her head violently, banishing the thought. "What insanity is this?!"

Her aura swirled around her, cooling the heat rising to her cheeks. She considered tossing the scroll into the nearest brazier but hesitated, her curiosity proving far too stubborn.

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The Letter: Part Five

"But even this is not enough. I dream of worshipping at your feet, kissing them until my lips are swollen, offering my back as your eternal throne. My unworthy body exists solely to carry your divine weight."

Her aura surged wildly, the air in her chamber growing heavy as her face burned a deep crimson.

"Divine weight?" she exclaimed, slamming her palm against the table.

The image of Su Xiaobai—his usual smirk replaced with sincerity—kneeling at her feet, his lips brushing the curve of her ankle, burned unbidden into her thoughts.

"This boy…" she muttered hoarsely, pacing furiously. "Has he gone insane?!"

She rubbed her temples, trying to suppress the vivid mental images. ’This has to be some kind of test of fate.’

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The Letter: Part Six

"But most of all, I dream of undressing you. My trembling hands would slip beneath your robes, tracing the perfection of your skin. Your soft cries would echo like the sweetest hymn, carving themselves into my soul for eternity."

She exploded, shaking the chamber as her parasol flew across the room.

"WHAT?!" she shouted, her voice reverberating through the walls.

But the words had already sunk into her mind, refusing to leave. She could almost feel his hands, his lips grazing the curve of her neck, his voice murmuring her name like a prayer—

Her fist clenched, and she forced herself to her feet. "This is filth!" she snapped, pacing with sharp, angry strides.

Yet despite her protests, her gaze kept drifting back to the scroll.

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The Letter: Part Seven

"Even if I can never touch you, I would carve my devotion into the stars themselves. The heavens would be my parchment, the cosmos my ink. Every living thing would know of my love for you."

Her breath caught, and she froze. The sheer absurdity of his words—and the unshakable sincerity behind them—sent an unbidden warmth curling in her chest.

She slammed the scroll shut, breathing heavily as she sat down. "This disciple… what is he thinking?"

Her eyes flickered to the window, her thoughts spinning. She had half a mind to summon him and demand an explanation, but the very idea made her cheeks burn.

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Outside the Sect Grounds.

Su Xiaobai lounged comfortably beneath a sprawling tree, arms crossed behind his head as he gazed at the stars. The cool night breeze carried the faint aroma of roasting meat, mingling with the soft crackle of a small fire nearby.

"I don’t know why," he muttered, a sly smile curling his lips, "but I feel like someone’s cursing me right now."

Abruptly, he sneezed, rubbing his nose with an exaggerated sniff. "Or maybe they’re just thinking about how handsome I am. Can’t blame them, really."

Xiao Lu, crouched by the fire and meticulously turning a spit of meat, rolled her eyes so hard it seemed they might stick. "Master, could you try being humble just once in your life?"

Su Xiaobai waved her off lazily, his smirk deepening. "Humble? Impossible. A man destined for greatness can’t afford to be ordinary. How could I, Su Xiaobai, be anything but extraordinary?"

Xiao Lu muttered under her breath, tossing another log into the fire. "Fine, fine. You’re extraordinary, Master. But even the great and mighty Su Xiaobai still can’t hunt for himself."

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Far Away, in the Royal Palace.

Deep within the grand halls of the royal palace, Wei Jun paced back and forth, his hands wringing together as anxiety etched lines across his pale face.

"Has Brother Su delivered it yet?" he mumbled, clutching at his hair. "She must have received it by now. She has to fall for me this time!"

Straightening his posture, he puffed out his chest, imagining Bai Yujian swooning over his carefully crafted calligraphy. "There’s no way my letter didn’t work. My passion, my sincerity—they’re unmatched!"

Unmatched indeed—unmatched in how they had stirred utter chaos.