The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 89: Time Skip!

The ice shattered.

Both literally and between the uneasy group standing around Su Xiaomei. She lay sprawled on Bai Yujian’s bed, her frail frame like a ghostly shadow clinging to life.

Her wide, glassy eyes darted between faces, silent and stiff, as though even breathing might break her.

Su Xiaobai wasn’t faring better. He stood frozen, his eyes locked onto his sister.

She’s just fragile...

As if death kissed her and forgot to finish the job.

Pale hands trembled against the bed’s edge, slick with sweat.

Hollow cheeks, skin thin as paper, but those eyes—dull, yet familiar—were unmistakably hers.

When did she become this? His fists clenched.

Behind him, Bai Yujian leaned against the wall, one brow arched. She had already kicked Liu Zhenhai out. Not her problem if his jealousy burned brighter than Su Xiaobai’s eyes.

His glare when leaving had been almost funny. Almost.

But this? This wasn’t funny. And Bai Yujian hated when things weren’t funny.

She dragged Zhu Qing aside, "What did you mean earlier? About her being... unnatural?"

Zhu Qing hesitated, then raised her hands. "Look."

Bai Yujian’s eyes narrowed. The burns and frostbite on Zhu Qing’s once-flawless hands were impossible to miss. Tiny shards of ice embedded themselves in her skin, gleaming like stars caught in flesh.

"It’s not healing," Zhu Qing said, her voice brittle. "The ice… it’s stopping time around the wounds. That girl—she’s not normal."

Bai Yujian glanced at Su Xiaomei. Pale. Shaking. Tears clinging to her lashes like dew. "Doesn’t look like much of a threat to me."

"She froze time earlier."

"Did she?" Bai Yujian’s tone was light, but her gaze darkened. Fragile? No. That girl’s a blade wrapped in silk.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai stood over his sister, unmoving. No one noticed the faint coil of black qi creeping into Liu Zhenhai’s chest as he left. No one but the heavens. Rejection and shame always made good fertilizer for a heart demon.

"Where did you even find these two?" Zhu Qing muttered, her voice low.

"I didn’t," Bai Yujian replied. "The boy found me."

Zhu Qing’s lips twitched. "Elder, keeping them here is like inviting a storm to live with us. Lightning doesn’t knock before it hits."

"Then let it strike," Bai Yujian said coolly.

Zhu Qing stared at her, exasperated. "If his presence draws trouble—"

Bai Yujian cut her off. "Qingqing, remember the Dark Sparrow Sect?"

Zhu Qing’s face darkened. Memories she’d buried rose like corpses from the grave: blood, fire, and the shattering collapse of the sect she once called home.

Heretics crushed under righteous might.

"You think he’s like you?" Bai Yujian said.

Zhu Qing didn’t respond.

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Bai Yujian stepped closer, her voice soft, "He’s dangerous, yes. So’s a blade in untrained hands. But if we turn him away? That’s not just a blade—it’s a blade aimed back at us."

Zhu Qing hesitated.

Bai Yujian continued, her smile returning. "Push him out, and someone will pick him up. And then? Well…" She waved a hand lazily. "I hope you like explaining to the heavens why we made our own enemy."

Zhu Qing sighed, rubbing her temples. "I wasn’t saying to throw him out, but—

"Good," Bai Yujian interrupted, leaning back against the wall. "Because — If anyone’s stupid enough to come after him here, they deserve what they get. I could use the entertainment."

Her smile widened as she remembered Su Xiaobai mentioning some kind of demon that killed his family. Oh, how she wanted to see that "demon" crawl to her doorstep. It’d been too long since she cut something fun.

Zhu Qing pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something about how they were all doomed.

She’d planned to shift Su Xiaobai to her peak, use his danger to scare Bai Yujian into handing him over. Now? Bai Yujian’s protectiveness turned that plan to ash.

Zhu Qing glanced at Bai Yujian, whose eyes gleamed with a fire that screamed try me.

