The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 228: Light God!

"... So you'd conclude: sect-trained. On a solo adventure. Probably bored. Probably talented. Probably dangerous."

He leaned forward, chin resting on his knuckles, smirk dangerous and eyes gleaming like moonlit knives.

Nalan Yufei's face shifted.

From flirtation—

To surprise—

To emotionally bitch-slapped silence.

Her lips parted... No words came out.

Just blinking.

System Error: Elf Brain Overloaded.

Su Xiaobai almost added:

[Bitch, please. I did this level of deduction when I was eight. While fucking a city

mayor's daughter blind.]

But he let it pass.

No need to crack her ego clean in half.

She already looked one insult away from turning into a full-blown tsundere with a longbow.

He swirled his wine casually and took another sip.

"Still... nice try."

Yufei finally exhaled, cheeks a touch red, and muttered—

"Arrogant bastard."

Su Xiaobai grinned.

"Mmm. Would say it slower next time."

"Pftt..."

Nalan Yufei nearly spit out her wine like a broken spirit spring, her brain stuttering like a Qi-deprived formation array.

What was wrong with him?

She sighed, shook her head, then — tried to reset her social cultivation technique.

Su Xiaobai, meanwhile?

Zero interest in sleeping with her.

Not because she wasn't beautiful—she absolutely had the skin of a divine beast and the hair of a shampoo commercial sponsored by the Celestial Pavilion—but because...

He didn't have enough intel.

And like any good paranoid villain, he refused to stick his sword into a mystery box while dungeon-diving with unknown variables. No horny sidequests until the main mission clears.

If Nalan Yufei knew that her attempt at making a casual friend was being interpreted as a full-blown seduction event by the walking sword-harem that was Su Xiaobai, she'd cough blood, scream "This wasn't a flag!" and keel over in a pool of her own spiritual regrets.

All she wanted was someone semi-normal to walk around with.

But her options were tragic:

- Holy cosplay prince? Too blessed, probably repressed.

- Emo tattoo boy? 200% cursed and one heartbreak away from becoming a villain backstory.

- Muscle mountain? Brain-dead. Might eat a sword accidentally.

- Demon dog? Actually kind of adorable, but would draw too many weird looks.

Su Xiaobai?

Closest thing to a functional human.

Barely.

So they left the Black Lotus Guild together—like a couple on a low-budget cultivation date—and wandered through the city.

The day was chill.

Until night came.

And they stumbled upon a sketchy, two-stage pagoda called "Three Hundred Flower Pavilion."

Which, naturally, sold a drink named "300 Flower Wine."

Which sounded poetic.

Tasted divine.

And hit like a thunder tribulation wrapped in a romantic subplot.

Result?

Nalan Yufei—knocked the hell out.

Out cold... Sprawled like a goddess who lost her savings in a drinking contest.

Su Xiaobai blinked.

"…What a pain."

He carried her with all the emotional investment of a man transporting laundry, kicked open the inn door, and—

Plopped her half-naked elf body directly onto Yu Feng's bed.

Zero explanation. Zero guilt.

Problem: transferred.

____

Yu Feng, upon entering her room and seeing an unconscious half-nude elf laying across her bedsheets like a passed-out love rival, almost ascended out of sheer confusion.

Her first instinct was to exorcise her.

Fortunately, she recognized the ears.

Barely.

Instead of tossing her out the window, she sighed like a woman who'd seen too much sin and not enough explanations.

____

Meanwhile...

Su Xiaobai?

Vanished into the night.

Why? Because like a true villain protagonist, he'd remembered a side quest that smelled like lore and heresy.

"Light Church," he muttered.

He knew plenty about the Dark Church—home of the heretic arts, cursed Qi, and sexy assassins with daddy issues.

But Light Church?

Nothing.

He only heard whispers in the sect, mostly dismissive stuff like:

[They're not relevant in the heavens anymore. Most of the elemental gods are basically frozen action figures now.]

Still, curiosity struck. So he climbed to the top of Qingxie City's only Light Church cathedral—

And found himself standing right behind the statue of the Light God. A winged man in pristine robes, white marble gleaming like a virgin sect disciple.

Behind the marble wings of the Light God statue, he casually peered over the edge of the church rooftop, watching the faithful bow below like ants worshipping a glowing lantern. He squinted. From above, they looked sincere, too sincere.

Divine light spilled over them like gentle rain, and Su Xiaobai saw actual wounds closing, spiritual fatigue lifting, even cursed marks fading into nothingness.

"…Bullshit," he muttered. "Definitely a scam. Probably running on leftover subsidies from the Celestial Treasury."

Still, his instincts twitched. So he activated "Dragon Eyes", golden pupils narrowing to pierce through illusions and lies—

Nothing.

