The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Chapter 113 Predatory Elder Zhu!

"Lucky guess."

"…"

Zhu Qing rolled her eyes. A slow curl of her lips. Sharp. Mocking.

This brat… Su Xiaobai didn't even know how to properly refine Qi, yet here he stood, acting like the heavens owed him a favor. Amusing? Sure. Useful? Rarely. To think he might one day surpass her? Bitter. Laughable. Infuriating.

"Let's hope your guess doesn't get us both killed," she muttered, dipping her hand into the fountain.

Splash~! The blood was thick. Warm. Sticky. It stuck to her fingers, refusing to let go... Sliding between them like a drunken lover, insistent and messy.

Her lips twisted in disgust.

She smeared the blood onto the door's veins—carved ridges that snaked across black stone, coiled and intricate like something alive.

"Come on…" she breathed, voice dropping. Her palm moved, slow and deliberate. A tease. A coax. "Open up for me."

Nothing.

The veins stayed cold. Dark.

Her brow twitched. Her smile thinned. She pressed harder, dragging her hand with all the care of a courtesan working a stubborn patron. Still, the veins refused her.

"Not even a twitch?" she muttered. Irritation flared. She dragged her hand across again… harder this time. Nothing.

Again.

And again.

The veins pulsed faintly—only to spit the blood back. A quiet rejection.

Behind her, Su Xiaobai leaned against the wall. Silent. Watching. His eyes darted between her, the door, and the fountain. The quiet stretched... unbearable.

Zhu Qing clenched her jaw.

"Problem?" Su Xiaobai's voice broke the silence, smooth and low. His smile curled, sharp as a knife.

She flicked her hand, blood splattering the ground. "Problem is this thing has no taste," she snapped. "I've tried everything short of selling my soul, and it still won't open."

Su Xiaobai straightened, stepping closer. His gaze lingered on the door… the veins… the endless fountain spewing crimson.

Then he grinned.

Slash.

The sound of blade slicing flesh was soft… clean. Blood welled on his fingertip, dripping onto the metallic veins.

Zhu Qing crossed her arms. Smiling. "You do realize I already tried this, right? The door doesn't like handouts."

WHOOSH!

The veins shuddered.

A deep, pulsing red spread through the ridges, glowing like molten fire. The grooves came alive, twisting and writhing like snakes tasting fresh meat.

The air trembled.

The door groaned. Ancient gears shifted, grinding against time itself.

Zhu Qing blinked. The faintest flicker of surprise cracked through her mask.

Su Xiaobai turned. That smug grin. He didn't need words—his face said it all: See that? Who's lucky now?

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"…Huh." Zhu Qing stepped forward, studying the glowing veins. Her eyes narrowed. "Curious. It seems the door prefers... unpolished offerings." Her smile returned. Slow. Wicked. Sharp.

"Unpolished?" Su Xiaobai leaned lazily against the door, "If you're calling that 'standards,' then we've got a bigger problem than I thought."

The smile on Zhu Qing's face slipped. "It's still not fully open, though."

Su Xiaobai shrugged, his bloodied finger tracing a glowing ridge. "These doors don't open for just anyone. Blood's just the handshake… the door won't embrace you unless you're worth it."

He nodded at the fountain. Its endless cascade of blood shinning in the dark, "That thing? A cheap distraction. If its blood worked, this place would already be crawling with idiots. Doors like this? They want something real. Something... alive."

Zhu Qing's gaze sharpened, glinting with danger. "Alive, huh?"

"…"

She studied him in silence, her brow arching slightly. This man… His ability to treat death like a punchline should have annoyed her. And yet... it didn't. It intrigued her.

The sigh escaped before she could stop it. Tossing him off the ship should have humbled him, driven some sense into that smug skull of his.

Clearly, it hadn't.

Now, thanks to his antics, they were staring down a door that fed on blood as greedily as a demon feeds on fear.

She glanced at the veins, throbbing greedily. Even if they both bled themselves dry, she doubted it would be enough. The door didn't just take. It demanded.

Tip… Tip…

The sound dragged her attention back.

Her eyes narrowed.

This idiot... Su Xiaobai, had pulled out a folding chair (why in the hells did he even own one?) and sat himself down. His wrist hung lazily over the veins, slit open, blood dripping freely onto the glowing ridges.

"Su Xiaobai," Zhu Qing said coolly, stepping closer. "Have you lost what little sense you had?"

"No," he replied flatly, his eyes fixed on the door.

"Fool." Her fingers closed around his arm, her grip like steel. Snap. She yanked it aside, her voice low and sharp. "Do you think you're immortal, or are you just tired of living?"

