The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 68: Chopping Vegetables! Lost Control!

"If she’s not a puppet… then what in the heavens is she?"

But no answer came.

Su Xiaobai lounged on the stage, his posture lazy yet deliberate, like a king too bored to care about his throne. His fingers flicked blood off the trembling crimson sword, its sinister glow dimming, sulking as though mourning the loss of a worthier master.

Behind him, Xiao Hei stood motionless. Her petite frame soaked in crimson. Her smile faint. Beautiful. Terrifying.

The arena was silent, save for the scattered whispers that soon broke through.

"Tch… so it really was a puppet."

"Cheated! Without that thing, he’d be dead meat!"

Most of the complaints came from the failed contestants—resentful voices tinged with jealousy, their bruised egos showing more than their bruised bodies.

But the eight selected disciples stood quiet. Some watched Su Xiaobai with wariness, their earlier confidence shaken. They’d dismissed him as a weakling, yet the sight of him standing over Li Jianfeng’s corpse painted a different picture.

Yu Feiyan, who had once been so sure of her strength, bit her lip. Pale. Silent. Her eyes darted between Su Xiaobai’s mocking grin and the crumpled body of Li Jianfeng, her pride refusing to let her join the whining masses.

Su Xiaobai dusted his hands, his grin widening as his gaze swept over the crowd. His voice rang out, silencing the murmurs like a sharp blade.

"Oh? What’s that noise? A flock of sparrows chirping?" His sneer deepened. "No, wait. It’s the howling of sore losers!"

The murmurs faltered, only to surge back louder.

"He cheated!"

"Without that puppet, he’d be trash!"

"Just lucky! If I’d known, I’d have crushed him!"

Su Xiaobai’s laughter rang, "Lucky? Cheating? If you’d known?" He paused, his grin turning vicious. "Well, you know now. So what’s stopping you? Come! Let’s see if any of you noisy clowns dare step forward."

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The crowd stiffened.

One man, his face red with fury, pushed forward. "Don’t think you’re untouchable just because of that puppet! It’s only a tool. Without it, you’re nothing!"

Su Xiaobai’s smile froze for a moment, his eyes glinting with something darker. Tools? These fools didn’t realize they weren’t dealing with.

"...Fertilizer," he muttered to himself, the word rolling off his tongue like a casual observation.

Elder Han Xuan, who had been quietly observing, narrowed his eyes. "What are you scheming now, boy?"

Su Xiaobai didn’t answer. His gaze swept over the crowd, but he didn’t see people. He saw resources. Walking sacks of Yin Qi.

When Li Jianfeng had died, a faint wisp of Yin Qi had seeped from his body, and Su Xiaobai had remembered. How could he not? It wasn’t like he’d had the chance to rely on this ability before. Hell, he hadn’t even known it existed until recently.

His Devourer Bloodline.

It had awakened only after he’d been slapped—quite literally—into the Immortal Rain Valley, tossed into this dog-eat-dog world like a lamb among wolves. Before that, he was just a clueless brat stumbling through cultivation with no idea he was carrying Yin Qi veins, twisted and incomplete but terrifyingly dangerous.

And oh, how his bloodline loved Yin Qi. It craved it like a drunk reaching for another cup. Now, standing in this arena of whining fools, it was hard not to see the potential.

It seemed fate had carved his path in blood, no matter the life. But hey, he thought with a grin, it’s the higher-ups’ fault, right? Why give me powers like this if they didn’t want me to use them?

He stepped forward, his grin stretching wider. "Elder," he said, his tone casual. "Can I challenge them all? Whoever kills me first gets my spot."

Hiss~~

The arena fell into stunned silence.

Han Xuan blinked, his brows furrowing. "Challenge… everyone?"

"Everyone," Su Xiaobai confirmed, spinning the crimson sword in his hand with casual ease. "Don’t worry, Elder. No deaths, right? I’ll just beat them into the ground. Simple."

He couldn’t kill them. Not technically. But if someone happened to die by accident… well, that wasn’t really his fault, was it?

The thought amused him, but he wisely kept it to himself.

Han Xuan stared at him, half-amused, half-concerned. After a long pause, he nodded. "Very well. But no killing. That was an exception, and I won’t allow it again."

Su Xiaobai’s grin faltered briefly. ’No killing? Then how the hell am I supposed to collect Yin Qi from their corpses?’

On the sidelines, Xiao Yu pinched the bridge of her nose, a weary sigh escaping her lips. "He’s completely insane…" She turned to Fatty Zhou, her expression tense. "Go. Call Elder Bai. Now."

"Huh? Why?" Fatty Zhou cracked a sunflower seed lazily.

"Because if we don’t, this lunatic will get himself killed," Xiao Yu snapped.

Fatty Zhou chuckled, flicking the seed shell to the ground. "Fine, fine… I’ll go. But it’s gonna be a hell of a show before she gets here."

