The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 167: Sword Fairy’s offer!

Bai Yujian exhaled slowly.

Then, forcing the words past her lips, she spoke.

"The Snow Sisters of Sword Peak have already reached Deity Transformation Realm, and they will be promoted to elders after the battle ends."

And then—the blade fell.

"You may accompany them. And from the Sword Peak, you may choose any woman you desire."

The arena stilled.

"???"

Su Xiaobai’s brows lifted slightly.

Even Zhu Qing turned, looking at Bai Yujian in disbelief.

Leng Tianhai, the Frost Peak Lord, frowned. "Sword Fairy, is that truly you? When did your morals waver?"

Bai Yujian snorted. She offered no explanation.

For she knew—

This was only the beginning.

The sect was not the only power watching.

Beyond the arena, in the distant horizon, shadows had gathered.

Not disciples.

Not elders.

Foreign forces.

People from the Empire.

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Eyes from beyond Yue Country.

They had yet to descend.

But once this battle ended—

They would.

Bai Yujian knew.

She knew Su Xiaobai had a unique ability.

She knew what kind of sect he would seek.

One that could provide him with Yin Qi sources.

But the Xiantian Sect’s Yin Qi reserves were empty.

So—she had no other choice.

Even if it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

For Su Xiaobai, it was simply fate.

Born with a body that demanded Yin to rise, he had managed to maintain restraint.

He had not fallen into depravity.

Yet.

What Bai Yujian didn’t know—

Was that Su Xiaobai had wanted to fall into depravity many, many times.

But cultivation was a harsh mistress.

Even a man like him needed rest.

Today, he had come not just to fight—

—but to consolidate his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation.

Xu Tianran, the Peak Lord of Alchemy Peak, frowned, his aged face as still as the surface of a hidden lake.

No one noticed.

But Su Xiaobai did.

This old man… something about him was always off.

For a mere alchemist, he was too silent, too observant, too deeply woven into the sect’s affairs.

And now?

Now, his eyes held displeasure.

Not because Su Xiaobai was gaining attention—no, it was something deeper.

And that only made Su Xiaobai more suspicious.

Then, in a voice loud enough to shake the air, Xu Tianran sighed, "Sect Master, we can have these discussions after the battle in the sect hall. Why are we making a mockery of ourselves in front of our disciples?"

On the surface, a simple suggestion.

But in reality?

A warning.

Bai Yujian and Xu Tianran’s roles as sect guardians were known only to a select few.

Even most Peak Lords were unaware.

Zhao Tianxuan’s expression eased. He had been trying to keep order, but now, even he saw the truth.

This wasn’t about testing Su Xiaobai anymore.

It was about claiming him.

Like wolves circling fresh prey, the Peak Lords had abandoned all pretense.

He let out a long sigh. "Then let’s take the discussions after the battle."

As if waiting for that very moment, the battle horn rang out.

A deep, reverberating sound that shook the hearts of all present.

The remaining three Peaks would send their contenders after the break.

Su Xiaobai retreated to the edge of the arena, his movements unhurried.

A wooden stool awaited him.

He sat.

And as the Peak Lords vanished into the grand balcony, likely discussing new ways to scheme, only one stayed behind.

Zhu Qing.

She approached with a sly smile, her voice teasing yet laced with a hidden sharpness.

"Little Villain, how does it feel? You’re the star of the sect now."

But Su Xiaobai’s expression remained cold. Because nothing was going according to plan.

This was supposed to be a slaughter.

A warning.

A bloody message carved into the bones of anyone who dared to cross him.

And when Liu Zhenhai finally entered the arena, the plan was to push him to the edge.

Make him lose control.

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Make him die.

But now?

Now, the game had changed.

Liu Chenfu—the bastard Peak Lord of Stormfire Peak—was gone.

Liu Zhenhai—the man who was supposed to be his opponent—hadn’t arrived.

That could only mean one thing.

