The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 269: Blood Puppet?

"A-Are… you… Su—"

"Shhh."

He pinched her lips shut between two fingers, almost gently—like sealing the mouth of a gossiping concubine.

"Just answer the question. One extra word…"

"And I'll let my beasts eat you, starting from your feet."

"Chi."

The Divine Thunder Crane made a honking protest.

I don't eat humans, its look said.

Su Xiaobai rolled his eyes.

But Long Lian didn't know better. She stared at the crane in terror, visibly shaking, then nodded, lips trembling, crystal tears slipping down her white cheeks.

And then—a sharp smell.

Su Xiaobai glanced down.

Oh.

She actually… peed herself.

He stood and took three steps back with visible disgust.

"Tsk. Worse than I remembered."

He shook his head.

How did she figure out it was him?

Impossible.

Didn't matter.

Not now.

With calculated grace, Su Xiaobai turned and approached the impaled Mu Qianshang, who still hung from the tree like an overpriced wall scroll. Her eyes fluttered open as he neared, instinctively sensing death at her doorstep.

"N-No…" she choked, voice wet with blood.

He didn't speak.

He simply reached out, and with one hand, gripped her throat.

Crack.

Her neck snapped cleanly under the pressure of his fingers. Her head slumped forward, finally still.

Su Xiaobai let out a long sigh... relieved.

"No more talismans. Thank the heavens."

He didn't have the stamina for another Hundred-Corpse Slapdown.

The rest of the onlookers?

Their feet turned to ice, their thoughts dissolved. Watching someone die twice was traumatic. Watching someone get looted after death?

Even worse.

Su Xiaobai calmly withdrew the Heavenbreaker and Serpent Spear of Violet Wrath, flicked the blood off like dandruff.

Then, he reached out and pulled her entire tragic beauty corpse into his spatial ring.

Spoils of war.

And also…

"Been wanting to refine a puppet anyway," he muttered.

After all, she was peak Soul Fusion Realm, decently built, reasonably attractive (for someone who screamed a lot), and full of high-grade lightning Qi.

Why waste talent?

He could forge her into a Blood-Controlled Spirit Puppet, binding her soul fragment to a marrow-threaded core. If done right, he might even gain access to her unique thunder arts.

And more importantly…

He could use her puppet to influence Mu Dian.

Because if there was one thing Mu Dian loved more than lightning…

It was his "miracle children."

Su Xiaobai chuckled to himself, casually wiping blood off his brow with the back of his palm, though all he really did was smear it deeper.

"Thunder father, puppet daughter. A touching reunion."

The laugh was soft, the kind that made sect disciples quietly update their wills.

The rest of the group, already spiritually numb from the massacre, exchanged glances like prisoners waiting for the executioner's mood to shift. Their eyes quietly said goodbye to one another.

They witnessed a man make blood puppets out of nobility.

"Ranran."

His voice slashed across the tense silence like a sword through silk.

Su Yiran, hidden beneath her veil, blinked. She'd been briefly lost in her own thoughts—somewhere between horror, nausea, and the long list of things Su Xiaobai had forcibly taught her about sword posture, tongue positioning, and emotional trauma.

She turned her head.

He was looking directly at her.

Still drenched in blood.

Crimson. Chunky. Bits of Mu Tianlei's spleen were still stuck to his robes like post-battle confetti.

Su Xiaobai didn't seem to notice.

Or care.

The most shaken of them all?

Long Lian.

Kneeling in the dirt, eyes wide, face pale.

There was no longer any doubt.

This was him!

Su Xiaobai.

Son of Eternal Su.

The corpse who wasn't supposed to breathe again.

Didn't he die? Didn't his whole family burn?

What in the abyss is he doing here… alive… and terrifying?!

She looked at him with a fear born not of battle, but of knowing the past had come to collect her spine.

He used to be a brat with a stick, now he was commanding mythical beasts, ignoring logic, and making murder look casual.

Su Yiran, meanwhile, stared with a completely different expression. Her lips twitching, her hands clenched.

He's going to harass me again, isn't he?

After the incident at the lake, where Su Xiaobai decided sword lessons included chest contact, hip alignment, and unsolicited breath on her ear—Su Yiran had been in a permanent state of dread.

He'd been relentless during their entire journey.

He pestered her with casual requests.

Comments. Smirks. Compliments about her "burned symmetry."

He hadn't even looked at Wen Luli, who was prettier, with a perfect cue baby face and majestic peaks.

But no.

He kept chasing the girl with the disfigured cheek and frost-wrapped silence.

By now, most of the group had already concluded this "Shi Tian" was completely unstable.

And after the hammering, the corpse-looting, and the blood-slick monologues?

Confirmed.

He was insane. Beautifully, violently, absolutely insane.

Su Yiran had started to believe he was just not stable!

And now? Now she was sure. He wasn't courting her. He was collecting karma points by traumatizing her first.

That wasn't romance... That was psychological warfare.

Long Lian coincidentally looked at Ranran's shiloutte too.

They exchanged glances for a moment, their eyes clashing.

For Long Lian, it was terror.

'Will I survive this?'

For Su Yiran, it was different.

'Will I be drop-kicked into a crater?'

Su Xiaobai walked past the others and tapped startled Long Lian on the forehead with a finger glowing faintly with Qi.

"Take this woman. Seal her mouth. She'll lead us to Sun Lingxi. If she tries anything—"

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"Feed her to the birds."

The Divine Thunder Crane made a disapproving honk, but said nothing. Probably tired of being accused of man-eating.

Su Yiran, still veiled as Ranran, exhaled in relief.

No surprise harassment.

She was really scared now—if this psycho snapped her neck while kissing her, wouldn't that be a tragic way to die? She didn't know why, but ever since Mu Qingshan mentioned it before her death, his image had become synonymous with "lunatic" in her mind.

She sighed. At least it was just a clear task.

And oh, what a lovely task it was.

"Understood," she said.

She cracked her fingers, loud enough to be disrespectful, soft enough to be terrifying. 'A perfect opportunity…To even the score with this jade-faced witch.'

There was... enthusiasm.

Maybe even a little too enthusiastically.

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow, watching her walk toward Long Lian.

"Oddly eager..."

He shrugged.

"Everyone's insane these days," he muttered. "Must be something in the air."

Long Lian flinched the moment Su Yiran approached. Even though she couldn't see the face behind the veil, the glow in those ice-blue eyes carried malice, history, and pending violence.

Then, Thud!

Su Yiran kicked Long Lian down. Not lightly. Not gently. The kind of kick you give a debt collector who overcharged you during a war.

"Move," Su Yiran said calmly.

There was no mercy in her voice.

Long Lian gasped, tried to stand, but Su Yiran stomped on her back — again — with the grace of a former princess turned villainess.

There was a deeply satisfying thud.

Su Xiaobai squinted, then nodded to himself.

"She's got issues," he mumbled.

Mutual misdiagnosis complete.

And thus, under the cover of night, with one woman bleeding, another woman smiling too hard, and a group of traumatized cultivators pretending to meditate...

They made their way toward the hidden valley.

Where the Sun Dynasty Princess waited.

Unaware that a devil in bloodstained robes, a vengeful woman in disguise, and a corpse-filled inventory were all on their way.