The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 155: Revenge! (1)

"Level 9—Dao-Slaying Blade."

Mei Mei paused, her voice softening.

"…A cut that severs Dao itself."

This was a realm few in history had ever touched.

A single slash that could erase Karma, sever Fate, and even defile the heavens themselves.

A blade that could kill the unkillable.

Su Xiaobai let out a slow, lazy exhale, as if he hadn’t just been told about a sword technique that could castrate the very Will of Heaven.

Then, his lips curled slightly.

"And you, little sister? What level have you reached?"

Mei Mei blinked, before averting her gaze, a faint trace of embarrassment flashing in her eyes.

"Me? Level two… only. I did not put much effort into it."

Su Xiaobai chuckled, tapping his fingers against his knee. "For someone who barely practices, you’re already enough to put most so-called geniuses to shame."

Mei Mei huffed, puffing her cheeks slightly. "I wouldn’t be far behind you if I actually trained, you know." Explore new worlds at novelbuddy

Su Xiaobai laughed, but didn’t deny it.

"And what about the Peak Lord?"

Mei Mei’s expression turned contemplative.

"Her?" She tilted her head. "It should be around Level 7—Law-Breaking Blade. She has already formed a Sword Spirit, but has yet to be recognized as a ’Sword Saint,’ so it should be around that level."

Su Xiaobai’s fingers drummed against the wooden table.

Level Seven—Law-Breaking Blade.

That meant Bai Yujian could slice through formations, ignore spatial restrictions, and cleave apart illusions like they were made of paper.

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His gaze flickered toward Mei Mei. "And the difference between Sword Qi and Sword Intent? They sound like the same thing to me."

Mei Mei extended her hand. "Give me your sword, and I will show you."

Su Xiaobai hesitated.

After watching Bai Yujian break his sword like snapping a courtesan’s silk belt, he had trust issues.

Still, he handed it over.

Mei Mei took the crimson blade, fingers trailing along its length—until they reached the place where it had been rejoined.

She didn’t touch it immediately.

Instead, her eyes narrowed.

The thin blue aura pulsed along the fracture line, faint but stubborn, like an unwanted hickey that refused to fade.

"You broke it?"

Su Xiaobai sighed. "Not my fault."

Mei Mei snorted lightly, but as soon as she reached out to touch the fracture—

Ssss—!

A sharp burn seared through her skin, and she jerked her hand back, eyes widening.

"What?" Her voice sharpened. "What did you use to fix this?"

Her shocked gaze locked onto Su Xiaobai, but before he could answer, her expression shifted—realization settling in, followed by something colder.

She listened silently as he explained what happened with Bai Yujian.

By the time he finished, her face had darkened.

Then, in a low, firm voice—"Stay away from her."

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow. "Now, now. Since when did my little sister start dictating who I can and cannot play with?"

Mei Mei’s lips pressed into a thin line.

"If needed, we can leave this place," she said, tone unwavering. "She is not someone you should entangle yourself with."

Her voice was steady, but there was a trace of something else.

A quiet fury.

She still remembered the Long Family women.

Arrogant. Unreasonable. Rotten to their very core.

Su Xiaobai had suffered beneath their schemes, but she had suffered too.

If given the chance, she wouldn’t mind returning the favor.

Su Xiaobai, however, merely smirked. "Leave it. If she thinks I’m her dog, she’ll be the one coming back licking, not me."

Mei Mei exhaled sharply.

"Do not let a woman lead you to ruin, Gege."

Su Xiaobai chuckled. "Oh, little sister. Do I look like the type of man to be ruined by a woman?"

Mei Mei did not answer.

She did not believe her brother was weak—far from it.

But Bai Yujian…

Still, if Su Xiaobai wished to play with fire, she would not stop him.

She only hoped he did not lose himself in the flames.

"What is this? Any idea?"

Su Xiaobai’s gaze returned to the blue energy along the fracture of his sword.

Even after all this time, it had not faded.

A stain. A mark of possession.

Mei Mei’s expression hardened. "…That’s not normal."

This time, she coated her fingers with her own Sword Qi before touching the fracture.

