The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 77: Angry Bai Yujian!

In Bai Yujian’s Chambers.

Bai Yujian leaned back in her chair, the scroll discarded on the table before her. Her gaze was cold, yet beneath her icy exterior, her thoughts churned like a turbulent storm.

"This night…" she murmured hoarsely, her voice trembling with suppressed rage, "…will haunt me for eternity."

Her fingers twitched as she struggled to remain composed. The memory of the letter burned in her mind, each absurd line rekindling emotions she had buried long ago.

With a sharp inhale, she rose, her expression hardening into resolve. "No," she muttered, gripping her parasol tightly. "I must speak to him. I can’t allow him to continue down this path."

Her gaze drifted to the moonlit window. As an elder of the Xiantian Sect, she had faced countless love-struck disciples in her time. Her presence, radiant and unapproachable, had once sparked countless infatuations, some even leading disciples to abandon their cultivation.

In the end, she retreated into solitude, drawing a boundary not out of preference but necessity—for the sect’s stability.

But Su Xiaobai’s letter…

She clenched her fists. "This is different. This isn’t love—it’s obsession."

Yet it wasn’t merely his words that troubled her. It was the memories the letter had unearthed.

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Memories of the Past.

Five thousand years ago, the Xiantian Sect was founded on a foundation of righteousness, a bastion of virtue in an increasingly chaotic world. Bai Yujian had grown alongside the sect, mentored personally by its first sect master. Yet over time, that foundation had begun to crumble.

The sect’s founder—the man who had raised and taught her—had strayed. What had begun as a righteous bond between master and disciple had twisted into something far darker. He had abandoned the sect’s principles, proposing to her in his madness.

Bai Yujian had been forced to act. She had cleaved his heart in half, an act of mercy shrouded in the guise of justice. To this day, the truth was known only to her—a secret buried to protect the sect’s dignity.

And now, that same story seemed poised to repeat itself, though in reverse.

"Su Xiaobai…" she murmured, pacing her chambers. "Was it a mistake to accept him as my disciple?"

Her gaze darkened as she clutched her parasol. "No. I won’t let history repeat itself. Not again."

As she brooded, a single line from the letter resurfaced in her mind.

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"After my mother passed, the most treasured person in my heart was my little sister… until I met you."

The words froze her. He had never mentioned his family before—not his sister, not his mother.

Her frown deepened as fragments of Su Xiaobai’s behavior began to slot together. His desperation, his obsession—was it all tied to his sister? Was she the "most treasured person" he had mentioned?

She sighed, frustration creeping into her voice. "If this was about his family, why didn’t he simply ask for help?"

Yet the letter hinted at something deeper. His sister was important, yes—but he had placed his master above her.

Her chest tightened. "Me?" she murmured.

Despite herself, Bai Yujian felt a flicker of sympathy. Shaking her head, she resolved, "I must help him."

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The moonlit night stretched on as Bai Yujian stepped outside, her figure drifting weightlessly into the air. The stars shimmered faintly as she flew across the sect grounds, her senses sharpening. If Su Xiaobai truly had a surviving family member, she would find them. If his summoning array had malfunctioned, she would uncover its remnants.

Few in the sect understood her true power. Though she lived under the guise of an elder, Bai Yujian was one of the sect’s silent protectors—a cultivator at the peak of the Great Ascension Realm, standing on the cusp of the Human Immortal Realm.

Her role was simple: to guide the sect along its principles and, when necessary, eliminate those who strayed—even the sect master.

Su Xiaobai had no idea he was playing with fire.

The night blurred as Bai Yujian traversed Yue Country and even ventured into the vast Tianlong Empire. Her divine senses swept through countless towns and cities, searching for traces of his family or his failed astral gate.

Yet, no definitive clues emerged. Her frustration only deepened her resolve.

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Back at the Tree.

Unaware of the storm brewing around him, Su Xiaobai stretched under the tree, yawning. "Tomorrow’s going to be interesting," he said, grinning at the stars.

Xiao Lu glanced at him warily. "Why do you look so ’confident’, Master?"

Su Xiaobai’s grin widened lazily. "Oh, just a hunch."

He had come up with a brilliant plan: if he could take points by defeating others, why not start beating people tomorrow?

Above him, Bai Yujian flew across the mainland, her mind heavy with questions she wasn’t certain she wanted answered.

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Outside the Sect Grounds.

The morning sun beat down on Sword Peak like a fiery bastard with no shame, and Bai Yujian’s face looked like she was one insult away from murdering the sun itself. Twelve fucking hours.