Bai Yujian, the mighty Sword Fairy, protective over a boy? Ugh. Did he actually manage to unsheath her heart? If he did, Zhu Qing wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or horrified.

Unknowingly, Su Xiaobai had sparked a quiet war between the two—a battle of pride neither would admit to.

Zhu Qing glanced at Su Xiaobai, who stood there smiling faintly. Trouble? She didn’t care. If pests came knocking, they’d be good practice.

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The days after Xiaomei’s arrival were anything but peaceful.

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Between Bai Yujian’s antics, sect chores, and Su Xiaomei adjusting to life outside her icy coffin, Su Xiaobai barely had time to breathe. Yet somehow, he found himself listening to his sister’s fragmented memories one evening, seated under the dim glow of moonlight.

"So, let me get this straight," Su Xiaobai said, arms crossed, "Mom grabs you, swords start flying like angry mosquitoes, you stop time so she can escape, you get injured, and then she freezes you in ice to heal?"

Su Xiaomei nodded, biting her lip. "I couldn’t stop the swords completely. They were… strong. I just froze time long enough to block them, but one still…" She trailed off, pressing a hand against her chest.

"...Hit you," Su Xiaobai finished for her, his eyes narrowing.

Su Xiaomei nodded silently, her fingers trembling against her ribs. Her voice was small when she spoke again. "After that, I don’t remember much. Mother brought us somewhere underground, safe from the swords, but nothing worked on the wound. She tried elixirs, spells—nothing could close it. That’s when she…"

"Froze you," Su Xiaobai muttered, his tone sharper now. Swords that couldn’t be stopped. A wound even elixir couldn’t heal. What the hell was happening back at home?

"Yeah." Su Xiaomei’s gaze dropped to her lap. "She said it would… buy time."

Unbeknownst to Su Xiaomei, something much stranger had occurred while she was in the ice.

The temporal manipulation ability she’d inherited from her bloodline hadn’t just stopped time when she was attacked—it had reversed it. Subconsciously, instinctively, her power had turned back the clock on her own body to heal the wound.

Earlier, Su Xiaobai’s yelling had triggered her release from the ice, that same ability had rewound the ice itself, undoing the months it had held her captive.

But Su Xiaomei didn’t know. And Su Xiaobai? He could only guess at the enormity of her power. For now, all he understood was what he could see: his sister could stop time. Anything beyond that was a mystery.

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Later that night, Su Xiaobai sat in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling. The pieces didn’t add up. His invincible body, Su Xiaomei’s ability to stop time, and their mother’s eternal frost—none of it was normal.

"Three siblings, three freakish bloodlines," he muttered to himself. "What are the odds of that?"

The so-called "blessing" they’d received from the Immortal Tianlong Spirit back on the White Cloud Star might’ve awakened their bloodlines, but his family’s powers weren’t just awakened—they were monstrous.

His Demon Devourer bloodline was proof enough of that. The black mist in his spirit sea devoured Yin Qi and bloodlines alike. It was how he’d absorbed the Azure Dragon’s bloodline from Long Lifen, and now? That same mist allowed him to use his invincible body for five whole seconds—enough to turn the tide in a fight.

But Su Xiaomei? Her temporal manipulation was in a league of its own. Stopping time was one thing, but the full extent of her ability had never been explored.

Even their mother’s eternal frost—once thought to be just a bloodline ability—had proven capable of saving lives in ways no one could’ve imagined.

"Three hybrids," he muttered bitterly. "Hybrids with powers that don’t belong on White Cloud Star."

It all led back to one conclusion: their mother wasn’t fully human. She couldn’t be. A demonic heritage would explain everything—from their bizarre powers to their hybrid bloodlines.

"What kind of bloodline can make something like us?" Su Xiaobai wondered aloud. "Something ancient. Primordial. Like…" He scoffed, shaking his head. "Eternal ice demon? Sure, why not. At this point, nothing would surprise me."

Afterall, that’d fit the theme of ’how much trouble can we be?’

But even with the questions circling in his mind, one thing was certain. Both Su Yiran and their mother were alive. That was enough.

