The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 75: Black Tortoise Empire! Summoning Xiao Mei!

As Su Xiaobai’s array neared completion, the spiritual energy around Sword Peak surged unnaturally, crackling with a power that stretched far beyond the sect’s borders. The air shook with an eerie light, and for a brief moment, the heavens seemed to hold their eyes.

Unseen by those gathered, the ripple did not stop at the Xiantian Sect.

Across the continent, the disturbance reached the Black Tortoise Empire—a celestial ripple that would shatter more than just peace.

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Black Tortoise Empire, Imperial Castle – A Night of Screaming and Shadows!

The Imperial Castle gleamed beneath the night sky, its jade towers and golden spires an arrogant declaration of wealth and might. Yet, within the emperor’s private chambers, disorder had replaced splendor.

The source of the disorder? A coffin.

It sat at the center of the room, an obsidian monolith that seemed to consume the light around it. Its golden runes writhed like living things, pulsing with an ominous rhythm. The emperor, a man accustomed to bending the heavens to his will, now paced before it like a caged animal.

"This wasn’t part of the deal!" he hissed, his voice trembling. His crown sat askew, his usually pristine robes crumpled from his restless movements. "I was promised power—limitless power! Not… not this thing!"

Two figures stood to his left, their presence suffocating despite their silence. Pale as moonlight, with crimson eyes that gleamed like smoldering embers, they radiated an aura that made even the emperor’s aura falter.

"This is your problem now," the old man said, his tone cold and sharp. His grin was cruel, as if mocking the emperor’s panic. "You signed the blood contract. We delivered what you asked for. The rest is on you."

The emperor’s glare could have melted steel, but the pale man didn’t so much as flinch.

"And what am I supposed to do with this… this coffin?!" The emperor gestured wildly at the ominous object.

The old woman’s expression was inscrutable, her voice calm and chilling. "Inside that coffin lies what you sought: the power to reverse the flow of river of time itself. But that kind of power does not come without consequences."

The coffin pulsed again, the runes flaring brighter, casting golden light across the chamber. It almost seemed to hum—like the growl of a slumbering beast.

Suddenly, the space shifted.

CRACK!

A thunderous roar split the night, and the sky above the Imperial Castle shattered like glass. A vortex of energy tore through the heavens, swirling with a ferocity that sent waves of pressure cascading across the land.

The emperor froze, "What… what is that?"

Neither elder answered. Their attention was fixed on the coffin, which had begun to levitate, its runes blazing like molten gold.

"No! Stop it!" The emperor stumbled backward, fear flooding his features. "Seal it! Destroy it! Do something!"

The old woman shook her head. "It’s too late."

WHOOSH!

With a sound like a celestial blade cutting through the fabric of reality, the coffin shot upward, swallowed whole by the vortex.

The emperor could only watch as the vortex roared louder, ripping the roof of his chambers clean off. Shards of jade and marble rained down as the celestial disturbance consumed the heavens. And then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the vortex vanished, leaving behind an eerie silence.

The emperor stood amidst the rubble, his breathing ragged. His once-pristine chambers now resembled a battlefield, with shattered jade and splintered beams strewn everywhere.

"What… what just happened?" he whispered, his voice hollow.

The old man chuckled, the sound low and grating. "What happened, Your Majesty, is the beginning of a celestial disaster. If that girl grows into her full power, she’ll bring the fall of reality itself. I’d start hunting her now—if I were you."

And with that, the two elders disappeared into the shadows, leaving the emperor alone in the ruins of his ambition.

He slumped onto a pile of shattered jade, dragging a trembling hand down his face. Somewhere out there, that coffin had landed. Somewhere, that impossible power was loose.

"The fall of reality…" The words felt like poison on his tongue.

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Back at the Xiantian Sect!

Su Xiaobai’s formation pulsed with light, the intricate lines of energy weaving together like a divine maze. The Void Fracture Stones shimmered in perfect harmony, and the vortex above Sword Peak rippled as if responding to his command.

"It’s working," he breathed, his voice brimming with a rare, almost smug relief.

But of course, the heavens had other plans.

CRACK!

A thunderous roar ripped through the night as the skies above split apart. Lightning, bright enough to blind a dragon, lashed out from the vortex.

Su Xiaobai’s first instinct? To squint at it and hope it wasn’t his fault. Spoiler: it was.