They were plotting.

A deal had been made.

And if things played out as expected, Liu Chenfu—the old dog who had been scheming against Su Xiaobai for months—

Would die tonight.

One way or another.

Zhu Qing, watching Su Xiaobai’s face grow darker, a rare trace of admiration flashed in her gaze.

At least he wasn’t being lazy for once.

"Why are they doing this?" Su Xiaobai exhaled, eyes locked on the distant balcony.

Zhu Qing stood beside him, arms folded. "Why wouldn’t they? I told you not to come. You think this is the end of it? Right now, they’re just offering deals. But do you really think none of them will take coercive measures later?"

Silence.

Su Xiaobai’s face darkened further.

Then, Zhu Qing’s hand rested lightly on his back.

Her voice was quieter now, laced with something almost… protective.

"I’ve already sent your sister and your maid to a safe location. Even if they search the entire sect, they won’t find them."

Su Xiaobai’s gaze snapped to her.

He hadn’t even thought about them.

Zhu Qing… had already handled it.

It was the first time he realized something.

For everyone else, she was ruthless. Manipulative. Poisonous.

But for him?

That poisonous heart still pumped his blood.

His lips parted slightly as he stared at her face.

Zhu Qing’s cheeks turned faintly pink.

"What?"

She recovered quickly, clearing her throat.

"Don’t take them lightly. They sent weaker opponents on purpose. If you were exhausted when you finally lost, it wouldn’t have been justified."

Su Xiaobai’s brow furrowed. "Lost?"

Zhu Qing chuckled. "The Fire Peak Lord is on our side. He’ll send weaklings, too. Liu Zhenhai? A mere dog. Win or lose, his fate is already sealed."

Then, she pointed to the balcony.

Her voice dropped lower.

"But her."

Su Xiaobai followed her gaze.

There—seated above all, untouched by the chaos—

Was Yue Xiuying, the Celestial Peak Lord.

She was unmoved. Uninterested. Uninvolved.

It was as if this entire tournament was beneath her.

But behind her?

A shadow stood.

Wrapped in dark robes, head lowered, expression unreadable.

Zhu Qing’s eyes sharpened. "See her?"

Su Xiaobai nodded.

Zhu Qing’s next words sent a chill down his spine.

"That’s the Invincible Ghost of the Sect."

His brows furrowed. "Invincible?"

"She can predict your movements." Zhu Qing’s tone was grim. "Fighting her is nearly impossible—unless you completely overpower her."

Su Xiaobai tapped his fingers on the wooden stool.

Predict movements?

That wasn’t just talent.

His eyes narrowed.

"If she’s that strong, why is she still here?"

Zhu Qing exhaled.

"Because she’s a slave."

Su Xiaobai’s fingers stilled.

A slave?

He glanced at the Celestial Peak Lord.

And for the first time, he felt genuine discomfort.

The woman was too perfect.

A fox-like smile. Eyes that held the depth of galaxies, yet revealed nothing.

A woman who could swallow men whole without even leaving bones behind.

A woman whose gaze alone could make even the strongest men kneel.

Su Xiaobai had seen many types of women.

But he knew this type best.

The kind that could make you sell your soul and thank her for it.

His own strength was still limited.

And too many enemies would only slow his ascent.

Now, it was clear—

Liu Zhenhai?

That was personal. A grudge.

But his true opponent?

The girl standing behind Yue Xiuying.

That was the final test.

And the Peak Lords?

They knew.

They had already decided the outcome.

They weren’t trying to obstruct him.

They didn’t care if he won or lost.

Because they had already predicted it—

He would be defeated in the final match.

Su Xiaobai’s fingers tightened on the stool.

His jaw clenched.

Then—a slow exhale.

He leaned back, shoulders relaxing.

Then, he smiled.

A dark, slow, merciless smile.

"Crafty bastards."

Did they really think it would be that easy?

Did they think he would fall so easily?