The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 97: Tired Bai Yujian!

"You sent him… to a brothel?"

"..."

Zhao Tianxuan froze. He didn’t understand. Was Su Xiaobai cultivating some strange technique that required him to remain pure? Surely not. That kid had the aura of someone who could charm a widow into selling her funeral robes.

But Bai Yujian wasn’t just angry. She was livid. Her mind conjured vivid, unwelcome images... That brat… in a den full of vixens, being devoured whole? The idea made her stomach churn.

Her fists clenched. She wanted to grab Zhao Tianxuan by the collar and shake the stupidity out of him.

How dare he send her disciple into a den of debauchery?

If jealousy were a bonfire, she’d already burned Zhao Tianxuan, the scrolls, and half the sect to the ground.

Zhao Tianxuan, blissfully oblivious, glanced at Xu Tianran for support. The elder leaned back, crossing his arms, his lips twitching into a sly grin.

"Brat, you really don’t know?"

"Know what?" Zhao Tianxuan frowned.

Xu Tianran chuckled. "Her new disciple, Su Xiaobai? He’s been visiting her courtyard. At night. Often. And staying for hours."

Hiss~!

Zhao Tianxuan’s jaw dropped. His face twisted like he’d just bitten into a bitter bug. It couldn’t be true… could it? But as he thought back to Bai Yujian’s reaction, the dots started connecting.

"Damn it," he muttered. His voice was hollow, like a man who had just realized he’d lost his life savings in a rigged gamble.

Just weeks ago, he’d confidently bet with Zhu Qing that Bai Yujian would die single, bitter, and surrounded by her swords. Now, it looked like he owed Zhu Qing a mountain of spirit stones—and his pride along with it

Or maybe not. Maybe there was still hope.

As Bai Yujian’s loyal disciples, it was now their solemn duty to ensure that this ship not only sailed but docked triumphantly at the promised land.

Emergency meeting. Immediately.

If Bai Yujian had even the faintest clue what was cooking in his brain, she wouldn’t hesitate to cook him alive.

Meanwhile, Zhao Tianxuan—oblivious as ever—had no idea about his aunt, A’Jin, the tall, mysterious woman whose very existence was a carefully guarded secret. To the world, she was long dead. A ghost. A shadow.

But if he knew that the towering figure of his aunt had already been climbed and conquered by Su Xiaobai, would he still be so calm?

Probably not.

After all… she wasn’t just his aunt.

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Back in Pleasure Pavilion — Yunnan City!

BAM!

A’Jin kicked her chamber doors open like a debtor on collection day, her robe hugging to her waist like a desperate lover.

"Half the city’s on fire, and I’m stuck cleaning up!" she growled, slamming the door shut, the walls trembling at her fury.

She couldn’t believe it—those brats had burned down half her city and vanished without a trace, leaving her to deal with the mess.

Her gaze fell on the pond at the room’s center. Its cool waters rippled softly, tempting her to dive in and erase the stench of smoke and sweat.

Without hesitation, she stepped in. The water rose along her thick thighs, licking at her skin as if jealous of the sweat. She dropped to her knees, letting the soothing chill crawl up her body, her fists clenching beneath the surface.

The steam curled around her like a clingy ex, but her mind was anything but relaxed.

"If I ever catch that bastard," she muttered, "I’ll hang his balls on a flagpole…"

BANG!

The door exploded open, and A’Jin shot upright like a startled cat.

"!!!"

Water streamed off her, her robe doing little to hide the long legs beneath. Not that it mattered; she wasn’t in the mood to entertain uninvited guests.

"Rong Xin!" she snapped. "What’s the meaning of this?!"

Rong Xin froze in the doorway, guilt written all over her face. "I… uh…"

Before she could stammer her excuses, another figure stepped into view.

Veiled. Silent. Cold.

The aura around this intruder was the kind that made even a street thug think twice before cracking a joke.

"Who the hell are you?" A’Jin demanded, instinctively covering herself with one arm while the other fumbled for the blade she’d left somewhere by the pond. Damn her for trying to look sexy earlier.

The veiled figure didn’t answer. Instead, they raised a hand and tossed something her way.

SPLASH!

A pouch landed in the water, spraying droplets over A’Jin’s chest. She blinked, then snatched it up, shaking off the excess water. "What’s this?"

The figure lowered their veil.

"Bai Yujian!?" A’Jin’s voice rose, her mouth gaping.

Standing before her was the ice-cold goddess herself—Peak Lord Bai Yujian of the Xiantian Sect. Regal. Unapproachable. And glaring at her like a mother catching her daughter with a hand in the family savings.

"Bai Yujian…" A’Jin hissed, clutching the pouch. "To what do I owe this pleasure? I thought you sect types stayed up on your mountains, too busy fondling your swords to deal with us mortals."

Her fingers worked quickly to open the pouch, but the treasures inside made her pause. Spirit stones, jade slips, treasures that practically screamed money—enough wealth to tempt even a monk into buying a brothel.

"What… What is this?"

