The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 98: Peak Core formation!

BAM!

The doors crashed open like a dragon’s tail tearing through a mountain.

"Disciple Su—!"

Bai Yujian strode in, her robes snapping in the windless chamber, she’d braced for filth. Sweat, sin, and the usual sludge of human depravity.

Instead—steam.

It slithered through the air like a courtesan’s idle fingers, brushing against her skin as if to test her patience. At its heart, Su Xiaobai lounged in a jade bath, his body glowing faintly blue and black, as if carved by the heavens themselves.

Her eye twitched.

The brat was surrounded by kneeling disciples, their faces disturbingly serene. Meditation? No, this wasn’t calm—it was the resignation of fish circling a net.

"What... is this?"

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No response. Su Xiaobai’s half-lidded eyes barely flickered, his expression hovering somewhere between holy enlightenment and the afterglow of sin.

SPLASH!

The disciples stirred. Without a word, they shuffled out, only to be replaced by another group sliding in with the grim resolve of livestock headed to slaughter.

Bai Yujian’s lips thinned. Her gaze fell to a pile of pouches stacked beside the bath, spilling yin qi into the air. The scent hit her—cloying and sweet, with the undertone of rot, like a flower blooming from a corpse.

— This wasn’t dual cultivation.

No, this was something worse.

"Su Xiaobai, is this what you turned my sect into while I was gone? A brothel disguised as a bathhouse?" Now she regretted it, handing her token over to him like a fool.

"Don’t. It’s necessary."

The single word froze her.

It came from the shadows. Bai Yujian’s head snapped toward the source.

Su Xiaomei.

The younger woman emerged, soft and unassuming as a dewdrop. But her eyes betrayed her—stormy, guilt-ridden.

Bai Yujian’s gaze sharpened. Su Xiaomei: Peak Core Formation at twenty-one. This cursed family had a habit of treating cultivation’s sacred laws like drunken party favors.

"Necessary?" Bai Yujian’s words were a blade wrapped in silk. "For what exactly?"

Her gaze swept back to the line outside. Outer disciples. Inner disciples. Even core disciples—all waiting their turn with the desperation of gamblers clutching losing dice.

"Hu Mei’er? Hu Jiao’er?" Her gaze narrowed at the sight of the twins, normally aloof yet kneeling like the rest.

Just what insanity has her disciple unleashed now?

Bai Yujian’s eyes narrowed further, focusing on Xiaomei. "Explain."

Xiao Mei shifted, arms crossed as if freezing despite the heat. That coffin’s mark still on her, skin pale as though she’d just risen from the grave. "He... absorbed too much yin qi. His body... couldn’t handle it."

"..." Bai Yujian’s brow twitched, her sharp gaze falling on Su Xiaobai, who lounged in the jade bath like a deranged monk.

"Too much yin qi?" Her tone was soft, almost languid, though her words carried the weight of command.

The brat didn’t respond. His pale skin, tinged blue and black, glimmered faintly, as if his veins had been filled with liquid poison instead of blood. He looked both ethereal and ridiculous—a fool caught in a self-inflicted disaster.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Don’t tell me—"

"He consumed them all," Su Xiaomei added before she could finish, her voice firm yet heavy with frustration. Her gaze flicked toward the pile of empty containers.

Bai Yujian’s eyes followed hers, landing on the hollowed pouches that once held the sect’s yin poisons. Her lips quirked into something resembling a wry smile.

"All of them," she murmured. "Bold. Even for him."

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Xiaomei straightened, her expression tense. "It stabilized him. He… he can refine yin qi through his veins, but there was too much. His dantian couldn’t keep up."

Bai Yujian hummed, eyes drifting between the pouches, Su Xiaobai, and her half-naked disciples. "He bites off more than he can chew," she murmured, voice tinged with resentment. "And the rest of you scramble for the leftovers. Sounds right."

The tone shifted—just a hint of something grudging, possessive… A slip. Her brows furrowed, irritation not with him, but with herself.

Xiaomei pursed her lips, mistaking the tone for blame toward Su Xiaobai, and gave a quick, dismissive glance. "He isn’t a burden," she added softly.

"Hm?" Bai Yujian’s brows arched slightly, but she said nothing.

After a moment, the Xiaomei exhaled, her tension easing as she spoke again. "The yin qi he releases isn’t harmful. It’s pure and… beneficial. Sister Lulu broke through to Core Formation just by meditating near him."

"How fortunate for her," Bai Yujian said, tone dry but not unkind. Lulu’s phoenix lineage didn’t matter anymore. Maybe it was the way she devoured Su Xiaobai with her eyes. Or the unconscious competition. Not that Bai Yujian would admit it.

