The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 87: Delusional Pro Max!

Su Xiaobai’s chest tightened, fury boiling over like molten lava ready to erupt.

A sick joke? A pointed jab at his formation failure two days ago?

Fine.

If Bai Yujian thought she could toy with him, she’d soon learn the hard way. His fingers brushed his storage ring, where a ’last’ bottle of aphrodisiac rested—a stolen trophy from the Institute of Science.

Risky? Sure. Insane? Maybe.

But fuck it. If this cold-hearted goddess wanted to play games, he’d flip the board. He’d shove the script down her throat, screw her brains out, and feed her to his Devouring Thorny Flower.

A grin slid across his face, darker than night.

"Let’s see how you like being the one who’s played," he muttered.

Bai Yujian, unfazed as ever, met his bloodshot gaze. Her tone was maddeningly calm: "I found her the day your formation malfunctioned." Arms crossed, words flat. "Didn’t tell you earlier. Needed to confirm. After you stormed off, I tracked the Qi traces into the wilderness. And there she was. Alive."

What she didn’t mention was how that

godforsaken letter had sealed her decision.

That’s what brought her here.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai’s mind splintered like a poorly forged spirit sword.

Fuck.

Sure, he’d considered this possibility. But hearing it confirmed? Like getting sucker-punched by a celestial beast mid-breakthrough.

For thirty minutes, he’d been planning how to ruin everything—the high-ups, Bai Yujian, his own dignity, all of it. Drugging her? Done deal. Humiliation? Practically scripted. Feeding her to his Devouring Thorny Flower? Cherry on top.

And now?

"This… isn’t a prank?" His voice cracked as his eyes shifted to Xiao Mei, lying silent in the coffin.

Alive.

His breath hitched, gaze softening as it lingered on her delicate face.

She was here. She was real. The formation hadn’t been a failure after all.

If—no, when—she woke up, she’d have answers: about their family, their shattered lives, everything. The months of guilt and rage he’d carried like a mountain on his back, whispers that every wasted second might cost another life… finally, those whispers began to fade.

Relief hit him like a collapsing dam. For the first time in months, he could breathe.

And then his gaze fell on Bai Yujian again.

Her frosty beauty had always seemed untouchable, like a snow-capped peak best admired from afar. But now, standing here in a simple robe, strength and elegance woven into her very being, she looked… different.

She hadn’t needed to do any of this

But she’d gone out of her way. For him.

No payment. No manipulation. No strings.

Su Xiaobai wasn’t used to that. He wasn’t used to anyone doing something for him without an angle, without being pulled into his schemes.

And yet, here she was. Calm. Indifferent on the surface. But he wasn’t blind.

Everyone had misunderstood her.

The calmness on her otherwise flawless face wasn’t indifference—it was resolve. She had made this choice on her own, without asking, without waiting for his gratitude. Read new chapters at novelbuddy

His lips twitched into a small, uncharacteristically soft smile. His gaze locked on her shimmering eyes.

And then it happened.

"I think—I love you."

The words slipped out, casual as breathing—something he used to say on Earth when someone did something awesome, like lending him money or saving his ass. No romance, no thought—just instinct.

But here, in this world? Those words were like setting fire to a powder keg.

Before Bai Yujian could react, he stepped forward and hugged her.

Whoosh~!

Warm. Soft. Fragrant.

Her scent—lotus, faint and teasing—lingered in his nose. But then came the real suprise: something firm pressed against his chest.

His eyes darted down, sharp and appraising.

Twin jade peaks. Proud, rounded, and barely restrained by thin silk.

Bigger than Zhu Qing’s.

A wicked grin tugged at his lips. So, the sword fairy’s been hiding these mountains?

"Poof."

Bai Yujian’s phoenix eyes widened, her body stiff in his arms, her mind spiraling.

Did he just say he loves me?

And then the memories of that letter slammed into her.

That stupid, ridiculous letter. Starlit strolls, eternal devotion—she’d tried to burn its absurd sincerity from her mind, but it clung like a curse. And now, this?

Her heart pounded, her thoughts racing.

’Is he serious? Did he just confess again?’

’Does he not realize I am the White Jade Sword?’

’Elder and disciple relationships are forbidden!’

But then she remembered—he didn’t care. He’d once confessed he’d marry her, even if she were an ugly witch, not even knowing she was the White Jade Sword.

’An ugly witch!’

Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai stepped back, utterly oblivious to the chaos brewing in her head.

To him, the hug was just… habit. A reflex. A leftover from his old life. As he glanced at her stiff figure, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity.

’Poor girl.’

’She’s so damn awkward. Maybe she’s too shy to admit she cares?’

The thought lingered as he crouched by the coffin, his focus shifting to Xiao Mei.