But the moment her energy made contact—

CRACK—!

A thin ripple spread through the sword, like an invisible battle between two opposing wills.

Mei Mei immediately withdrew her hand.

Her brows furrowed.

"That’s... troublesome."

Su Xiaobai’s gaze sharpened. "You mean?"

Mei Mei exhaled.

"Sword Intent normally fades with time. But hers hasn’t. That means she left it there deliberately."

Su Xiaobai’s gaze darkened.

So that woman didn’t just break his sword—she branded it.

Mark of a Sword Fairy, huh?

For someone so cold self-righteous, Bai Yujian sure had a bad habit of leaving things dripping with her presence.

If she wanted to mark me, there were better ways to do it.

He chuckled, running his thumb along the faint blue glow pulsing along the fracture.

Before he could think further, Mei Mei’s expression turned grim.

"I saw something similar… The Immortal Execution Order."

Su Xiaobai’s fingers paused.

Mei Mei’s brows furrowed as memories rose from the past.

When the Immortal Execution Order had been placed on them, those cursed swords had followed them endlessly. Their edges were as sharp as Sword Intent, but what made them terrifying was that they never faded—not until they fulfilled their purpose.

Now, looking at the mark Bai Yujian left behind…

It felt eerily similar.

Mei Mei stared at the sword, muttering to herself.

"It should be Sword Will…"

Sword Will.

Su Xiaobai’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Sword Intent was an extension of a swordsman’s power, but Sword Will?

That was something far beyond.

It was the mark of a swordsman whose will refused to die. Even if their body turned to dust, their ’will’ remained in the world.

A power that belonged to legends, not living people.

Even in the Sun Dynasty, those "Immortal Swords" weren’t actual Sword Will. They were just expensive imitations, weapons blessed with formations to mimic the effect.

But Bai Yujian…

She had done it naturally.

A Sword Fairy who leaves her will behind?

That’s interesting.

Su Xiaobai leaned back, tapping his fingers against the sword.

So this was how it felt, huh?

To be hunted.

To be branded.

To have someone refuse to let you go, no matter what.

It reminded him of Sun Liang.

That bastard had tried to hunt him down, acting all righteous, declaring his name before sending people to kill him.

Now that Su Xiaobai had survived?

Oh, he would be returning the favor.

Step one—trap Sun Liang.

Make that arrogant bastard fall into a web he couldn’t escape.

Step two—brand him a traitor.

Let his Dynasty turn against him, force him to run like a rat.

Step three—let the Sword Will hunt him.

Let him run. Let him hide. Let him crawl through the mud, fearing for his life.

Then, at the very end—

Watch him die.

Slowly.

Maybe even while sipping wine with his woman in his lap.

A deep, satisfied chuckle left Su Xiaobai’s lips.

That plan was far off, but oh, it would be beautiful.

For now, though—learning Sword Intent came first.

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Sword Intent was… bullshit.

Unlike Sword Qi and Sword Aura, which at least followed some logic, Sword Intent was the kind of concept that sounded elegant in poetry but made no goddamn sense in reality.

Mei Mei had tried to explain it.

"When you slash against a stone, your intent cuts it even before your blade makes contact."

"It is not the sword, nor the strike—it is the will of the swordsman. Raw, polished, and lethal."

Su Xiaobai scowled.

"So you’re telling me that I can cut something just by wanting it to be cut?"

Mei Mei nodded. "Yes."

"…That’s stupid."

Mei Mei’s lips twitched. "Then don’t learn it."

Su Xiaobai sighed. He couldn’t argue.

He tried. Again. And again.

He slashed with his sword, but the rock remained unscathed.

He focused, willed the cut into existence—but nothing happened.

He even tried staring at the rock with the sheer hatred of a man who had once stubbed his toe in the middle of the night—

Nothing.

Now, he finally understood why most Outer Disciples struggled for years to grasp Sword Intent.

This wasn’t talent—it was masochism.

"Sigh..."

After hours of failure, Su Xiaobai turned to Mei Mei, only to find her slumped over the table, snoring softly.

His eyebrow twitched.

"...Did she just fall asleep?"