"Get away from it!"

Before he could come up with a sarcastic retort, Bai Yujian’s hand closed around his arm, yanking him back with the kind of strength that brooked no argument.

"???"

Su Xiaobai barely had time to grunt in protest before the formation erupted. A pillar of raw energy shot skyward, colliding with the vortex in a spectacular explosion that felt more like the heavens flipping the table.

BOOM!

The training ground didn’t just crack—it disintegrated. A crater, wide enough to make any sect elder faint, yawned beneath their feet. Dust and debris swirled through the air as Bai Yujian landed effortlessly on solid ground, still holding Su Xiaobai upright like a misbehaving toddler.

She released him with an exhale that sounded suspiciously like disappointment.

Her gaze swept over the carnage, her expression grim. "It failed..."

"..."

Her words were like a brick to the face, heavy and impossible to ignore.

Buzzzz...

Su Xiaobai swayed, his head ringing like he’d been hit by a celestial gong.

His ears buzzed, his vision swam, but the sight of the smoldering crater before him was all too clear.

"It… failed?" he muttered, his voice shaky.

Bai Yujian’s tone didn’t soften. "Whoever you were summoning… they’ve been thrown somewhere random. Could be this continent. Could be the next one over. Or worse..."

Her words hit like a hammer, but Su Xiaobai barely noticed. His mind was already in mess, replaying the collapse over and over. Failed? No. Everything had been perfect. Every rune, every calculation, every line—it had been flawless.

But as his gaze glued on the crater, a dark thought wormed its way into his mind.

Something had interfered.

His hands clenched into fists, frustration bubbling beneath his skin. He’d felt it—a ripple of foreign energy cutting through his array just before the explosion. Whatever it was, it had ruined everything.

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Bai Yujian’s voice broke through his spiraling thoughts. "Listen." She sounded cautious now, like she was trying to soothe a particularly grumpy tiger cub. "We can track the disturbance. It’ll take time, but we’ll find them."

For a moment, Su Xiaobai didn’t respond. His gaze stayed locked on the crater, his jaw tight.

Bai Yujian hesitated before stepping closer. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her tone soft but firm. "Hear me—"

Slap!

The sound echoed across the ruins.

Su Xiaobai slapped her hand away without so much as a glance. His voice was cold, laced with a bitterness that wasn’t entirely meant for her. "Leave me alone."

Bai Yujian froze, her hand hovering midair.

"..."

For a moment, the silence was louder than the earlier explosion. Her gaze flicked to her hand, and she stared at it, not in shock, but with the kind of calm that made men start writing their wills.

Without a word, she turned and walked away, her movements sharp and precise. The snap of her robes was the only sound as she disappeared into the night.

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The Empty Night Sky!

Above them, the vortex had long since faded, leaving the heavens eerily still. Su Xiaobai took a few unsteady steps forward, his mind filled with half-formed thoughts.

Then reality hit him like a flying brick.

"Fuck…"

He froze mid-step, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He hadn’t just slapped away anyone. That was Bai Yujian—Sword Peak’s cold-as-ice elder. The same woman who had just saved his ass from being vaporized by heavenly lightning.

And now? She was probably adding him to her list of Things to Deal With, right under "polish sword" and "cultivate godlike killing intent."

Su Xiaobai groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Great. Just great. I’m out here cursing the higher-ups—yes, you lot—for screwing with me and wrecking my array, and now I’ve gone and pissed off the scariest woman in the sect. Perfect timing, Xiaobai. Truly. Give yourselves a round of applause."

He glanced back over his shoulder, half-expecting to see Bai Yujian standing there with her sword already half-drawn.

But there was nothing—just the faint wind carrying the scent of scorched earth.

"She’s going to kill me, isn’t she?" he muttered, his voice flat.

Still, even as the weight of his mistake pressed down on him, his pride refused to budge. Apologizing? To her? That was about as likely as him giving up cultivation and taking up poetry.

He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. "She’ll deal with it. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully."

But as he turned back toward the shadows, the unease stared back at him. It wasn’t just that he’d slapped her hand away—it was the look in her eyes.

That brief flicker of something before she’d walked off.

Shaking off the thought, Su Xiaobai trudged forward, muttering under his breath. "I’ve had worse days. Haven’t I?"