The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 159: The Fall of Liu Zhenhai – A Public Execution Without a Blade...

"Don’t worry. Someone will take the blame."

Yu Feng shivered.

Her gaze flickered to the mist, realization sinking in.

She turned toward the closed-door cultivation chamber nearby.

Liu Zhenhai was inside.

Completely unaware.

Yu Feng’s throat went dry.

"You did all of this… right under his nose? What if he finds out?"

Su Xiaobai laughed.

"Then he can die."

Then, like a phantom thief, he vanished into the night.

The pink mist slowly faded.

And as their consciousness returned, the three women stirred.

Then—

The real screams began.

Zhao Mei smiled, her lips curling as she turned toward the main chamber door.

With a casual flick of her wrist, she left it wide open.

Ensuring that the entire peak heard everything.

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The Fall of Liu Zhenhai – A Public Execution Without a Blade...

"Ahhhhhh—!"

A scream pierced the night, sharp enough to send chills down the spine of anyone who heard it.

Inside his sealed chamber, Liu Zhenhai’s eyes snapped open.

His body hummed with spiritual energy, the remnants of his secluded meditation still circulating through his meridians.

For hours, he had been in deep focus, unaware of what was happening outside.

Because he couldn’t hear anything.

Su Xiaobai made sure of that.

The bastard had sealed his door, ensuring he wouldn’t come out until everything was already set in stone.

And now, with the seal gone, the first thing he heard was—

"AAAAAAHHHHH—!"

Liu Zhenhai’s brows furrowed.

Something felt wrong.

He stepped toward the door—

Then he froze.

Three naked, trembling women.

Jin Ying—hunched over, wailing like a widow at a funeral.

Her throat swollen, her hands clutching between her thighs, her entire body convulsing.

Xiong Xue—staring at her own reflection in a shattered bronze mirror, her fingers ghosting over the bloody pulp that was once her face.

Her lips quivered.

Her chest heaved.

She didn’t even scream.

She just stared.

As if she was watching herself die.

And in the middle—

Lan Meiyu.

She wasn’t crying.

She wasn’t screaming.

She just sat there, legs slightly pressed together, her breath shallow, her eyes lost in a daze.

Liu Zhenhai’s heartbeat pounded in his ears.

His eyes darted around, frantic, confused.

His mouth opened—

"What the—?"

Before he could even process the living nightmare in front of him, the sound of rushing footsteps echoed in the distance.

And then—

The peak was swarmed.

"Liu Zhenhai, you fucking BEAST!"

A voice roared from the entrance.

Hu Jiao’er, one of the leading female Core Disciples, stormed forward, her sword half-drawn, her eyes blazing with fury.

Behind her, dozens of disciples poured in.

Men. Women.

Outer disciples. Inner disciples.

Some still rubbing sleep from their eyes, others holding weapons, all of them drawn by the screams.

And the first thing they saw—

A half-dressed Senior Brother standing in front of three ruined women.

Naked.

Sweat-covered.

Crying.

"Holy fuck—"

A male disciple stumbled back, nearly tripping over himself.

"H-He actually did it?! In the middle of the peak?!"

"What kind of monster rapes three women at the same time?!"

"Senior Brother… you… you’re a demon!"

The whispers spread like wildfire, growing louder by the second.

Liu Zhenhai’s entire body stiffened.

His vision blurred at the edges.

This wasn’t happening.

This wasn’t fucking happening.

"WAIT—!"

Hu Mei’er, Jiao’er’s twin sister, stepped forward, her eyes flashing.

"What’s going on?"

Her voice was sharp, accusing.

"What’s going on?" She repeated, louder.

Then she gestured to Xiong Xue, sobbing into her hands.

"You RAPED your fellow martial sisters, THAT’S what’s going on!"

Liu Zhenhai’s stomach dropped.

"I DIDN’T! STOP SLANDERING ME! I WAS IN CLOSED-DOOR CULTIVATION!"

He turned to Lan Meiyu.

His loyal dog.

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His obedient, brainless follower.

The one who always protected him.

"Tell them! Tell them I didn’t do this!"

But—

Lan Meiyu lowered her head.

Her cheeks flushed.

Her lips trembled.

She didn’t say a word.

Liu Zhenhai’s breath froze.

No. No, no, no.

Bitch!

Not now! Not at a time like this!

Lan Meiyu wasn’t harmed like Jin Ying and Xiong Xue.

