The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Chapter 229 - 229: Horny Wind, Holy Forest, and the Smell of Plot!

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

That man.

That fleeting figure. Cold eyes, devil-may-care stride. A spiritual aura that smelled faintly of villainy and good wine.

The maid tilted her head, confused. "An old friend?"

The woman didn't answer immediately.

Because if Su Xiaobai had waited just one moment longer, he would've realized—

He'd just body-checked Lady Feng Lianhua.

Phoenix-blooded of the Vermillion Phoenix Dynasty.

And the girl whose treasure map he once "borrowed" in the forest.

It was about a year ago.

She'd been injured—in the wilds.

And Su Xiaobai, found her passed out and immediately activated his two signature techniques:

- Villain's Greed

- Speed Looting

He stole her treasure map, the one she spent years re

Dull, muted, and twisted.

Even Nalan Yufei, as beautifully built as she was—with gray hair like moonlit silk, sharp cheekbones, full lips, a womb-tier waistline, and a pair of phoenix-level breasts that could bless an entire sect's bloodline—gave off that same eerie feeling.

Her figure?

God-tier.

But the Qi around her?

Wrong.

Dead wrong.

"...Don't they look a bit cursed?" Su Xiaobai muttered, eyeing her curves while also sensing spiritual rot.

Yufei, arguing with a border guard, didn't hear.

Yu Feng did.

And immediately misunderstood.

Snorting, she snapped, "Don't bother. They're not interested in breeding with outer-race perverts."

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow. "Breeding, huh?"

Yu Feng flushed red. "I mean—courting! I meant courting!"

But he wasn't listening.

His eyes stayed on Yufei, watching her from behind.

Then muttered, "Good hips. Definitely fertile. Wonder what she looks like in heat mode—"

"Cultivate a conscience!" Yu Feng hissed, almost elbowing him.

Dong Lei, ever the well-meaning meathead mediator, scratched his chin and offered with innocent wisdom, "Usually , elves stick to their little forest dynasties. Nalan Yufei's just… a strange branch on the tree. Some of them get curious, want to see the world...."

Su Xiaobai was already drifting away.

Toward Lan Tian, who stood at the front, looking like he wanted to kill every tree in sight.

His gaze was cold, sharp—twisted with a strange emotion.

Hatred.

"They're cursed," Lan Tian muttered, eyes locked on the elves. "They can't use Light Qi anymore."

His voice dripped with spite.

Like he enjoyed watching holy bloodlines rot.

Su Xiaobai tilted his head. "Huh. Explains the weird funk."

Before he could ask more, Nalan Yufei returned, signaling that the gate was open.

The squad formed back up, stepping into the forest.

And that's when it hit them—

FOOM!

A wave of corrupted black miasma slapped their faces like a demon's greasy fart.

Everyone reached into their sleeves, pulling out cloth masks pre-soaked in purifying elixirs.

They pressed forward.

The vibrant forest floor ended.

And in its place—

An ashen wasteland.

Mud the color of rot... Trees shriveled like corpses.

A faint acidic drizzle hissed softly, burning against their protective auras.

Their pace slowed.

A protective formation deployed, covering the team in a sphere of muted light as they passed through the hellscape.

Everyone was silent now.

No jokes.... No flirting... No complaining.

Only one thought among them:

They had no idea what the fuck was coming next.

And neither did Su Xiaobai.

But he already smelled it.

Plot.

Something wicked was stirring.

And for once, it wasn't his dick.

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Half a Month Later — Outskirts of the Hanmeng Plain

The journey was long.

Mud, miasma, and murder.

But somehow—through beast ambushes, cursed trees, and one extremely awkward incident involving Ku Rong accidentally sleeping inside a spirit-devouring cocoon—they made it.

Before them now lay a town.

Yi Town.

Small in size, but bloated with activity. A tumor of civilization at the edge of the world. What began as a pit stop for desperate merchants had swelled into a full-blown sin market, sustained by blood money and the constant churn of mercenaries prepping to die gloriously (or stupidly) in the corruption beyond.

And today?

It throbbed with energy.

The 49 Days of Weeping Moon Festival had begun.

Banners fluttered between buildings. Spirit lanterns glowed with hollow joy. People drank, gambled, fucked, and bought talismans they were definitely going to die with.

Overhead, the sacred dome barrier shimmered like a soap bubble reinforced with divine script—the only thing keeping the Corrupt Qi out.

As they stepped through the entrance gate—

FWOOOSH.

The pressure lifted.

Masks off... Breaths deep.

"Finally… I can breathe." Nalan Yufei exhaled, her voice bright and relieved, a sweet smile lighting up her face.

Pearl-white teeth, moon-skin cheeks.

She looked radiant, and fresh.

Like someone who hadn't seen a single corpse in their life. Which, of course, made her stick out like a phoenix feather in a pigsty.

Those more attuned—Su Xiaobai included—instantly noted it.

"Yup. Forest girl — Untraumatized. Probably still believes in love."

He said nothing. Just smirked faintly, hands tucked into his sleeves like a smug fortune-teller watching fate prepare its dick.