The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 71: Phoenix Ancestor!

"What in the heavens am I thinking?" Xiao Yu muttered, running a hand over the back of her neck. A stray strand of hair slid free, curling along her shoulder like a lover’s sly whisper.

She froze.

Her gaze flicked to the mirror—an obnoxiously polished bronze monstrosity sitting in the corner like it owned the place. The sunlight hit its surface, and the reflection staring back made her breath froze.

That… wasn’t her.

No, the person in the mirror was someone else entirely: an ethereal beauty with features too delicate, too haunting. Midnight-dark-blue hair spilled down her back like a river in mourning, and her lips, curved in a faint, mocking smile, seemed to say, Caught you, didn’t I?

"Damn it," she hissed, voice tight with panic. "My mask is already cracking?"

Her fingers skimmed her face, feeling the illusion’s edges fray like threadbare silk. This couldn’t be happening—not now. She flicked a glance at the door, nerves wound tighter than a bowstring.

The room was silent save for the steady breathing of Su Xiaobai, sprawled across the opposite bed, snoring like a particularly lazy demon king.

Xiao Yu—no, Yu Feng—collapsed into the nearest chair, dragging a hand over her face. The spiritual disguise was everything. Without it, her mission—her entire existence—was dust.

With a sharp breath, she summoned her qi, forcing the mask back into place.

The mirror blurred. Her hair shrank into a boyish crop. Delicate features hardened into sharp edges. The illusion was back. Mostly. Those damn eyes—still dark, still endless—were impossible to hide.

"Great," she muttered, glaring at her reflection. "Even the mask can’t tone down these cursed eyes."

Her self-loathing was interrupted by a voice, casual and unbearably smug.

"I preferred the first look."

Hiss!~

Her blood ran cold.

Slowly, she turned toward the bed. Su Xiaobai was awake, watching her with an expression so neutral it felt insulting.

A beat of silence passed.

"...You’re awake."

"Yeah. Great performance with the mirror, by the way. Very dramatic." He stretched lazily, smirking like a cat who’d just upended a shrine offering. "You’d make an excellent villainess, you know."

Yu Feng’s face darkened. "What. Did. You. See?"

He tilted his head, feigning thought. "Enough to know that your whole ’I’m totally a guy’ act is about as convincing as my humility."

Her hand shot out, yanking his collar. "You dare—"

"Relax, sweetheart." He raised his hands in surrender, though that smile didn’t budge. "Your secret’s safe. Why would I bother? Too much effort."

Her grip tightened. "And why should I trust you?"

"Because you don’t have a choice."** He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, killing me would be messy. And inconvenient. And… let’s face it—I’m probably stronger than you."

Yu Feng’s eyes narrowed, dangerously close to murder. "Stronger? You? You’re a Core Formation nobody who survives on dumb luck."

"Oh," he sighed, shaking his head like a disappointed elder. "I’m stronger where it counts."

Her fist twitched, but instead of decking him, she shoved him back onto the bed, pinning him with one glowing hand on his wrist.

BAM!

"Listen closely," she growled, leaning in until their faces were mere inches apart. "If you so much as breathe a word—"

"Oho! Rough already?" Su Xiaobai interrupted, chuckling dryly. "At least buy me wine first."

"..."

Yu Feng froze.

Realization hit her like a flying sword to the chest. She was straddling him, one hand pinning his wrist, while he looked up at her with the kind of smirk you wanted to slap into another realm.

"Perverted idiot!" she snapped, slamming his wrists into the bed. But something buzzed faintly under her palm.

Her eyes darted down.

"What the—?"

A glowing array shimmered across her hand, and in Su Xiaobai’s other hand was a formation pen, twirling smugly between his fingers.

"Relax," he said, waggling the pen like a conductor. "Just a little Retribution Array. If you kill me, you die too. Romantic, isn’t it?"

Yu Feng snorted, "You think I’m stupid? That only works on people in the same realm or weaker."

Su Xiaobai’s grin faltered. "Okay, true. But it’s not a ’normal’ Retribution Array—"

"..." Yu Feng let out a long, sharp exhale, suppressing the urge to punch him into next week. Let him think it works, she decided. If the fool wanted to play games, she’d play along. For now.

What he didn’t know—couldn’t know—was that she wasn’t just hiding her face. She was hiding her cultivation. Two realms above him, Yu Feng could’ve crushed him like a bug if she felt like it. But Bai Yujian’s eyes were everywhere, and cleaning up his corpse would be more trouble than it was worth.

Before she could make her next move, Su Xiaobai lunged forward.

He kissed her.

"!!!"

Yu Feng froze, her brain short-circuiting. Out of all the insane, suicidal things he could’ve done, this had to be the dumbest.

Her mind screamed: Kill him. Break his spine. Burn his soul into ash.

But her body? Betrayed her completely.

Worse still, a treacherous thought crept in: ...It wasn’t that bad.

And, because the heavens loved irony, a swirl of mist coalesced into the room.

Bai Yujian and Xiao Lu stepped in just in time to see Su Xiaobai locking lips with "Xiao Yu," the allegedly male disciple.

A silence heavier than a mountain followed.

"…"

Xiao Lu’s face darkened immediately. Her master always had… peculiar habits. This? This was a new low.

