The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 83: Money Grubber!

Back in the Trial!

"Tick-tock, warrior," the shadow sneered, its voice colder than a winter night on Frost Peak. "Make your choice—or let them all die."

Su Xiaobai’s grip tightened on the dagger, his lips pressing into a thin line. A whisper escaped him, soft but sharp: "This isn’t right…"

Cultivation was freedom. The path of rebellion. A giant middle finger to the heavens, the earth, and anything else that thought it could control you. Rules? Restrictions? That was for mortals who didn’t know how to dream big.

And yet here he was, caught in a formation that demanded he play executioner. It was wrong—so wrong it made his skin crawl.

The shadow let out a low, mocking laugh, its voice echoing like the bastard child of thunder and mockery. "Right? Wrong? Don’t kid yourself. The path of cultivation isn’t built on sunshine and daisy fields—it’s built on blood. On sacrifice. If you don’t have the guts to make the hard choices, you’re nothing but a weakling waiting to die."

Its tone turned sharper, more menacing. "You already know this, don’t you? How many bodies have you left behind already? How much blood stains those hands of yours? You think the future’s going to be any different?"

The words hit like a slap, and Su Xiaobai flinched. But then it clicked—this wasn’t just a test. The shadow wasn’t some random boogeyman conjured by the formation.

No, this thing was him.

The mist curling tighter around him like a jealous lover. The figures in the distance grew hazy, their faces fading into the void.

His heart raced. He felt trapped, the walls closing in.

"Choose," the shadow demanded, its tone slashed with finality.

But then, like a heavenly slap to the back of his head, realization struck.

His panic stilled, his breath evened.

The weight lifted.

A slow smirk crept across Su Xiaobai’s face. He straightened, the trembling in his hands vanishing like smoke in the wind.

"I won’t choose," he said, his voice low but resolute.

The shadow’s form flickered, its head tilting in mock confusion. "Then you will all perish. Weakness has no place on this path."

"Weakness?" Su Xiaobai scoffed, his smirk widening. "No, weakness is letting someone else pull your strings. And if you think I’m going to play your little game, you’re dumber than you look."

Without hesitation, Su Xiaobai spun, gripping the dagger tightly.

Puchi!

He drove the blade straight into the shadow’s chest, the force of his strike carrying the weight of his rebellion.

The shadow’s scream was a mix of shock and rage, its form convulsing violently. "What—"

CRASH!

The blade shattered, a deafening shockwave tearing through the chamber. The mist evaporated in an instant, the distant figures exploding into motes of light.

The shadow disintegrated with a final scream, its form vanishing into nothingness.

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Outside the Chamber.

"What the—?"

Bai Yujian, Zhu Qing, and Zhao Tianxuan spoke in unison, their shock momentarily uniting them—a rarity in itself.

Inside the mirrored formation, the trial wasn’t just completed—it was obliterated.

"Did he…?" Han Xuan began, his brows shooting up in disbelief.

"Oh, he did," Zhu Qing said, letting out a low, incredulous laugh. "The boy didn’t just beat the trial—he broke the whole thing."

Zhao Tianxuan pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse. "This… this is exactly why outer court disciples shouldn’t touch this test."

Xu An, the awkward enforcer, cleared his throat. "Should we… you know… be concerned that he just destroyed an ancient sect treasure?"

"Concerned?" The Fire Peak Elder finally broke his silence, his voice sharp and brimming with amusement. His grin was all predator, more wolf than man. "I’m not concerned—I’m impressed. Breaking rules and formations? The boy’s got guts."

Han Xuan chuckled, shaking his head. "Kid’s got more than guts. He just declared war on the trial itself. I like him already."

Bai Yujian said nothing, her frosty gaze fixed on the remnants of the formation. Then, without a word, she turned and darted toward the collapsing chamber’s exit.

"Hm? Where’s Elder Bai?" Zhao Tianxuan asked, glancing around as the others realized she was gone.

But Bai Yujian wasn’t the only one quick on her feet. Unknown to her, someone else had already slipped away—faster and quieter than even the Sect Guardian herself.

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Inside the Chamber.

Zhu Qing moved through the collapsing chamber with graceful steps, her green robes untouched by the debris swirling around her. Her snow hair glinted faintly in the dim light as she weaved through the falling debris with an unbothered elegance.

"Where is he?" she murmured, her tone soft but edged with irritation.

Her emerald eyes locked onto Su Xiaobai, who stood frozen at the center of the devastation. His gaze was fixed on the spot where the shadow had vanished, as if it had left something behind.

"Still staring at that damn thing?" Her voice echoed through the ringing silence, smooth yet commanding. She closed the distance between them with a few strides, her expression calm but undeniably firm. "Are you planning to die here, or can we leave now?"

Her sharp words jolted Su Xiaobai from his daze. Without giving him a chance to reply, Zhu Qing reached out, her touch light yet unyielding, and pulled him toward the exit.

"What were you thinking, just standing there?" she asked once they were out, her delicate fingers brushing dust off her pristine robes.

Su Xiaobai blinked, his mind still shaking from the shadow’s final words:

[You think breaking me will set you free?] it had hissed, its writhing form shattering into nothingness. [Foolish boy. You’ve merely traded one cage for another. The ones above are always watching.]