Back in the arena, Su Xiaobai stretched, loosening his shoulders. The challengers—nearly two dozen of them—stepped forward, their faces hard with determination.

Xiao Hei moved beside him. Silent. Deadly.

"Well," Su Xiaobai said, gripping the crimson sword tightly, his grin turning feral. "Let’s get started."

A heavy, a fleeting breath of stillness before it shattered into chaos.

With Xiao Hei at his side, Su Xiaobai charged. The crimson sword blazed in his hands, its flames roaring to life as he met the first wave of opponents. Xiao Hei fought beside him, her movements fluid and terrifying, her small frame cutting through the them like a shadow of death.

It wasn’t a battle. It was a frenzy.

The crowd watched in stunned silence. Even with Han Xuan’s rule of no deaths, Su Xiaobai’s attacks carried humiliation like a poison.

One by one, his challengers fell, beaten and broken, their confidence shattered.

Han Xuan shook his head, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "Reckless. Suicidal. But I like him." He crossed his arms, nodding to himself. ’Even if this idiot loses, I’ll take him into Iron Mountain Peak. This kind of madness can’t go to waste.’

On the stage, Su Xiaobai’s laughter rang out again, sharp and mocking, as he swung the crimson sword at another opponent. Each clash brought him closer to what he wanted.

Because to him, this wasn’t just a fight.

It was like months of pent-up frustration pouring out in one glorious, bloody release.

Su Xiaobai couldn’t deny it—he loved the blood, the thrill, the carnage. He never thought blood would excite him so much until today.

For a fleeting moment, he’d been scared shitless—the sight of Li Jianfeng’s flaming tornado had made his knees wobble. But after exchanging a few blows, he realized the truth. This guy wasn’t shit.

With his body reinforced by stellar energy, Su Xiaobai had the strength to crush even a peak Core Formation cultivator. And Xiao Hei? She was in a league of her own. Her claws sang through the air like a heavenly judgement, slicing her enemies like vegetables. If he hadn’t held her back, she might have turned the entire arena into a slaughterhouse already.

Clink. Clink.

Heavy footsteps interrupted the show. A woman clad in bronze armor approached Elder Han Xuan. Towering over most men, her two-meter-tall frame intimidating. Qi Ling. One of the nine selected disciples.

She stopped a few paces from the elder, her voice sharp. "Elder Han, is it really fine to let this go on?"

Han Xuan raised a brow, glancing at her. Qi Ling’s earlier defeat by Li Jianfeng had been a blow to her pride, and now she seemed oddly satisfied seeing him dead. But her gaze flicked toward the crimson sword in Su Xiaobai’s hand, her tone cautious.

"That blade’s cursed, isn’t it? Should it be used like this in a competition?"

Han Xuan waved her off, a lazy grin on his face. "As long as no one dies, what’s the harm? Let the boy vent." He crossed his arms. "Two disciples in one day—one sturdy mountain and one raving lunatic. What a haul."

"Uh… you might want to look again."

The voice came from behind. Mei Yuelin, the silver-haired woman Su Xiaobai had rejected earlier, strode forward, her expression cautious as she pointed toward the arena.

Han Xuan turned. His grin froze.

"!!"

The arena was drowning in blood.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Heads rolled across the stage, hollow eyes staring back at Han Xuan as if cursing him for letting Su Xiaobai loose.

"..."

Han Xuan’s face darkened. "Enough! Abort the match!"

He leapt into the arena, his aura surging as his glare bore down on Su Xiaobai, who stood with a bitter smile.

"Elder," Su Xiaobai said, raising his hands in surrender. "I… lost control." He shrugged, feigning innocence.

"Lost control?" Han Xuan’s voice was sharp, his gaze darting to Xiao Hei. She was a crimson blur, her blade decapitating another challenger with precision.

"They were too many," Su Xiaobai said, sighing . "She got… overwhelmed."

Han Xuan’s glare turned colder. A puppet master losing control of their creation was a believable excuse, but this brat… This brat was something else entirely.

Han Xuan could see through him—Su Xiaobai was about as innocent as a snake in a chicken coop.

"Enough!" Han Xuan roared, his arm extending like a whip. His qi wrapped around Xiao Hei, pulling her from the arena.

She went limp immediately, her eyes shutting as though someone had flipped a switch.

Han Xuan’s eyes swept over the arena. Blood-soaked bodies littered the ground. Most of the challengers were dead or unconscious.

He exhaled sharply, "You," he said, pointing a finger at Su Xiaobai. "Do you realize what you’ve done? I’ll have to explain this to the Grand Elder!"

"Ah…" Su Xiaobai scratched the back of his head, "That sounds like a… tough job."

Han Xuan’s veins bulged. "You little—"

"I’ll help write the report?" Su Xiaobai offered, his tone tinged with fake sincerity.