The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 259: Death River?

"You…"

The words left his lips slowly. Even he wasn't prepared.

The woman beneath the veil had the figure of a beauty—any man with eyes could tell that much, even through robes.

But the face—

Her skin was pale, soft like cream beneath the burn marks. Smooth dark brown hair, faint curls at the tips. Her lashes long, her lips naturally plump sexy red.

But across her cheek… the burn was fresh.

Ugly.

Half her face was damaged—recently healed, but visibly ruined.

Not hideous—but tragic.

Su Xiaobai clicked his tongue and tossed a piece of cloth at her.

"Cover it back. Damn," he muttered.

Su Yiran said nothing, but her hands moved quickly. She wrapped the cloth around her head again, covering everything but her eyes.

Inside, she smiled bitterly.

As a woman, she knew—beauty was a curse.

And she had taken every precaution.

But what she didn't expect…was that the man in front of her was the type to harass even an 'ugly' woman.

Before she could move, Su Xiaobai leaned in again.

Puchi!

He squinted at her body—then shamelessly reached forward.

His hand gripped her chest.

"You've got a body like that with a face like this?" he said. "What a waste of resources."

"...!!" Su Yiran shivered, her whole body freezing.

Her cheeks flushed red in anger, hands trembled, clenched tight. This was the first time another man had touched her like this. It wasn't painful—but it was humiliating.

Her eyes snapped to his—sharp, furious, then, just as quickly, Su Xiaobai withdrew his hand.

"Eh. If the face was better, maybe," Su Xiaobai said casually, standing. "But I've got more important things to do."

He brushed imaginary dust off his sleeve like nothing had happened.

Turning back to the others, he announced proudly:

"By the way, my name is 'Daddy of Sun Liang'—"

He paused. That felt incomplete.

"—also known as "Evil Emperor Shi Tian". Sounds good, doesn't it?"

Everyone stared blankly.

Zhou Ping nervously cleared his throat. "Brother Shi Tian, I-I think I know where Sun Lingxi is. Someone said she's near the volcano!"

The others glared at him, silently cursing.

Traitor.

Who knew if Su Xiaobai would actually spare them once he got what he wanted?

But Zhou Ping just wanted to survive. Honor wasn't going to save him.

Su Xiaobai just clapped him on the back with the affection of a dog owner patting a particularly useful mutt.

"Smart guy, you live another day" he said, grinning. "Lead the way."

The group began moving. Up ahead, the volcanic ridge loomed—a jagged black line cutting across the horizon, smoke curling from its peak like a warning.

As they walked, Su Xiaobai felt a gaze burning into his back.

He glanced sideways—

And caught her.

The veiled woman.

She immediately looked away, almost too quickly.

Su Yiran's heart leapt into her throat.

She didn't know how he always noticed her—even when she tried to stay invisible.

Was it the veil? Her aura? The pure bad luck of fate?

Whatever it was, she didn't try a

nything else.

The rest of the way, she followed in silence.

No tricks, and no resistance.

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Crunch...

As they hiked through the suffocating green of the forest, trees too wide and too alive for anyone's comfort, they were ambushed more than once by overgrown mosquitoes with swords for noses, and occasionally by vine-beasts that tried to strangle confidence out of cultivators.

Long Yushen handled most of them with casual glaive swings, still looking too dignified to admit Su Xiaobai was their temporary overlord.

But nobody dared test the guy with a giant crane and seventy-two severed Marshal heads in his spatial ring.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai strolled with hands behind his back, walking beside Beibei, the now ten-meter-tall Violet Thunder Crane, who flapped its wings with arrogant elegance.

Su Xiaobai, sneakily peeked into his small internal world.

Still there.

The massive unopened Dark Lotus, wrapped in frozen time.

"Tch… Sleeping beauty... " He clicked his tongue.

Back in the cave, he'd waited days for Yu Feng to come out of the lotus, but the woman had zero sense of time.

So Su Xiaobai, being the patient, caring individual he was, drained the entire cave's dark qi with the Dark Tab, shattered the realm itself, and stuffed both her and the unopened lotus into his inner world like he was storing leftovers.

What did he get for his effort?

He got yeeted into this hellzone by a dimensional glitch, crashing directly into a herd of Hunter beasts shaped like minotaurs with anger disorders.

Luckily, the Lin triplets were still hanging around, though mostly decorative.

Beibei, however, had just completed its breakthrough to Integration Realm and was now strong enough to body entire tribes with Su Xiaobai's dark qi backing. The slaughter was beautiful.