He shook the thought from his head, forcing a weak smile as he leaned against a nearby rock. "Thanks, Elder Bai. I can see now why everyone says your heart’s as vast as the heavens."

"?!"

Zhu Qing arched a perfect brow, her expression unreadable.

"Elder Bai?" she repeated, her voice a touch colder now. "I wasn’t aware I had turned into her shadow. Tell me, boy—what does that make me, a ghost?"

Her words caught him off guard, and his gaze lifted to meet hers properly for the first time. She wasn’t Bai Yujian. The woman before him was striking in every sense—silver hair flowing like moonlight, a faint flower etched over her eye, and an aura that danced between elegance and danger.

"You’re…"

Before he could finish, Zhu Qing placed a single finger over her ruby lips, silencing him. "Shh," she whispered, her tone low and sultry. "The others will be here soon. Let’s not waste time."

She leaned in slightly, her eyes glowing faintly as she spoke. "How about you join my Mystic Vein Peak? I could teach you things no one else could. You’d be my most treasured disciple."

"!!"

Su Xiaobai blinked, stunned. ’Did this woman just ask me to ditch Elder Bai?’

He narrowed his eyes slightly, smirking faintly as he crossed his arms. "Impossible."

Zhu Qing’s lips twitched. Could this man not even pretend?

He was tempted—obviously. How could he not be? Bai Yujian was a blade honed to perfection, sharp and unmatched. To grab her was to risk losing a hand—or worse. No matter how he reached for her, she would cut him down without a moment’s hesitation.

But Zhu Qing? She wasn’t a sword; she was a lotus. Soft, charming, and dangerous in her own way. The kind of trap that lured men with beauty, only for them to step into the mud and sink deeper than they’d ever imagined.

Would he bite? Probably not. But appreciating beauty from afar? That didn’t seem like a crime.

His gaze wandered. Her figure… well, it demanded attention. Those curves, especially her chest—Bai Yujian could keep hers hidden under layers of robes and frost. Zhu Qing? She let the world know. And Su Xiaobai liked that. He liked that a lot.

"Touch."

"Huh?"

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His head snapped up, his thoughts shattering as Zhu Qing’s words sank in. She was smiling now, her lips curling like a devil offering forbidden fruit, her finger still pressed against them.

"Touch it," she said again, her tone teasing, almost mocking. "Quickly."

Su Xiaobai blinked, his brain stumbling over itself. Was this still the same tribulation realm expert? He arched a brow, leaning back slightly. "I need contribution points."

"Five hundred thousand," Zhu Qing shot back, her gaze darting around like a guilty thief checking for witnesses.

"Seven hundred thousand," Su Xiaobai countered without missing a beat.

"Deal," Zhu Qing agreed instantly, inwardly cursing him for being such a money-grubbing bastard.

She’d thought he was the lustful type, easy to manipulate, but this guy…

"Good." Su Xiaobai smirked, but before anything else could happen—

"Where are those two!?"

The voice echoed through the ruins, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Ah!?" Zhu Qing yelped, straightening as more elders began pouring into the chamber.

"There you are…" Zhao Tianxuan appeared first, his tone laced with relief as he spotted the pair. Behind him, the other elders filed in, their gazes sweeping over the destruction with a mix of awe and frustration.

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Su Xiaobai, ever the picture of innocence, simply turned and strolled toward Bai Yujian without so much as a glance back. His posture was calm, his expression serene—as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Qing, however, wasn’t so composed. Her gaze followed him, her mind shaking. Why did it feel like… like this bastard had stolen a quick scoop of her chest in all the commotion?

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, though her lips curved into a stiff smile as she addressed the rest of the elders.

This man…

As the others moved past her, inspecting the remnants of the chamber, she stayed for a moment longer. Watching. Thinking. Su Xiaobai wasn’t as innocent as he pretended to be. Destroying the trial formation instead of bending to its rules? That was the kind of heresy even the heretic sects would applaud.

Her lips curved further, her gaze gleaming with interest. Interesting…

Bai Yujian, oblivious to the chaos in Zhu Qing’s mind, was inspecting Su Xiaobai with clinical precision. "Are you injured?" she asked, her tone softer than usual as she checked him over.

And Su Xiaobai? That bastard looked like he was enjoying the attention.

Wolf in sheep’s clothing, Zhu Qing thought with a scoff. Bai Yujian still seemed to see him as an innocent rabbit, but Zhu Qing wasn’t so easily fooled.

"Are you alright, Qingqing?" Zhao Tianxuan’s voice interrupted her thoughts, his concern thick in his tone.

She snorted, brushing him off with a flick of her wrist. "Perfect," she said curtly before striding away, her hips swaying with deliberate elegance.

Zhao Tianxuan’s gaze lingered on her retreating figure, a strange look flickering across his face—regret? Longing?

The other elders exchanged uneasy glances. They all knew the rumors. Zhao Tianxuan had broken off an engagement with Zhu Qing years ago.

And now he was pretending to care?

But no one said a word, brushing it off as a sect master’s concern for his subordinates. None of them suspected the deeper story lurking beneath.