No formation nodes.

No illusion threads.

No hidden puppeteers in the rafters.

Just divine light. Real. Pure. Unfiltered.

Su Xiaobai's smirk faltered.

Then frowned.

Then realized—he was still peeing.

Right on the statue's leg.

Like it was a urinal sponsored by the Abyss Sect.

The stream flowed. Majestic. Graceful. With a steady arc that insulted heaven and architecture alike.

And just as he was about to zip up?

"…Huh?"

He blinked.

Something… shifted.

The air around him stiffened cold like it had density. Like the atmosphere itself noticed him. The rooftop wind stilled, and the light flickered.

Then—

Crunch.

He heard it.

Stone moving against stone.

He turned his head. Slowly. Very slowly.

And the statue of the Light God?

Its head had turned.

Not all the way.

Just a few degrees.

Just enough that its dead, marble eyes were looking right at him.

His bladder nearly froze mid-stream.

A cold prickle ran down his spine, the kind that makes even a seasoned cultivator reconsider his karma score.

That face—still smiling, still serene—now had weight behind it. Like judgment. Like the heavens had found his browser history and weren't impressed.

The eyes didn't glow.

They didn't move.

But they were watching.

"..."

Su Xiaobai didn't breathe.

Didn't blink.

Didn't even flinch, in case that counted as guilt.

For a moment, the entire rooftop was silent. No wind. No night birds. No city sounds.

Just him, the pee, and divine judgment.

Then—

The feeling vanished.

Gone.

The head hadn't moved.

The statue hadn't changed.

Just illusion.

Just a hallucination. A flicker of Qi distortion. Maybe too much spirit wine.

"…Hmph." He zipped up with practiced flair. "Getting soft."

Still, he gave the statue one last side-eye, just to be sure.

It stared forward, blank, lifeless, like always.

But as he walked off the rooftop, hands behind his back, posture casual—His shadow stared for a moment longer than it should have.

And the statue?

Maybe it was a trick of the moonlight.

But it almost looked like it was smiling wider.

Hiss~

A chill slithered down Su Xiaobai's spine like a cursed snake crawling through his meridians.

He narrowed his eyes, glanced at the statue one last time, and muttered—

"…Nah. Fuuuuck that."

This whole place felt wrong. Holy aura in the air, sky too quiet, and statues looking back.

He'd had enough.

Su Xiaobai bolted off the rooftop in a flash of afterimages and disdain. If someone had drawn a formation circle around his escape route, it would've spelled out "NOPE."

Because now that he actually thought about it…This was a fantasy world.

Where gods exist.

And whether they're dead, frozen, or chilling on divine welfare—

He just pissed on one.

As Su Xiaobai zipped across the rooftops, fate—ever the petty bitch—decided to slap him.

Mid-air, his cultivation core glitched like a faulty spiritual modem. His limbs lost tension, muscles slackened—

"Oh come on—!"

His foot caught nothing. Air, karma and regret. Whatever it was, his balance broke like a cheap pill furnace.

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Why?

Because his foundation realm was still janky. That's what happens when you speedrun cultivation like a madman—occasional random power hiccups.

Like now.

When his strength suddenly nosedived at the worst possible moment.

CRASH!

He slammed into someone full-force, the collision loud enough to scare a nearby ghost into spontaneous combustion.

"Ah—!"

A shriek echoed as a woman in red robes got absolutely yeeted across the market square like a ragdoll in a drama arc no one asked for.

Next to her, a maid stared in frozen horror, mouth open, hands clutching a tray of dumplings like they were sacred talismans.

The woman lay groaning, clearly a protagonist-tier beauty—

Silky golden hair. Crimson phoenix robes. Delicate yet sharp features. Definitely 100% the kind of girl with secret bloodlines and unresolved trauma.

Su Xiaobai?

He stood up, brushed imaginary dust off his sleeves, and walked away like nothing happened.

"W-Wait—!" she called out, breathless, confused, clearly flagged by fate.

He didn't even look back.

Just clicked his tongue.

"Tch. Aura drop. No mood."

Chance encounter? Romance spark?

Fuck that.

The author only gave him chance encounters with death, betrayal, and sexually confused demons.

He wasn't about to chase some plotline just because her face looked expensive.

He was a villain, not a harem protagonist with a side quest tracker.

___

"Madam, are you alright?"

The maid finally regained control of her face and her dumplings, rushing to the side of the red-robed woman now dusting herself off like a kicked treasure box.

Lady Lianhua—hair like strands of gold-forged sunlight, eyes like autumn regret—looked toward the alley where Su Xiaobai had vanished.

"I… I feel like I've seen him somewhere before," she muttered, voice dazed.