The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 99: *Exploring the Forbidden Dao!* [R18]

Splash. Splash.

Knee-deep in the water, Bai Yujian exhaled, dragging a hand over her bare shoulder. The coolness barely registered.

Hours. She’d been stuck here for hours. Her lips curled in a sneer. "How long does it take to reinforce a golden core? Or is he just cultivating laziness now?"

The yin qi swirled around her like a drunken lover, pressing close, refusing to let go. Her body devoured it instinctively, an endless void that swallowed everything without a ripple. At her level, even if someone dumped a sea of poison into this pond, it wouldn’t so much as tickle her meridians.

But patience? That was running dangerously thin.

Her gaze flicked toward the brat. Su Xiaobai sat unmoving, bathed in faint light, looking like a half-dead monk pretending to be a god. She snorted. A’Jin had handled his mess last time. A deity transformation expert cleaning up after this reckless fool.

Now it was her turn.

Her lips twitched, halfway between amusement and scorn. "Talent…" she muttered, her voice dripping with venom. Zhao Tianxuan, a generation younger than A’Jin, hit Great Ascension like it was a casual stroll. And yet, A’Jin? Stuck.

Bai Yujian’s lips twitched. Heaven had its favorites. And here she was, babysitting this fool.

Puchi.

A sound. A sensation. Something poked her back.

"Eh?"

Her body tensed. Slowly, her hand reached behind her, fingers brushing against something… solid. Hot. Pulsing.

"!" She froze.

Her mind tried to catch up. Was it a treasure? A hidden array? Her brow furrowed—then her eyes widened.

It twitched. Her grip tightened.

Her face went blank for a moment, and then the dam broke.

"PRESUMPTIOUS!"

She spun around, a blade of energy flared to life in her hand, humming with suppressed fury.

There he was. Su Xiaobai. Eyes closed, head tilted slightly, his silver hair framing his face like some celestial painting. Serene. Unbothered.

Her teeth clenched. "Reckless little..."

The blade hovered an inch from his chest, trembling as her grip tightened.

"Su Xiaobai," she growled, each word deliberate and dangerous. "If you’re awake, explain yourself. If you’re asleep…" Her lips curled into a slow, venomous smile. "Pray I don’t wake you the hard way."

Nothing. The brat didn’t so much as twitch.

Her glare didn’t fade, heat pooling in her chest, threatening to boil over. Hiss! Then, with a sharp breath, the blade dissolved, and her shoulders fell.

"You’re lucky I’m too tired to kill you."

But her gaze didn’t leave him. The faint light glimmered over his chest, each shallow breath pulling at her attention. He looked ridiculous. He looked divine.

Her lips quirked. "If you weren’t so young, I’d have considered that love letter of yours."

She scoffed, the moment of weakness vanishing like mist. Her fingers flexed, brushing against warmth on her palm.

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Minutes dragged.

Bai Yujian’s annoyance was starting to turn into unease.

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Her glare still pinned on Su Xiaobai’s face. The brat looked serene, his pale hair floating like a saint lost in enlightenment.

"Is he… alive?"

Her lips tightened. Whatever he was to her—a brat, a headache, or just bad karma—his value to the sect was undeniable. A dead Su Xiaobai would mean disaster. For the sect. For her. For cultivation itself; it’d be a headache she’d never live down.

Her shimmering eyes hesitated. To check his state, she’d need to touch his dantian. The problem? His "sword" stood tall, proud, and obnoxiously rightous in the way. One wrong move, and she’d be wrestling it again.

Her jaw tightened. "Yin qi side effects," she muttered, a poor excuse for the absurd. Read new chapters at novelbuddy

Finally, she steeled herself. "For the sect. For the future. For medical reasons only — Just this once."

Splash!

Her hand slipped into the water, skimming just beneath his abdomen. Qi flowed from her palm, brushing through his core to assess the state of his energy.

"!"

Heat. Hardness. Her wrist bumped against it.

Her body stiffened. It twitched. Alive. Throbbing. She felt it through the water like a smug beast declaring its dominance.

Bai Yujian gritted her teeth. Ignoring it was impossible, but she tried anyway.

"It’s almost done…" she murmured, her lips twitching, torn between relief and the urge to drown him then and there.

His energy was stabilizing; a breakthrough was imminent.

Her thoughts wandered. When they first met, the brat was barely at Foundation Establishment. Now? He was leaping realms like rabbits in spring. "What kind of demonic buffet has he been eating?"

Then—

Puchi!

Her brow twitched. Another twitch below the water. She glanced down. Her hand was still there.

"You—!" Irritation boiled over. She grabbed it without thinking.

Snap!

Hot. Firm. Throbbing. Her fingers wrapped around it instinctively, a warrior’s reflex—though no sword she’d ever held felt like this.

Her body froze. Her face ignited. What am I grabbing?!

