The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 243: Sea of Blood!

Su Xiaobai's eyes narrowed.

"Another Earth Dragon?" he muttered.

But no—this one felt different. Stronger. Smoother. Smarter. Its cultivation pulsed at the peak of Spirit Severing Realm, an oppressive pressure rippling through the swamp.

And then—

Chime.

A faint, bell-like sound echoed through the air, crisp and melodic.

Everyone looked up.

A small spirit floated toward Su Xiaobai—no larger than a sparrow, its body cloaked in shimmering violet and black feathers, eyes glowing with intelligence.

It hovered before him like a miniature executioner with wings.

"...A projection?" Su Xiaobai muttered.

No, it was more than that.

He could feel it in his bones.

This was a true spirit—the kind only a high-grade beast could release.

It resembled a crane. But not quite.

It was leaner, deadlier. The edges of its wings were sharp, like spiritual razors folded into feathers. Its presence radiated ancient pride and poultry menace.

"A crane-type spirit beast…? No," he said under his breath. "This one's different."

Then—

Deng Lei's voice, suggested.

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"Look behind you."

He didn't need to.

Su Xiaobai's spiritual sense already screamed at him.

But for the sake of drama?

He turned.

Slowly.

And there it was.

A massive shadow, towering five meters high.

Feathers like lightning.

Eyes like storm clouds.

Aura like a pissed-off demigod.

The Divine Thunder Crane stood behind him, watching.

Its gaze was calm.

Curious.

A little judgy.

Su Xiaobai blinked.

"…"

The crane blinked back.

"…"

It tilted its head, just slightly.

A gesture that said:

"Are you the I saved, or a new one?"

Su Xiaobai tightened his grip on the meat in his hand.

He had just enough energy left to blink…

Maybe dodge a wing slap.

But the crane didn't attack.

Instead—

Whoosh!

In the next moment, the Divine Thunder Crane became a streak of light, flashing across the air and vanishing straight into Su Xiaobai's hand—into his ring world.

As if it had found its rightful home.

"…"

Su Xiaobai stood there.

Blinking.

Still holding meat.

Still stunned.

Did… a random beast just enter his ring world on its own?

"It's the chicken. The one you had."

Nalan Yufei's voice was flat—trying to sound serious.

But a smile still slipped through.

Su Xiaobai's eyes slowly widened, brain cells lighting up like firecrackers.

Wait.

Does this mean…

He accidentally picked up a mystic egg from god-knows-where, and instead of hatching into some useless poultry, it gave birth to a divine beast?

And all it needed was… a little heaven-sent recharge?

Or maybe—just maybe—the author got lazy and decided to slap some buffs on Miss KFC to keep the plot interesting.

Either way—

Su Xiaobai was delighted.

And he refused to explain a single thing.

No one needed to know that he treated the chicken with utmost respect—fed her spiritual rice, massaged her claws, let her peck Shi Yan once…

Good karma paid off.

Because right now, in his ring world?

Miss KFC was breaking through into the Integration Realm.

Back to business.

"What happened to the Earth Dragon's beast core?"

Su Xiaobai asked casually, turning toward the group with the kind of smile that could make a merchant cry.

Sure, he had sect resources now. But profit was profit. And he wasn't the type to let someone chew on his dividends.

Deng Lei, still rocking the puppet arm, pulled out a small, dark shinning orb.

"It's here. Once we get back, we can sell it. Split the earnings. Half to Brother Su Xiaobai, rest divided among the rest of us. Sound fair?"

Everyone went quiet.

That core was worth a fortune—easily hundreds of thousands of spirit stones. Even the ones who claimed to be above materialism suddenly found their Qi fluctuating just a little harder.

But all eyes drifted to Su Xiaobai.

He'd vaporized the dragon. Nalan Yufei clearly backed him. Ku Rong was neutral. Yu Feng? Quietly leaning his way too.

A fight in these lawless swamp plains?