Bai Yujian’s expression was harder to pin down. She stood there, staring blankly, as though her brain was actively trying to delete the scene from her memory. Slowly, her lips curled into a grimace, like she’d just stepped on something unspeakable.

Without a word, she turned and walked out of the room. "I’ll come back later," she muttered stiffly, her tone robotic. She needs a minute. Maybe ten. Possibly a month. Meditation will clear this from my mind. Yes, meditate or risk a heart demon.

Xiao Lu stayed behind, glaring at her master with undisguised embarrassment. Why do I follow this man? Why haven’t I run away yet?

Su Xiaobai, meanwhile, blinked at the retreating mist of Bai Yujian and sighed. "Well, that could’ve gone better." He glanced back at Yu Feng, still frozen like a sculpture,"You can stop pretending you’re stunned now. Or should I kiss you again?"

Yu Feng’s fist clenched, and this time, she didn’t hold back.

BAM!

"You—" Su Xiaobai doubled over, clutching his stomach as pain lanced through him, hot and unforgiving. His grand plan to break the girl’s spirit had clearly blown up in his face.

Serves me right for poking a snake without gloves, he thought, staggering upright.

Bai Yujian, who hadn’t gone far, paused mid-step. She glanced back briefly, her expression that of a senior tired of witnessing juniors’ stupidity.

Shaking her head, she muttered something under her, and kept walking.

Su Xiaobai straightened, brushing the sweat from his brow, only to notice Xiao Lu watching him. Her gaze was sharp and focused, like she was deciding whether to laugh or call for a healer.

"What?" he snapped, but she just smiled.

Xiao Lu quickly recounted the events since yesterday: his miraculous survival, the elders begrudgingly acknowledging him as an official disciple, and how Bai Yujian had dragged her away for a private chat. But something still tempted Su Xiaobai’s curiosity.

"Fine," he said, stretching lazily, his joints cracking like an old door hinge. "But—what did she want with you, anyway? Why’d she drag you off to some secret corner for a private little chat? Sounds scandalous, as if she was plotting to buy you off with something,"

’How does he knows?’ Xiao Lu stiffened, the memory flashing in her mind:

"You have a drop of phoenix blood in your veins."

Fifteen minutes earlier, Bai Yujian had pulled Xiao Lu aside, her expression unreadable as she dropped a bombshell: the reason Xiao Lu’s cultivation was soaring during the daytime. It wasn’t luck. It wasn’t even talent.

"You’re absorbing the sun’s heat directly, thanks to the phoenix blood in your veins."

The words hit Xiao Lu like a divine tribulation. She hadn’t even managed to stammer out a response before Bai Yujian continued, her tone sharp and uncompromising:

"Remaining a maid is beneath you. Join the sect as a trainee disciple. Once your strength matures, you’ll ascend to the outer court."

The subtext had been painfully clear: *Stop hugging to Su Xiaobai’s thighs and grow some wings, little phoenix.

Xiao Lu snapped out of the memory to find Su Xiaobai staring at her, his arms crossed, his patience wearing thin.

"Well? What did you choose?" he asked calmly. But inside, he wasn’t calm at all.

Xiao Lu’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Won’t tell."

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"..."

Su Xiaobai blinked. He’d been expecting some grand declaration, maybe even a heartfelt confession. Instead, he got this, "You little—" His eyebrow twitched dangerously.

"Ah!?—Master! Wait, wait! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything! Just stop whatever crazy idea you’re about to—" Xiao Lu’s panicked words spilled out in a rush, her hands raised defensively.

Before she could even blink, Su Xiaobai lunged, completely ignoring her desperate plea, his grin wide enough to rival a bandit chief about to loot a treasure trove.

What followed was an undignified mess of yelps, vague threats, and Su Xiaobai doling out "discipline" that involved Xiao Lu’s backside and an open palm.

By the time Bai Yujian returned, she found Xiao Lu sulking with an unmistakably red butt, while Su Xiaobai sat smugly nearby, the picture of innocence.

The elder gave them one long, disapproving look. What in the heavens did she unleash by letting this bastard into the sect?

Bai Yujian didn’t bother assigning Su Xiaobai any tasks for the day, though he had a few demands of his own. Chief among them was the stone Elder Han Xuan had bet during the competition. Bai Yujian promised to deliver it tomorrow. The negotiation went smoothly—too smoothly, which made Su Xiaobai suspicious.

But when Bai Yujian questioned him about Huang Shao’s injuries, he shrugged with the nonchalance of a drunk monk.

"No idea," he lied easily.

Of course, he knew. That overwhelming attack—the ’Heavenly Dragon Breath’—was unmistakable. It was the signature move of the Azure Dragon Clan, one of the oldest and most fearsome bloodlines in the cultivation world.

The thing was, Su Xiaobai wasn’t part of the Azure Dragon Clan.

The technique had erupted from him instinctively, drawn from the bloodline he’d stolen in a moment of forbidden passion with his aunt, Long Lifen.

And this wasn’t just a normal dragon breath either—it had fused with the ’Void Thunder Dragon’s Presence’ within him, amplifying its power to absurd levels.

Naturally, he kept this little information to himself. Bai Yujian was clever, but her intentions were murkier than a brothel’s accounts ledger. No point handing her more ammunition.

Tomorrow, he would etch the summoning array, and Xiao Mei would descend upon this realm. With her arrival, the first threads of his grand plan would finally weave into motion.