Now, after four hours of aggressive walking and passive death-staring, they arrived at a river crossing.

Not a cute, babbling brook. Oh no.

A fifty-meter-wide slab of death. The water was deep blue, the kind of blue that says, "Everything that touches me dies."

On the other side? Heaven.

Lush trees with fiery red leaves, golden mist in the sky, and the faint smell of peaches. A lie, basically.

Su Xiaobai glanced up. "Beibei, fly across and scout."

Beibei tilted her massive bird-head, looked at the sky, then gave the most dramatic shake of the head in beast history.

"CHI! Chi-chi-chi—fuck no!"

Su Xiaobai squinted. "Did you just cuss?"

"Chi."

Everyone behind him stood awkwardly.

"Tsk. Coward." Now suspicious, Su Xiaobai activated villain protocol. He turned, looking at the group behind him with narrowed eyes.

Then pointed. "You, go first."

"... Me?" Ranran—aka Su Yiran—pointed at herself, as if she hadn't already accepted her role as cannon fodder.

The rest of the group backed away from her like she had plague qi.

"Of course you." Su Xiaobai's tone was casual, obviously sinister. "You've got the finest legs here. Perfect bait. If anything down there has eyes, they'll be grateful before dying."

Ranran blinked once. "I'm not even—"

Then... said nothing.

She was used to eyes—both reverent and filthy.

This man, though… was neither.

He was something else.

She simply stepped forward, her steps neither hurried nor hesitant, walking muttering something about castration techniques and regretting every life decision that led her to not veil her entire body.

Her figure like a resentful fairy princess condemned to die in a fairy tale gone wrong.

"Too late," Su Xiaobai said cheerfully behind her, his gaze fixed with full malevolence on the hypnotic sway in her hips. "I already named your backside—'Bait No. 1.' Congratulations, Miss Ran, your future husband would be so proud!"

"...!" Ranran paused for a heartbeat.

Not to react.

But to remember.

This name.... Shi Tian!

This face.

'Shi Tian... Shi Tian... Shi Tian.. may your dantian explode mid-breakthrough.'

She would etch it into memory—not with hatred, but with blood. If fate allowed her… one day, this man would die beneath a snowfall of silence.

His name on the first page of her personal death note, bold, cursive, and gold-plated.

She stepped toward the river, each breath a curse.

The calmness was wrong.

Water too opaque.

Too still, Like a corpse pretending to sleep...

A soft glowing silver-blue like liquid moonlight under a setting sun, rippling only when the wind whispered.

Ancient Gingko trees stood along the banks, their roots twisted like petrified dragons, drinking from the cursed waters.

Strange birds screeched high above, and the red mist drifting off the surface gave the whole place a "welcome to hell" vibe.

Behind her, the group watched silently.

It was like they were attending a funeral.

With snacks.

Even the ten-meter-tall crane, Beibei, blinked twice. That was her version of a shrug... Real helpful.

Su Yiran squinted her eyes. "Useless bird."

She exhaled slowly, her body tensed, then—whoosh—Mist gathered at her feet, whirling like a vortex before solidifying into an elegant, curved ice bridge, pale and gleaming like a crescent moon forged by a winter goddess.

She moved.

Graceful, silent, and divine.

Each step was like a dance—light taps that echoed across the glassy river.

And then…

Ripples.

One.

Three.

Dozens.

Splash!

Then—

KRAKOOM!

"ROOOAAARR—!!"

The water exploded, three monstrous figures shot out like spirit-possessed spears.

Not crocodiles.

Ten meter long, Demon Crocodiles of the Nether Marsh.

Green scales layered like forged armor.

Eyes glowing yellow, pupils shaped like burning coins.

And mouths—wide enough to bite through a carriage, lined with dagger-teeth dripping violet venom.

"Maneater demon?" Su Yiran's heart skipped a beat, the bridge flickered.

Her spiritual flow stuttered—panic disrupted the flow of Qi.

CRACK!

One beast snapped its jaw where she'd stood half a second ago, shattering the bridge like stale pastry under a divine boot.

She twisted in mid-air, frost spiraling around her feets as she flipped.

THUD!

She hit the muddy bank hard, sliding back, her elbow scraped open, milky white skin, a bloom of crimson blood on snow.

She sat up, hair disheveled, dirt on her lips, looking very much like a frost fairy who just got punched by a swamp god.

"There are beasts in the water," she said softly, her voice like wind brushing cold stone. "Crossing it would be... a waste of lives."