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Training and Sect Life.

Su Xiaobai’s mornings were filled with grueling training—mostly because Bai Yujian thought it’d be funny to schedule a duel for him in two months.

"You could’ve asked," Su Xiaobai complained one afternoon, panting as he finished another set of sparring drills.

Bai Yujian smiled, twirling her sword lazily. "Where’s the fun in that? Besides, you owe me. I found your sister, didn’t I?"

"You’re delusional," he muttered. "And not even in a charming way."

"Oh?" Bai Yujian stepped closer, her smile widening. "Then what way am I charming?"

Su Xiaobai blinked, caught off guard. "Uh… passively… dangerous?"

"Good answer," she said with a satisfied nod, patting his shoulder hard enough to make him stumble.

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Xiao Hei and the "Xiao" Army!

As Su Xiaomei settled into the sect, she met Su Xiaobai’s unlikely companions—Xiao Lu and Xiao Hei.

"Too many Xiaos," Su Xiaobai grumbled after introductions. "I’m calling you Lulu."

Xiao Lu rolled her eyes. "Creative."

Xiao Hei, the youngest, was an odd one. Unable to form sentences, she alternated between eerie silence and unpredictable outbursts. One moment she was sweet, the next she’d nearly stabbed him over a bun.

But her strangest behavior was toward Su Xiaomei. She avoided her like the plague, scurrying away whenever Su Xiaomei got too close.

"It’s not that bad," Su Xiaomei pouted one day, holding up a bright red dress. "Just try it on!"

"Nuh-uh!" Xiao Hei clung to the nearest pillar, glaring at the dress like it might bite her.

"Come on, I’m not a monster," Su Xiaomei said, exasperated.

"Debatable," Su Xiaobai muttered, watching Xiao Hei darting behind him, using his legs as a shield. "Alright, enough. If she doesn’t want to wear it, leave her alone."

"But she’d look so cute!"

"Not worth the trauma," Su Xiaobai deadpanned. "Also, how is this funny? Isn’t she the kid who nearly killed Lan Meiyu last week?"

"She has her quirks," Xiaomei admitted sheepishly.

"Quirks? You mean ’issues,’ right?" Su Xiaobai shook his head. "Whatever. Lulu, make sure she doesn’t stab anyone else."

"Why me?" Xiao Lu asked.

"Because I’m busy preparing for my stupid duel, and Xiaomei’s too focused on dressing her up to notice if she kills someone."

"..."

Su Xiaobai had long accepted that some things were beyond his understanding. Like Xiao Hei’s erratic behavior.

Or why Bai Yujian, the sect’s resident Sword Fairy, kept calling him for no reason at all. Always about stupid, petty things. Like she was his lowkey, cheap dao wife, rather than the terrifying master everyone whispered about behind closed doors.

But this? This was a new low.

It started innocently enough.

"Go to the weapon hall and pick a weapon," Bai Yujian had said casually over tea.

That alone was suspicious. No lecture about swords being the only true path? No disdain for sabers, spears, or axes? Who was this woman, and what had she done with Bai Yujian?

Still, Su Xiaobai wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or so he thought—because this particular "gift horse" always had teeth.

In three days, they’d leave for the capital. Time flew, fleeting as smoke. The divine author, impatient as ever, seemed intent on pushing him into disaster—for no reason other than to move the plot forward.

He could only hope some ancient bastard with a grudge wouldn’t stab him out of nowhere. But with his luck? He was practically inviting calamity.

The celestials above likely lounged on their jade thrones, sipping wine, tossing bets on how he would destroy his life, and laughing at his misery.

If they truly wanted him to suffer, why not cast him as a villainous young master in a shameless harem tale? At least then, he’d know the softness of snowy peaks, the warmth of trembling thighs, and the sweetness of dew-kissed petals—before the self-righteous hero burst in to ruin it all.

And if he must die, let it be beneath a pomegranate skirt. Lips. Thighs. Nectar. Nails. A melody of cries. And a cuckold waiting outside, too ashamed to interrupt.