The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 85: Plot Twist (1)

The capital... Yes, the Dragon Spirit Sea.

That was her move.

If Su Xiaobai could break through to Earthly Rebirth Realm there, the odds would shift. He didn’t need to win against all ten challengers—five victories would be enough to slap the doubters into silence.

But it wasn’t just about his promotion. When Su Xiaobai had smashed the trial formation, she saw something no one else did: the guts to flip the bird to the old ways. The sect had been riding its traditions straight into the grave, choking on ancient rules while the world moved on.

The Xiantian Sect, once a powerhouse boasting Great Ascension masters and even a Human Immortal, was now limping along with only three Great Ascension cultivators.

The sect’s mysterious healer, Xu Tianran, was reliable as a guardian, sure—but Zhao Tianxuan?

Still stuck at the initial stage.

A strong breeze could knock that guy out.

And Bai Yujian herself? She’d been standing at the peak of the Great Ascension Realm for centuries, one step from transcending. But the sect’s decline had chained her here. Leaving now to seek her breakthrough wasn’t just risky—it was a death sentence for the sect.

Yet Su Xiaobai’s defiance gave her hope. If he could rise—and if Zhao Tianxuan stopped being useless—she could step away, however briefly, and finally break through. Maybe even drag the sect out of its endless spiral while she was at it.

The boy didn’t realize it, but he could lead the sect into a new age. People followed him. Even that maid of his, Xiao Lu, had chosen him over the sect itself. And while Su Xiaobai was too busy grumbling to notice, he already had hundreds of admirers in the outer court.

Did he see it?

Nope. He was too busy stomping off to his quarters.

"Where are you going?" Bai Yujian called after him, exasperation bleeding into her voice.

Su Xiaobai didn’t even look back. "Stop making decisions for me. You’re not my wife, my mom, or my master."

Hands tucked smugly into his robe, he sauntered off, radiating the energy of someone who thought the world should bend to his whims.

What did she expect? That he’d happily fight ten Nascent Soul disciples just because she decided it was "character building"? Inner court status? Contribution points? Please. Zhu Qing could get him those without the whole ’almost dying’ part.

Honestly, joining her peak sounded like the better deal at this point. He could just kick back in the outer sect, nap, and wait for her to come around.

As for the sparring match in two months? Even if he could beat them, why bother?

The peak lords weren’t sending challengers to spar—they were sending executioners. Sparring? Just a fancy term for "grave digging" in this world. Su Xiaobai wasn’t complaining, though; he’d mastered the same "accidental" technique himself.

Yesterday, he’d already crippled half a mountain’s worth of disciples without even trying to kill anyone.

And now she expected him to line up as her sacrificial lamb? Yeah, no.

If this was about that love letter incident, she should’ve just said it to his face. Torture disguised as "opportunities"? Nice try, but he wasn’t buying it.

"..."

Bai Yujian watched Su Xiaobai leave, her expression as frozen as her reputation. Did he just walk away? No disciple had ever dared show such blatant disregard for her authority.

Her hands tightened at her sides, nails pressing against her palm. She could crush him with a flick of her wrist. Yet she stood rooted, watching his retreating back.

Why?

She didn’t know whether to feel insulted, amused, or something far more dangerous. Sadness? Anger? For the first time in centuries, Bai Yujian felt an unfamiliar ache she couldn’t name. If it weren’t for the patience forged by thousands of years, she might have dragged him back by his collar and personally taught him how to address an elder.

The core disciples who had witnessed the spectacle stood frozen, wide-eyed.

"He just left…" one murmured, breaking the silence.

"Elder is going to lose it," another whispered.

But Bai Yujian didn’t. Instead, she turned and walked away, leaving the disciples dumbfounded.

"What just happened? Did they have a lovers’ spat or something?"

"Shouldn’t she beat him to a pulp? Why’s she letting him off?"

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As Bai Yujian walked, her mind spun in a hundred different directions.

She hated to admit it, but perhaps she’d been too heavy-handed. Ten Nascent Soul disciples, ’properly prepared’, were a different beast compared to Huang Shao’s sloppy arrogance. Expecting him to overcome such odds was madness.

She clenched her jaw. She had seen the spark of rebellion and potential in Su Xiaobai—the traits of a leader who could shake the sect from its stagnation. She had acted on excitement, seeing in him the heir the sect so desperately needed.

But he wasn’t wrong to be frustrated. He wasn’t her tool, and she had treated him like one.

I’ve gone too far.

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Back in Su Xiaobai’s Quarters!

"Hm? You’re back, Master?" Xiao Lu’s soft voice broke through the quiet as Su Xiaobai strode into the room, drenched in sweat and irritation.

Unlike him, Xiao Lu’s day had been easy. Choosing to remain a maid rather than a disciple, she had no obligations beyond lounging in the quarters he provided.

Su Xiaobai ripped off his soaked robe, tossing it aside. "Yeah. That insane woman nearly killed me with her nonsense today."

"What happened?" Xiao Lu asked, sitting up as Su Xiaobai headed toward the small pond to soak.

He launched into a frustrated retelling of Bai Yujian’s unreasonable expectations. By the end, Xiao Lu sighed softly. "It sounds like you two have fallen out."

"Fallen out?" Su Xiaobai sneered as he stepped into the water. "That implies we were on the same side to begin with."

Xiao Lu’s gaze softened. If he decided to leave the sect, she would follow him. The sect had nothing to offer her beyond its grandeur—a grandeur she could live without.

Still, she liked the life of a cultivator. The sprawling mountains, the endless halls of the sect, the faint taste of qi in the air—it had been a dream come true. If not for Su Xiaobai, she’d never have even realized her potential.

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Her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed Su Xiaobai’s sharp gaze land on the object beside her.

"What’s that?" he asked, frowning.

Xiao Lu blinked, then glanced at the wooden coffin she had nearly forgotten about.

"Oh, this? Elder Bai left it here after you left. She said it’s yours."

"...Mine?" Su Xiaobai’s eyes narrowed. His heart skipped a beat as he approached the coffin, his steps slow and cautious. For a moment, he thought of Yue’er’s coffin from the Emperor Tian Yu’s cave. But this one was different—simpler, cruder. It lacked the mystical apperance of Yue’er’s tomb.

And yet…

He felt something familiar radiating from within.

His chest tightened for no reason, and without hesitation, he flung the lid open.