Bai Yujian stepped forward, "Compensation," she said, her tone frosty. "And a warning. Leave Su Xiaobai alone. Some prey isn’t worth hunting."

A’Jin leaned back against the pond’s edge, letting the water lap at her chest. Her lips curled into a grin, "Compensation, huh? Or desperation? Tell me, Peak Lord, do you always bribe with this much, or am I just special?"

Bai Yujian’s gaze didn’t flinch, though her lips thinned. "Be careful, A’Jin. Testing my patience is a game you’re not equipped to win."

"Testing your patience?" A’Jin snorted. "Lady, you barged into my bath, threw a sack of goodies at me, and now you’re trying to play hard to get. What’s next? You gonna climb in here and wash my back?"

Behind her, Rong Xin made a noise somewhere between a squeak and a cough. "I’ll… just be going." The servant scurried out like a rabbit running from a wolf.

A’Jin chuckled low as she shook the pouch again, its glittering contents catching the candlelight. "So, what’s the price? My silence? My innocence? Hate to break it to you, but both are overpriced."

Bai Yujian snorted, "Don’t flatter yourself. I know about the poison. Be thankful I’m offering you a deal and not carving your name into your grave."

"What—" A’Jin froze, her face flushed with anger and disbelief. "You think I’d waste poison on that spineless brat? If I wanted him dead, I’d just—"

Bai Yujian cut her off with a raised hand. "Save your excuses. Forget him. This is your only warning."

BAM!

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving A’Jin alone with the pouch and a mountain of questions.

"Forget him?" A’Jin muttered, her smile returning. "When things are just getting fun? Not a chance."

She tossed the pouch aside, her mind already spinning. Why would someone like Bai Yujian get involved over a nobody like Su Xiaobai? Was he some secret heir? A hidden prodigy? Or… her boy toy?

Her face burned at the thought. "Tch, lucky bastard."

But before she could dwell on it—

BOOM!

A sword intent exploded through the air, slicing the roof clean off.

Whoosh!

A’Jin’s instincts kicked in, and she rolled to the side just in time to avoid being skewered. Looking up, she saw mountains in the distance—cleaved in half as if the heavens themselves were showing off their cutlery.

"...!"

Her stomach dropped. She heard me.

The Xiantian Sect rarely sent their big dogs down from their heavenly perches, but Bai Yujian? She’d broken every rule just to stomp in here. Walls might have ears, but hers could probably hear someone moaning from another continent.

A’Jin’s eyes flicked to the pouch. She scooped it up, shoving it into her robes with a low hiss.

"Fine. I’ll behave… for now."

Her lips twisted into a defeated smile. Some battles weren’t worth the effort. But others?

Oh, she’d fight them naked if it came to that.

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Back at the Xiantian Sect, night had fallen when Bai Yujian returned, landing on Sword Peak like a lover caught sneaking back into the marital bed after leaving bribe money on the mistress’s nightstand.

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Her arrival was quiet, but her face wasn’t. A faint heat lingered on her cheeks, the kind she hadn’t felt in centuries. Protecting my disciple, she reminded herself, though the excuse tasted hollow.

No, this wasn’t protection. It was possession.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai, blissfully unaware of his master’s existential crisis, had other issues.

"What the hell is going on?" he muttered, peeking out his door.

Bai Yujian’s sharp gaze landed on the scene outside his residence—a winding line of disciples stretching so far down the peak it looked like a sect-wide sale on dual cultivation manuals. Most of them were women, their eyes shining with anticipation, some whispering, some blushing, and all climbing toward Su Xiaobai’s door like it held the secrets to immortality—or something far dirtier.

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

What kind of depraved pilgrimage was this?

Why were all these women gathered here? She’d just dealt with one foolish woman in Yunnan City, and now her disciple had summoned a harem?

Then the memory hit her like a drunk elder falling off a flying sword—her token. She’d left it with him.

Her expression darkened. That little bastard was supposed to buy poison, not…

Wait — Poison?

Her chest seized, the realization blooming like a weed she couldn’t pluck.

Oh, no.

In a blur of movement, she surged forward, pushing through the crowd with the grace of a peak lord and the impatience of a scorned woman.

"Move," she said, sending shivers through the crowd.

The disciples barely noticed her arrival. They were too busy whispering to each other in hushed, excited tones.

"I heard Senior Brother Su’s techniques make even the heavens cry!" one girl gushed, her cheeks pink.

"Do you think he’ll let me try them?" another asked, biting her lip.

One particularly bold disciple held a jade slip in hand, muttering something about learning advanced sword grips. Bai Yujian’s eye twitched.

Sword grips? Was this what her sect had come to?

Her fury simmered beneath the surface, her voice soft but cold as she muttered, "I leave for a single day, and already the foxes dig at the henhouse."

She shoved past another disciple, her steps unhurried yet purposeful. The sight of these foolish girls simpering over her disciple ignited a flicker of something unfamiliar in her chest—a deep, irrational urge to unsheathe her sword and carve her name into their affections.

But no. She was Bai Yujian, a cultivator who’d weathered five millennia of storms. She wasn’t going to let the actions of one foolish disciple shake her.