She wasn’t broken.

But her mind?

Her mind was still trapped in that hazy, twisted pleasure.

She still didn’t know who the man was.

The one who handled her so roughly.

The one who made her lose control, lose herself.

Was it… Senior Brother?

She pressed her thighs together, her body betraying her.

Her face burned even hotter.

And in that moment—her mind broke further.

Liu Zhenhai felt like vomiting.

Jin Ying and Xiong Xue?

They weren’t stupid like Lan Meiyu.

They knew something was wrong.

They knew there were more people that night.

But right now?

They were ruined.

Their futures were gone.

And in their eyes, someone had to take the fall.

Xiong Xue’s shoulders trembled as she suddenly pointed at him, her voice filled with grievance.

"S-Senior Brother… how could you do this to me?!"

She sobbed, clutching at her bloody, swollen face.

Jin Ying?

She couldn’t even speak properly.

Her throat was hoarse, her body weak, but she still glared at him, her tear-filled eyes brimming with hatred.

Liu Zhenhai’s knees buckled.

Fuck.

He turned to Lan Meiyu again.

But she only bit her lip, trembling, as if remembering something… sweet.

She was actually enjoying it?!

Liu Zhenhai’s vision swayed.

The number of disciples outside kept growing.

The sect had been on edge lately.

Everyone was restless, paranoid.

And now?

They had caught a Senior Brother standing in front of three ruined women.

Naked.

Sweat-covered.

Crying.

And his only excuse?

That he had been in closed-door cultivation?

Who the fuck would believe that?

A disciple spat on the ground.

"Fucking bastard."

Another cracked his knuckles.

"What should we do with him?"

A Core Disciple stepped forward.

"Bind him."

"Take him before the Sect Elders."

"Let them deal with this filth."

Liu Zhenhai’s breath shook.

He couldn’t run.

He couldn’t escape.

And the worst part?

The real mastermind was already gone.

Somewhere in the distance, Su Xiaobai was laughing in the shadows.

Watching his prey fall, piece by piece.

And this?

This was just the beginning.

For too long, Su Xiaobai had been passive, focusing on cultivation, handling only what came his way.

But now that he thought about it—

He had made a lot of enemies.

And it was time to clean them all up.

In one single sweep.

Let them come.… whoever else thought they could challenge him.

It didn’t matter.

Su Xiaobai didn’t need ’anyone’ to deal with a few rats.

Bai Yujian had, ironically, taught him a valuable lesson.

No one could be trusted.

A man had to build his own forces, his own power.

He had Zhao Mei, his personal slave, willing to burn down any bitch who crossed him.

He had Yu Feng, a woman who might bring him unexpected benefits in the future.

And this was only the beginning.

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Meanwhile, On the Roof of the Peak Lord’s Residence...

Two women stood under the moonlight, their robes fluttering in the cold wind.

From afar, it might have looked like a quiet conversation.

But in reality—

It was a one-sided argument.

"Let him do what he wants," Bai Yujian said calmly, gazing into the distance.

"Didn’t you say it yourself, Qingqing? He’s at the Nascent Soul Realm now. He’s already qualified to be an inner court disciple. Even if he loses a week later, no one can object to his position."

"Let it be a lesson for him. His journey has been too smooth."

Zhu Qing stared at her, frustrated.

"Elder, you can’t just throw him into the deep sea and say ’sink or swim.’"

Her voice held traces of bitterness.

She didn’t understand what had happened between these two.

A few days ago, after their fallout, Bai Yujian had expected Su Xiaobai to return, to apologize or at least try to mend the situation.

She had even prepared some compensation, thinking she had been too harsh.

But he never came back.

And now?

Now, she had made up her mind.

If he wanted to handle things on his own—so be it.

Zhu Qing, however, wasn’t convinced.

After digging into the situation, she had gone to visit Su Xiaobai, even offering to help him.

He had refused.

That man, who had once sweet-talked every woman he met, had turned completely cold-hearted.

Through some spying here and there, she had found out what happened.

And now she was here, trying to convince Bai Yujian.

If Su Xiaobai really got defeated, wouldn’t this woman’s heart be moved?

Wouldn’t she finally intervene?

But—

She didn’t.

Bai Yujian remained silent.

Zhu Qing sighed.

She was starting to regret ever letting Liu Zhenhai join the competition.

A man lost in love was the most dangerous kind.