No thanks.

Especially not with someone who could casually explode divine reptiles.

Su Xiaobai was about to nod.

Then—

SHWIP!

A blur of shadow.

"Nu!"

A high-pitched yelp.

The tiger cub—yes, that lazy striped ball of fur—suddenly dashed forward and swallowed the entire beast core in one clean gulp.

"!!!"

"What!?"

"STOP THAT THING!"

Shi Yan's eyes bulged.

This was a priest who loved money more than his own scriptures. He lunged, fully ready to commit beasticide.

The Obsidian Tiger, startled, let out a tiny "Mreow!" and fled—straight behind Su Xiaobai.

Shi Yan raised his hand to strike—

And stopped.

Because Su Xiaobai's aura blasted, just enough to remind everyone why the sky still smelled like burnt dragon.

He stood calmly, petting the cub, who now looked way too smug for someone who should be dead.

Su Xiaobai smiled.

Stiffly.

"Eat. Eat more. But if you don't grow into a divine pet later…"

He leaned in, voice low.

"…I'm eating you back."

The others didn't hear that part.

They just thought Su Xiaobai was showing rare affection.

And sighed.

Before anyone could argue, Deng Lei raised a hand with a very practiced "let's-not-die" expression.

"Forget it. We'll find more treasures ahead. Brother Su Xiaobai killed the dragon. That core was rightfully his anyway."

Peace restored.

Barely.

They packed up and set off again, their boots splashing through thick red waters.

A vast crimson swamp stretched ahead—

Like a Sea of Blood, cursed and boiling with foul Qi.

Su Xiaobai tucked the tiger back into his ring world. After the chicken incident, he was now very careful with what stayed in his pockets.

Who knew?

He might have picked up a god-tier hamster by mistake.

And next time?

He'd check the pet's manual.

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In just a few days, they'd finally made it—out of the swamps.

No more mud pits. No more dragon barbecues. No more spiritual mosquitoes the size of horses.

But what lay ahead?

Was worse.

A vast expanse stretched before them.

An Actual Sea of Blood.

No metaphor.

Actual blood.

Vast, crimson, and silent.

The water lapped gently at their ankles, thick like soup made from sin. Ripples danced across the surface as if something massive was breathing beneath it.

"Are you… sure this is the way?"

Yu Feng whispered, clutching her sleeves, visibly unsettled.

The mist here was different—heavier, damper, like it had been exhaled by a corpse.

"It should be," Lan Tian muttered. "The map says this is the safest path. As long as we don't leave the trail… we'll be fine."

"Safe?" Shi Yan muttered under his breath. "It's called the Sea of Blood, not the Lake of Puppies."

"But it already predicted the Earth Dragon, right?" Lan Tian added quickly. "The timing, the location—it was all spot on."

Reluctantly, the others nodded.

Fair point.

The map had been suspiciously accurate.

And now, they all turned to glance at Lan Tian.

Except Su Xiaobai, who didn't even bother.

He'd already connected the dots.

They pushed on.

Slowly.

Boots splashing with every step.

The sea extended in every direction. Red fog rose off the surface. The air tasted like rust and resentment.

Then—

They saw it.

Floating just ahead.

Robes.

Dozens of them.

High-quality, expensive, enchanted.

Bright silks and dark spiritual fabrics, all drifting peacefully like they'd just decided to nap.

And not just robes.

Equipment.

Spatial Rings.

Gold.

A pile of items glittered above the surface—floating softly, a miniature mountain of treasure just waiting to be claimed.

"…Is that a peak-grade saber?" Deng Lei muttered, eyes squinting.

"And an alchemist's cauldron," Yu Feng added. "Mid-grade. Hasn't even been dented."

Everyone stopped.

No one spoke.

Because this wasn't just suspicious.

It was stupidly suspicious.

Like someone had left a "Loot Here, Idiot" sign in the middle of a cursed blood ocean.