She’d combed through the entire continent like some crazed debt collector chasing late payments, only to land here—on the stone path—looking like she’d been dragged face-first through a charcoal pit and rolled down the mountain for good measure.

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Her once pristine robes? Filthy. Her usually impeccable hair? Loose and wild like she’d gone drinking with demons. Her face, normally so untouchably serene, now wore a thin layer of dust like an insult to her dignity. Bai Yujian was the very picture of an overworked, underpaid immortal who’d been handed the sect’s collective bullshit on a platter.

And the worst part?

Sword Peak was empty.

Not a disciple in sight. No shouts, no grunts, no training. Just silence—dead, suspicious silence.

"What in the nine flaming hells…" she muttered, voice colder than her ex’s heart.

Then she heard it—ROOOOAR.

A thunderous roar erupted across the mountains, loud enough to rattle her teeth. She whipped her head toward the Martial Ascension Arena, where tens of thousands of disciples swarmed like flies on fresh cow shit, screaming and hooting like they were at some heavenly brothel’s grand opening.

"What now?" she hissed.

Her answer arrived in the form of two all-too-familiar figures walking up the path: Hu Mei’er and Hu Jiao’er, the infamous Hu twins.

Now, let’s get this straight—these two weren’t just hot. Calling them "beautiful" would be like calling a dragon "just a lizard." The kind of women whose curves could derail a meditation session, whose smiles could make seasoned cultivators renounce celibacy and beg for punishment. Hu Mei’er, with her soft, honey-dripping voice and demure elegance, was every pervert’s dream concubine. Meanwhile, Hu Jiao’er had that dangerous, brash confidence that made men want to get stepped on—and thank her for it.

The twins came strolling up, their robes tight in all the right places, their long white hair swaying like silk banners in the breeze. Perfection? Sure. But Bai Yujian wasn’t in the mood to appreciate anyone’s tits today.

They froze when they saw her. To be fair, Bai Yujian looked less like the revered Elder of Sword Peak and more like a demoness who’d just crawled out of a warzone.

"Uh… Elder Bai?" Hu Mei’er blinked innocently, her soft voice trying to cover her shock.

Hu Jiao’er, though? That bitch wasn’t subtle.

She let out a long, teasing whistle that echoed through the mountain. "Holy shit, Elder Bai, did you wrestle a dragon last night? And win?"

Bai Yujian’s left eye twitched violently, her grip on her parasol tightening like it was the twins’ necks. "What’s happening in the sect?" she snapped, her voice so sharp it could’ve cut through plate armor. "Why is everyone at the arena?"

The twins exchanged a look—a sly, knowing glance that screamed "we know something you don’t."

Now, anyone who wasn’t a complete moron could see these two were up to no good.

Hell, Su Xiaobai himself had taken one look at them during the disciple selection process and muttered, ’These two? They’re either spies, succubi, or both. I’m not touching that with a ten-foot spear.’

He wasn’t wrong.

On paper, the Hu twins were simple ’newly joined’ outer court disciples—gorgeous, charming, and harmless. But in truth?

The truth was far juicier. Hu Mei’er and Hu Jiao’er were core disciples in disguise, tasked with rooting out spies, irregularities, and all-around nonsense during the selection process. Every tournament, one peak drew the short straw. This year, Sword Peak got screwed.

Hu Mei’er finally cleared her throat, a delicate little sound that would’ve seemed innocent if she didn’t look like a fox about to raid a henhouse. "It’s the new disciple, Elder."

Bai Yujian’s eyes narrowed like a predator spotting prey. "Su Xiaobai…?"

Hu Jiao’er grinned like the devil had just whispered a dirty joke in her ear. "That’s the one. The little bastard’s challenged the entire outer court. Every last one of them."

Bai Yujian blinked. Just once. Then again. "…He did what?"

"It’s true." Hu Mei’er’s smile widened, full of amusement. "He’s been at it since dawn. He’s already wiped the floor with the ranked disciples."

Hu Jiao’er shrugged, stretching her arms lazily. Her robes pulled just so, and Bai Yujian swore she heard the collective groans of a thousand desperate male disciples somewhere in the distance. "It’s honestly embarrassing for them now. We left halfway through. It’s like watching a child beat up sandbags."

Bai Yujian’s knuckles turned white as she gripped her parasol harder, her jaw clenching. This dumbass—this suicidal, arrogant, no-brain idiot—had challenged thousands of disciples? The outer court wasn’t some random group of wannabe cultivators either. Many of them were already at Core Formation or Earthly Rebirth Realm.

"…Does he think he’s a god?"