The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

"Who are you?"

The question echoed sharply through the chamber like a sword cleaving through stone.

Before Su Xiaobai could process it, the Truth-Seeking Elixir surged through his veins, fiery and unrelenting. The words spilled from his mouth as if some celestial power had tied strings to his tongue.

"My name is Su Xiaobai," he said, his voice hollow, his eyes dim. "I come from far beyond this sect, from snow-capped mountains where the wind howls like a beast at night. My family… was once powerful. My father, a peerless cultivator, and my mother, a storm of destruction. But me?" He let out a self-deprecating laugh. "I was nothing. A failure. My veins locked, my body unable to cultivate."

"..."

"..."

The chamber fell deathly silent.

The gathered disciples and even Bai Yujian frozen, their hostility replaced by uneasy curiosity.

"I was the outcast," Su Xiaobai continued, his fists tightening as memories clawed at him. "My sisters believed in me, but when my father died under mysterious circumstances, everything fell apart. My family was shunned and exiled to the wilderness. And then… a demon found us. My mother and my sisters—they all abandoned me... I watched helplessly as it destroyed everything. I survived, but just barely."

His confession settled over the room like a thundercloud.

"Eventually, my cultivation returned," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "But it's weak—pathetic compared to what I need to kill that demon. I've trained every day, but the demon who took everything from me… still lives."

"..."

"..."

A heavy silence stretched across the chamber.

Even Lan Meiyu, who moments ago was practically frothing with anger, faltered slightly.

But then she stepped forward, her voice sharp as ever. "Spare us your sob story. That doesn't explain what you did to me in the cave!"

The room shifted, the somber atmosphere dissipating instantly. Bai Yujian, who had appeared moved, now turned cold again.

Su Xiaobai blinked.

Then, a slow, smug smile crept onto his face. 'Ah, so the higher-ups did save my ass,' he thought, completely misreading the situation.

He'd felt the elixir begin to control him earlier, but then, almost immediately, it was snuffed out—burned away like dry grass in a wildfire.

The words spilling from his mouth were all his own now, not the elixir's doing.

'They've got my back,' he thought. 'Those immortals must have decided I'm too valuable to lose. Good thing I guzzled the damn thing before anyone could stop me!'

He had no idea that the truth was far less glamorous: the 'infernal flames' coursing through his core had effortlessly consumed the elixir.

It was simply too low-grade to affect someone like him.

— But for now, Su Xiaobai basked in his imaginary divine protection.

With renewed confidence, he spoke smoothly, his tone as calm as a clear lake. "Senior Sister Lan, you misunderstand. You were caught in an illusion formation. It made you tear your robes and act erratically. I stepped in to help, but you mistook my intentions. So I left."

"Liar!" Lan Meiyu snarled, her sword vibrating with dangerous energy.

Elder Bai raised her hand, "Enough!"

Her presence silenced the room, she turned to Su Xiaobai, studying him with an unreadable expression. "The Truth-Seeking Elixir compels honesty," she said. "If what he says is true, then we owe him an apology."

"But..." Lan Meiyu's face twisted in fury, but before she could respond, Elder Bai's palm lashed out with the speed of lightning.

SLAP!

The sound echoed like thunder.

"Wh—" Lan Meiyu staggered back, clutching her cheek in shock, "E-Elder you?"

"You've embarrassed our sect enough," Elder Bai said coldly. "Let this be a lesson to think before you accuse."

The disciples murmured amongst themselves, their earlier hostility toward Su Xiaobai now replaced with uncertainty.

Elder Bai turned back to him, her expression softening. "For your integrity and restraint, I offer this." She held out an icy-blue lotus, its aura chilling the air. "The Frostwhisper Lotus. Use it to stabilize your cultivation."

Then, from her sleeve, she drew a silver token etched with the intricate image of a sword surrounded by flowing clouds. Its craftsmanship radiated quiet elegance, but the aura it emitted was anything but subtle.

"This is my personal token," she said. "If you ever find yourself near the Xiantian Sect and feel the call to a righteous path, use it to seek me directly. I cannot force you to stay now. But I see a rare heart in you—a strength that resists walking the path of evil despite your suffering."

Hiss!

The disciples gasped softly.

A personal token from Elder Bai wasn't just a favor—it was a mark of distinction.

She continued, her voice firm yet sincere. "Our sect lacks people like you, Su Xiaobai. If you are left to wander without guidance, I fear the world's temptations will turn you toward darkness. This token is a promise—not to demand, but to offer. Should you ever need help, or if you choose to stand with the righteous, I will stand with you."

Su Xiaobai accepted the token with a humble bow. "Thank you, Elder. I will never forget this kindness."

Inside, though, he laughed to himself. A sword-shaped token from a righteous sect? Oh, the irony. If she only knew what I really thought about her precious 'righteous path.'

Blinded by the rigid black-and-white morality of the world, Su Xiaobai had no intention of conforming. He preferred to rise above it all, to be the one who decided what was black and white for himself.

For now, the higher-ups were the ones drawing that line, but one day…

Elder Bai gestured toward the treasure chest. "Now, let us claim what we came here for. The treasure will be divided—half for Su Xiaobai, half for the sect."

No one dared object.

Whoosh!

Elder Bai floated toward the chest, her movements serene.

Su Xiaobai watched her, his outward expression calm, but his heart pounded with excitement. 'Whatever's inside… half of it is mine. If there's a spatial treasure in there, I could even negotiate for a better deal!'

As Elder Bai dismantled the protective formations, his thoughts turned cold and calculating.

The chest's glow intensified, promising treasures beyond imagination.

Su Xiaobai's polite smile never wavered, but deep within, infernal flames roared. His gaze briefly flicked to Liu Zhenhai's back, the man now glaring at the treasure with unhidden greed, while Lan Meiyu stood in the corner, seemingly uninterested yet silently seething with disbelief and anger.

Whether I like it or not, Su Xiaobai thought darkly, I've gained one more enemy today. As for Liu Zhenhai? That meddlesome fool... Su Xiaobai's eyes narrowed.

Butting into other people's affairs—he really needs to be taught a lesson.