Her thoughts scrambled for answers, latching onto the first scapegoat. "Yin qi—it’s clouding my judgment!"

But her fingers didn’t let go. If anything, they moved, tracing it experimentally. Light pressure. Tentative strokes.

Her brow furrowed. "So… this is what men have? Feels more like a weapon than an organ."

Her other hand joined, moving cautiously like a scholar handling a forbidden artifact. It was hot, firm, but yielding in strange ways, as though forged by a celestial prankster.

She tugged experimentally, pulling at the skin.

Shhh...

It shifted, unveiling something beneath... Like a concealed mechanism in a cursed treasure—one revealing secrets no righteous dao should uncover.

Her eyes widened. "It… transforms?"

A soft gasp escaped her lips, part disbelief, part fascination. How did this thing work? Why did it move like this?

’Was this some hidden mechanism? A spiritual treasure with layers of secrets?’ she thought, grimly.

Her hands moved on their own, pressing, squeezing, discovering, deeper into this forbidden dao, each touch revealing secrets more baffling—and blasphemous—than the last.

"This brat…" she muttered, her voice caught between a scold and awe. "It’s like discovering a forbidden dao."

For Bai Yujian, the righteous sword master, this was an entirely different realm. One less righteous. And far too distracting. And she wasn’t ready for any of it.

No cultivation manual had prepared her for this.

If heaven had a punishment for this, Bai Yujian was certain it was coming soon.

And it did.

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A few minutes later, Su Xiaobai stirred. Consciousness returned in fragments, but his body refused to move. Breaking through from late stage to peak stage required complete focus—his golden core had been reforged, his qi purified, and everything was stabilizing.

Until he felt it.

A hand.

Sliding lower. And lower.

It wasn’t light or accidental. These were "deliberate" strokes. His sword twitched, a reflex he couldn’t control, and he almost cried. It was unbearable. Ticklish. Invasive.

And then the hands moved—to his abdomen, his shoulders, even his back. It wasn’t just touching. It was inspection. Like he was some divine treasure on display for mortal hands.

"..."

Su Xiaobai’s face darkened. Who is this presumptuous woman?! Lulu? Hu Mei’er? No, even they wouldn’t dare grope a man mid-breakthrough!

Then, a familiar fragrance drifted toward him. Subtle. Distinct.

His heart stopped.

Peak Lord!?

The realization hit him like a heavenly tribulation. Wait, if it’s her… is she the one doing this?!

His mind spun in disbelief. Peak Lord Bai Yujian? The untouchable, righteous sword master? He wanted to believe this was a hallucination brought on by qi overload, but the hands didn’t stop.

Just as Su Xiaobai braced himself for more indignity, the hands wandered lower—until they grabbed his family jewels.

CRACK!

The sound was deafening, echoing through the water like a divine gavel striking judgment.

Su Xiaobai’s poker face shattered. His body jolted, qi surging violently as the golden core breakthrough hit like an avalanche. ’FUCK!’

Bai Yujian froze. Her hands stiffened around the… thing.

Her eyes widened in horror. ’What did I just do?!’

She couldn’t breathe. Her gaze darted to Su Xiaobai’s face. His clenched jaw, his twitching muscles, the way his entire body seized up—everything screamed pain.

Her face turned ghostly pale. "D-Did I… crush it?"

Her hands jerked away as though burned. She stared at them in disbelief. These hands had slain beasts, shattered mountains, and now… destroyed a disciple’s lineage?!

Her thoughts spiraled. Years of cultivation. Thousands of battles. None of it had prepared her for accidentally crushing a disciple’s… future.

Her heart pounded. Her gaze drifted downward, and a thousand horrifying thoughts flashed through her mind.

’This is it. This is how I die.’

She braced for Su Xiaobai’s wrath, but instead—

A golden light exploded from his chest. The water around them rippled violently as profound energy surged, breaking through in a display so brilliant it bordered on divine.

Bai Yujian blinked, her mind catching up. "Wait… that sound wasn’t…?"

Su Xiaobai’s eyes flickered open, sharp and glowing, his aura settling around him like a blazing sun.

"He broke through!" Bai Yujian exhaled in relief before her heart sank again. ’No, this is the worst possible timing!’

Su Xiaobai’s lips twitched. He couldn’t hold back anymore. His eyes locked onto hers, guilt written all over her panic-ridden face.

"Peak Lord…"

Bai Yujian froze. "..."

Her mind froze. What could she do? Apologize? No, she’d rather face a heavenly tribulation. Run? Impossible. Everyone in the sect would know.

There was only one solution.

She reached for a nearby stone, her hand trembling. "Forgive me, heavens..."

BANG!

With a loud noise, she slammed it onto his head.

"..."

Su Xiaobai, watching the stone descend like a meteor from the heavens, saw his life flash before his eyes — the last thing he thought, ’What did I do to deserve this?’

And then—darkness.