And Liu Zhenhai?

He was taking this personally.

He had gone into closed-door cultivation, desperately trying to break into the Late Soul Fusion Realm.

And now?

Zhu Qing wasn’t sure if she had made a mistake.

A few days ago, she had received troubling news.

Liu Chenfu.

The Peak Lord of Stormfire Peak.

He was planning something sneaky against Su Xiaobai.

And it wasn’t just him.

Su Xiaobai had offended too many Peak Lords.

Broken too many disciples.

Humiliated too many so-called geniuses.

If they all came together this time—It wouldn’t be a simple fight.

It would be a slaughter.

And Zhu Qing wasn’t sure if Su Xiaobai even realized it yet.

Or worse—

If he did.

And he simply didn’t care.

"Qingqing, don’t let your personal feelings cloud your judgment."

Bai Yujian’s voice was calm but firm.

Zhu Qing’s brows twitched.

Personal relationship?

Was she—

BOOM!

A sudden eruption of noise shook the peak.

A fire.

A crowd.

A ruckus.

Both women snapped their heads toward the commotion.

"What’s that?"

Bai Yujian’s gaze hardened.

"Let’s go check."

And then—

They saw it.

The angry disciples of Sword Peak had set fire to Liu Zhenhai’s residence.

That night, the entire peak was in an uproar.

Liu Zhenhai was dragged out, beaten like a dog.

Against the Core Disciples, he was helpless.

Fists.

Kicks.

Bones snapping.

By the time Bai Yujian arrived, she was greeted with the sight of her ’personal disciple’ beaten to a pulp.

And she?

She said nothing.

Only one thing echoed across the night—

"Liu Zhenhai is hereby expelled from Sword Peak."

"Do not call me Master again. Your status as my personal disciple is revoked."

"His contribution points will be transferred to the three girls as compensation."

The moment those words left her lips—

Liu Zhenhai’s fate was sealed.

The night spread faster than wildfire.

By morning, he was on trial.

And by noon, he was dragged into the sect dungeon.

Waiting for his punishment to be decided.

Overnight—

Liu Zhenhai became the most infamous figure in the sect.

The "Beast of Xiantian Sect."

His loyal friends, Wang Fei and Chen Yong?

The men he once endured humiliation for?

They didn’t even show up to defend him.

Why?

Because they had disappeared overnight.

Devoured.

By Su Xiaobai’s little pet.

His thorny devouring flower.

A creature that left no corpses behind.

Liu Zhenhai was officially ruined.

But Su Xiaobai?

He wasn’t done yet.

Everything had fallen into place perfectly.

The forged letter to Lan Meiyu.

The rumors about Jin Ying and Xiong Xue.

Even the fact that the sect couldn’t let such a crime slide.

Some whispered doubts.

Some wondered.

Why had Jin Ying and Xiong Xue been ruined too?

Why had the Beast been so excessive, so brutal?

But even if there were questions—

Who cared?

The sect couldn’t ignore the crime.

A real investigation would take months, maybe years.

And in the meantime?

Who would compensate the ’victims’?

If Liu Zhenhai wasn’t the culprit, then who was?

Would the sect admit they had no clue?

Would they let the matter remain unresolved?

Of course not.

And so—

The truth was buried.

The real culprit walked free.

And Liu Zhenhai?

Was left to rot.

Jin Ying and Xiong Xue?

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They purposefully kept Lan Meiyu quiet.

She was still too dazed, too lost in her own twisted thoughts to resist them.

They took turns whispering into her ear—

"Senior Brother tricked you."

"You were confused by his sweet words."

"You didn’t know what was happening."

Because if an official investigation started—

Wouldn’t they lose everything?

Wouldn’t people ask too many questions?

And so, Liu Zhenhai became the convenient scapegoat.

It was easier that way.

Cleaner.

More efficient.

In the end—

This was how the world worked.

People don’t care about truth.

People just want order.

They want peace, silence—

They want the ruckus to die down.

How many innocent men over the centuries had been thrown away like this?

How many righteous fools had been devoured just to maintain the illusion of stability?

And then—

People turn around and blame society for being unfair.

But fairness? Unfairness?

Those were human inventions.

Nothing was ever fair.

Nothing was ever unfair.

There were only predators and prey.

Only the calculating and the clueless.

Only the devourers and the devoured.

And Liu Zhenhai?

He learned that lesson the hard way.