Her face was serene beneath the shimmering ice. Her life signature pulsed strong and steady. She was alive. Safe.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. ’How the hell do I get her out of this thing? If I try anything stupid, might give Bai Yujian the wrong idea. She’ll think I’m confessing again.’

Little did he know, his cursed tongue had already set the wheels in motion!

Behind him, Bai Yujian stood frozen, one hand hovering over her chest, trying to calm the pounding in her heart.

She watched him, crouched by the coffin, completely indifferent to the chaos he’d unleashed.

Her mind screamed: Does he not realize what he just said?

But Su Xiaobai?

All he cared about was the coffin, Xiao Mei, and figuring out how to open it without Bai Yujian adding ’grave robber’ to his list of sins.

And then it hit him.

My sugarmommy.

Yes, Bai Yujian deserved the title. If she asked again, he’d plunge into hell, slap a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators across their smug faces, and come back with their heads—and wallets. Surely, this frosty empress held the key to his little problem.

He turned to her with his best grin—the kind that made women want to throw him into a lake, only to fish him out and throw him back in again.

But Bai Yujian was spiraling.

"I—I need to think about it," she stammered, mistaking his hopeful gaze as a plea for an answer to his confession.

"Oh," Su Xiaobai’s grin froze, the light in his eyes dimming.

She doesn’t know. That must be why she’d dumped the coffin in his room—hoping he could figure it out.

The two of them were working in sync… in the worst way possible.

Bai Yujian’s heart plummeted when she saw his expression drop. Damn heavens! Was he disappointed? Would he abandon cultivation and wander into depravity?

This was exactly why she avoided disciples. Most of them were slobbering fools or shameless dogs who thought staring at her chest could help them comprehend the mysteries of the Dao.

There was the one disciple who wrote her a poem titled "The Frosty Peaks of Heaven: A Tribute to My Sect Mistress’s Grand Dao of Cleavage."

She’d burned it immediately—but the words haunted her like a tribulation.

Then there were the truly ’delusional’ ones.

And then there was the idiot who claimed her frosty glare had frozen his inner demons. Two days later, he was found carving her name into his cultivation furnace.

But Su Xiaobai? He was different.

He didn’t leer. Didn’t ogle. Not even now, when her robe looked one gust of wind away from revealing secrets that could rewrite the heavenly scriptures.

Does he suppress his desires out of respect for me?

Her lips twitched as the memories of that letter returned. Starlit hand-holding. Eternal devotion. ’Was he restraining himself to prove he’s worthy of my soul?’

Her delusions surged. ’Does he crave my Dao, not my… body?’

Even though he’d stared once—just once—he’d looked away. Not in shame, but as if her parasol was somehow more interesting than the "forbidden wonders" barely concealed beneath her robe.

’How noble.’

Her thoughts spun faster than a tribulation storm, the gears of her imagination roaring like a divine furnace about to ignite the heavens.

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"Let’s…" Bai Yujian started, but her words faltered, a new thought crashing into her mind like a celestial boulder.

"Let’s what?" Su Xiaobai snapped, his annoyance plain. He’d almost thought of a solution—almost—and now she’d interrupted him, making him lose it completely.

Bai Yujian remained silent, her eyes distant, as if contemplating the meaning of the universe itself.

Su Xiaobai frowned, shaking his head. Weird woman. Whatever. Back to the problem at hand. He was considering using his infernal flames to burn the ice.

However, something else was already burning.

It was Bai Yujian’s delusions.

The memory resurfaced: Su Xiaobai, tangled in sheets with his busty maid Xiao Lu, both of them naked under the morning light. Surely, they hadn’t been practicing the Dao like that?!

Her beautiful eyes narrowed. ’Does he want to step on two boats at the same time?’

Her logic twisted itself into knots. ’Then why does he act so sincere around me?’

Another horrifying thought struck her. Oh no. What if he’s just using his maid to… to vent his frustrations?!

Her face burned brighter than an alchemist’s furnace, her thoughts spiraling out of control. Is he waiting for me to make the first move?

The pressure was unbearable. She’d dodged this question once before, but now there was no escape. If she hesitated again, it might shatter their fragile bond forever.

No choice.

Her composure cracked like brittle ice. She blurted out, "Let’s start by holding hands."

"!!"

The room went dead silent.

"Huh?" Su Xiaobai froze, staring at her as if she’d grown a second head.

His eyes darted to the coffin, then back at her glowing, red face. Start by holding hands? What the actual fuck?

"Wait," he muttered, "is this… some kind of secret technique?"

Bai Yujian blinked, caught off guard. "A… secret technique?"

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"To melt the ice," he added cautiously, glancing at her hands.

Her lips twitched. ’So, he truly respects my abilities as a senior!’