If swallowing bitterness were a cultivation technique, she’d already be a god.

Her gaze lingered on Xiaomei, then shifted to the scene, "And yet, I see outer disciples, inner disciples, even core disciples standing in line. He needs them all?"

Xiaomei nodded. "No matter how many of us help, it’s not enough. His body is overloaded. If he doesn’t release the qi…"

"It will tear him apart," Bai Yujian finished calmly.

Su Xiaomei — didn’t deny it.

Bai Yujian stepped closer to the pool, the suffocating yin qi swirling around her like a restless tide.

She looked down at Su Xiaobai, his eyes half-lidded, his expression hovering between serene enlightenment and sheer exhaustion.

"He always take things too far..." she said softly, her words more a statement than a rebuke.

Her gaze shifted to the line of disciples outside, their faces lit with desperation and faint reverence. A faint sigh escaped her lips. "How long has this been going on?"

"Since evening," Xiaomei replied, her voice quieter now. "He’s been converting the yin qi into profound energy to refine his cultivation, but there’s simply too much. The poisons…" She trailed off, hesitating.

"Should have killed him," Bai Yujian finished again, her tone as steady as her gaze.

Xiaomei looked away, her lips tightening.

For a moment, Bai Yujian said nothing, her eyes tracing the ripples in the pond, the way the excess qi dissolved into the water and was absorbed by the female disciples who rotated in and out with precise efficiency. Despite the insanity of the situation, the system seemed to work—barely.

But her gaze returned to Su Xiaobai.

"All of you. Outside," Bai Yujian said suddenly, her voice carrying a quiet authority that left no room for argument.

"!?"

The disciples hesitated, then scurried out like they were running from a ghost—wary but obedient. Only Su Xiaobai had the guts to talk back to Peak Lord; the rest looked like chickens who’d seen a fox.

Xiaomei, however, didn’t move. She stepped forward instead, lowering herself to the edge of the pond. Splash! Her feet dipped into the water, her body still tense but steady.

"What are you doing?" Bai Yujian asked, her tone sharper now.

Xiaomei’s face lifted, her ocean-like eyes catching the pond’s faint glow. "Helping," she said, short and simple.

Bai Yujian’s frown deepened. "You’re already at your limit. If you push yourself any further—"

"I know my limits," Xiaomei cut in, her tone firm but not disrespectful. "And I wouldn’t stand here if I didn’t trust him. Or you."

Even if Su Xiaobai hadn’t worked his ass off to bring her here, she’d still have done the same. And now, with a touch of respect for his progress... well, things were different.

Bai Yujian went silent, her eyes sharp as knives. Then, a sigh... her lips curving faintly.

"Pride must run deep in your family," she murmured, almost to herself.

Xiaomei said nothing, eyes fixed on the pond, absorbing excess qi, her body faintly glowing as it balanced the energy.

Bai Yujian folded her arms, watching in silence. The girl’s stubbornness... damn infuriating, but admirable too. No denying her resolve.

Bai Yujian’s gaze shifted back to Su Xiaobai, still as stone. Her expression softened... just a hint. Her voice held a quiet reprimand, almost a whisper to herself.

"If you insist on courting death, Su Xiaobai, at least have the courtesy to warn me next time."

She inhaled deeply, a flicker of an idea forming. If this reckless brat wouldn’t stop himself, she’d be finding a new disciple soon.

"You too," she said, turning to Xiaomei, ready to set her plan in motion. "Leave."

Xiaomei didn’t budge. "But—"

Shhk. Bai Yujian placed a hand on her back, then yanked it away with a sharp hiss. A chill, colder than frost, bit into her fingers. Her eyes narrowed. "The eternal ice is still there?"

Xiaomei blinked, then nodded, hesitant. "It’s harmless… but I feel weaker."

Bai Yujian studied her, then sighed, her tone softening. "Go. I’ll handle this."

"But—" Xiaomei’s eyes flickered to Su Xiaobai, her lips pressing into a thin line.

"He won’t die." Bai Yujian’s voice was steady, carrying no room for argument. "Now go."

Xiaomei hesitated, then nodded. "Take care of him."

With that, she turned and left.

Alone now, Bai Yujian shook her head, her lips curling faintly in a mix of resignation and amusement.

She loosened her robe, letting it slip from her shoulders. Pale skin met the moonlight as she stepped into the pond, the cool water lapping at her ankles.

Splash!

"What a troublesome man," she murmured, her voice almost inaudible.

She moved closer to him, her cultivation activating instinctively.

WHOOSH~!

The yin qi rushed into her, a torrent of icy energy. Her body absorbed it swiftly, smoothly—lightning against the storm.