The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 80: Meeting the Big Boss!

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Tap... Tap...

The faint echo of Bai Yujian’s footsteps filled the silence, each step measured, each tap like a drumbeat announcing Su Xiaobai’s impending doom. He trailed behind her like a criminal on death row, his thoughts swirling in evil.

Her last words, "We need to have a proper... conversation," hugged to him like a leech, sucking away any hope of this being just another casual stroll.

’What kind of ’conversation’ needs a scenic hike up the sect’s grandest peak?’ he wondered bitterly, his gaze drifting upward.

The grand staircase stretched endlessly into the heavens, lined by waterfalls that shimmered like liquid jade—pretentious, and entirely unnecessary, just like most things in this world.

"Where are we going?" he asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Bai Yujian moved with her usual unhurried grace, her parasol swaying lightly in her grip.

She gave no answer.

Eventually, they stopped before a narrow archway carved seamlessly into the mountainside. Its runes pulsed faintly with an otherworldly glow, practically screaming: Trespassers will be obliterated.

"This will be your residence moving forward," Bai Yujian said, her tone as flat as her interest in his opinion.

Su Xiaobai blinked. "Wait, my own residence?"

Her gaze shifted to him, icy and unimpressed. "Did you expect to live in a chicken coop? You are my personal disciple, not some nameless sect drifter."

He raised an eyebrow, muttering under his breath, "Considering how I’ve treated you so far, I wouldn’t blame you for chucking me into a chicken coop."

She ignored him and gestured for him to enter.

Buzz~

Inside, the air hummed faintly with spiritual energy. The polished stone floors gleamed with embedded spirit veins, pulsing in time with the mountain’s heartbeat. A skylight above bathed the room in ethereal moonlight, which cascaded onto a pristine jade bed.

Shelves lined the walls, still empty but clearly waiting for manuals, treasures, or whatever other nonsense the sect thought he’d earn. An adjoining meditation chamber glimmered invitingly, its aura practically whispering, Work harder, loser.

"Personal disciples of peak lords are afforded certain privileges," Bai Yujian explained coolly. "This cave is outfitted with a spiritual gathering array. It will amplify your cultivation efforts. You are free to use it as you see fit—so long as you don’t squander the opportunity."

Su Xiaobai whistled low as he strolled through the room, "Well, this is... extravagant. Definitely better than the damp dorm I was expecting."

However, as his gaze wandered, his eyes fell on a peculiar inscription carved into the wall in bold, elegant script:

[Disciple Su Xiaobai’s cultivation progress: 2%.

Love letter writing skills: 200%.]

His smile froze.

"...What the hell is this?"

Bai Yujian’s stoic face betrayed a flicker of amusement. "Truth, as recorded by the mountain itself. Do you take issue with it?"

Su Xiaobai ran a hand down his face, groaning, "Elder, are we really doing this? Are we playing ’Who Can Roast Who Better’ now?"

Her lips curved slightly, a faint smile breaking her icy veneer. "Did I lie?"

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’This woman... Is she seriously messing with me?’

The love letter wasn’t even his fault.

Su Xiaobai forced a calm smile, though his thoughts were disdainfull, ’I, a modern villain from the twenty-first century, believe in driving sports cars and taking shortcuts—not delivering love letters like some middle school fool.’

However, after a moment of frustration, he added, "Well, thank you for the luxurious accommodations. I’ll be sure to engrave your generosity into my heart—or perhaps onto the walls next time."

She turned without comment, her parasol swaying as she headed for the exit. Over her shoulder, she said, "Once you’re done settling in, come to the sect hall. The sect master wishes to see you. As for your little incident outside, it’s up for review..."

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In the Cave.

Thud!

The moment Bai Yujian left, Su Xiaobai flopped onto the jade bed like a dead fish. The cool surface kissed his bruised body, dragging a groan out of him that sounded like a dying donkey.

"Fancy place," he muttered, eyeing sunlight pouring through the skylight. "Feels like I should be sacrificing virgins to it."

He let out a snort, shaking his head. "The sect master, huh?" A grin tugged at his lips. "Guess my little act impressed the big boss."

His plan had been straightforward—join the sect, snatch some treasures, and disappear. But noooo, one little "accident" at the entrance ceremony, and suddenly everyone was calling him "heaven’s favored genius."

Now, blending in was about as likely as sneaking past a dragon with a dinner bell tied to his ass.

"If you can’t hide," he muttered, smirking, "then blind them with your brilliance."

He stretched out lazily, his eyes gleaming. If they wanted a prodigy, he’d give them one. He’d drink their resources dry, hide behind their protection, and climb the ladder while they patted themselves on the back for "raising a genius."

Challenging the outer court en masse?

Risky, but worth it.

He’d just raised his value like a rare auction item.

"Resources, protection… maybe even a way to deal with that blowhard Elder Liu," he thought, grin turning wicked. "All they have to do is think I’m worth more alive than dead."

Still, things hadn’t been smooth.

"That fat bastard," he growled, remembering the loudmouth disciple who almost blew his cover.

Then there was Bai Yujian—his "master," the White Jade Sword. Her presence was a wild card that complicated everything.

Likely, the higher-ups saw through his act, a reminder that while he could pretend to be heaven’s chosen, they weren’t blind.

"No problem," he muttered, voice low. "Too late for them to stop me now. They need me. If they don’t know it yet, they will soon."

He leaned back, eyes narrowing. Worst case? They left him to fend for himself. But with three hundred thousand contribution points in the bag and seven hundred thousand more to go, the Astral Gate Array was still in reach.

"If they won’t help me, I’ll strip this place clean and reach my goal anyway," he said, his tone icy but determined.

Sitting up, he dusted off his robes like a peacock preening. "Mid-stage Core Formation already," he muttered, the smallest flicker of pride slipping out.

The recent fights had shoved his cultivation forward.

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"Life-and-death brawls—nature’s cheat code," he added with a dry laugh.

His gaze flicked to the glowing spiritual veins under the bed. "Pain is progress, suffering is strength... What kind of sadist wrote the rules of this world?"

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Standing, he adjusted his robes, every move slow and deliberate. His face was blank, but his eyes burned with sharp intent.

Whatever the sect hall had planned, he’d twist it to his advantage.

Let them bask in their illusion of control. By the time they realized the truth, the game would already be his to claim.

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An Hour Later — Sect Hall

The sect hall buzzed with an unusual tension. Today, it was packed—elders from every peak had gathered, their sharp gazes slicing through everything like invisible swords.

Hiss~!

The moment Su Xiaobai stepped inside, it felt as if the weight of a hundred eyes pinned him in place, each one scrutinizing him like a piece of meat tossed into a den of starving lions.

If not for Bai Yujian at his side, there was no way in hell he’d willingly walk into this den of monsters. Whatever awaited him here, it wasn’t going to be pretty—but backing out now wasn’t an option.