"??" Su Xiaobai blinked at her, startled. Then his lips curled into a smile. "Peak Lord Zhu, I didn't know you cared. Or are you just feeling guilty for tossing me off that ship?"

Zhu Qing's eyes narrowed, her grip tightening briefly before letting him go. Her voice was soft, but every word carried weight. "If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have wasted time teaching you a lesson."

"Lesson not learned, then." Su Xiaobai rubbed his arm, "Now, if you don't mind, I do have a plan. And yes, I can grow back limbs—and blood."

Zhu Qing's gaze flicked to his wrist. The wound was already closing, the skin knitting itself back together as if mocking her. Then, without hesitation, he slashed it open again.

Splash!

Blood flowed, pooling in the grooves like wine poured for a thirsty guest.

Her expression didn't waver, but her eyes... There was something oddly satisfying about watching his body defy logic.

Crude. Slow. But effective.

She tilted her head, her lips curving faintly. "Your body really is like an unkillable pest."

Su Xiaobai snorted, leaning back in his chair with lazy arrogance. "Pest? You wound me. Cockroach, maybe. But pests don't survive this long."

Her smile sharpened. "Survival isn't proof of worth, Little Villain. Even weeds thrive in ruins."

His laugh was soft, almost genuine. "And yet, I'm the one doing the work. You're welcome."

"Work?" Zhu Qing's gaze flicked to the glowing veins, now brighter than before, then back to him. "Bleeding yourself out like livestock isn't work. It's desperation." Her tone was calm, detached. "But by all means, carry on. I'll intervene when you start looking pale."

Su Xiaobai gave her a flat look. "Appreciate the concern."

"Concern?" Zhu Qing chuckled, low and smooth. "Hardly. If you keel over, I'll just toss your body at the door and see if it takes the rest of you."

Su Xiaobai, "..."

He stared at her, deadpan. Zhu Qing met his gaze, her face perfectly composed... until it cracked.

Laughter spilled from her lips—rich, soft, and entirely unguarded.

"Enough."

Her laughter faded, sharpening like a blade. Her eyes rested on him. Calm. Searching. A flicker of curiosity burned beneath her iron mask.

"These little abilities of yours… Who else knows?"

"…"

Su Xiaobai stared at her blankly, then sighed. "Do I look like an idiot who'd go around flaunting my abilities?"

"Mm..." Zhu Qing almost nodded. She wanted to.

This man… Beneath the cocky smirk and casual charm, there was something else. Something sharper. Something dangerous.

The way he sat there, so at ease, so unbothered, only made her more uneasy. He didn't just hide his cards… He buried them deep, under layers of wit and arrogance.

And now, there was this.

First, that strange skill. The one where nothing—nothing—could harm him. Invincible Body, he called it. A joke of a name… but it wasn't funny.

Now, his healing.

The wound on his wrist was already gone. Clean. Smooth. Perfect. She'd seen lesser cultivators crawl to their graves with injuries half as severe. Yet here he was. Cutting himself open again, blood spilling like wine, and smiling through it all.

Her eyes narrowed.

Tip… Tip…

The blood fell, feeding the veins. The grooves glowed brighter, throbbing with life.

Zhu Qing's fingers twitched. She almost warned him. Almost told him to stop showing off, to stop flashing these abilities like a brothel sign on a stormy night. But no… That wasn't necessary.

This bastard… He was hiding his hand better than a thief.

Su Xiaobai's smile didn't waver. But inside, he felt anything but confident.

These abilities… He'd always had them. Gifts from his Demonic bloodline. Gifts no one respected. Invincible Body? Trash. It barely lasted a breath. Immortal Vitality Dormant.

But now…

His Qi had changed everything. The Invincible Body shielded him longer. The Immortal Vitality burned brighter. And the third… The one he hadn't revealed yet.

Infernal Flames.

Hotter than hell. Deadlier than poison. Even Zhu Qing and Bai Yujian didn't know about it. And he planned to keep it that way.

Zhu Qing's eyes on him. For a moment, she considered speaking. A warning? A lesson?

No.

There was no need. This cockroach was careful. Too careful. He wasn't about to show off for free.

Her lips curled into a faint smile. Sharp. Cruel. "Hide it well, Little Villain… The wolves will come when they catch the scent of blood."

Su Xiaobai's face darkened. "And what about the wolf in front of me…?"

Her shadow drew closer. Closer. Her face leaned in, smiling. Disarming. Yet there was no romance in her gaze. No warmth.

"This wolf just needs a little of your…"

Su Xiaobai, "…"

Every nerve in his body screamed at him to run. Flee. Escape.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

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A few minutes later, Su Xiaobai found out exactly how wrong.

'Thirsty bitch!'

The first sensation was a tingling.

Strange. Wrong.

Her lips pressed against his skin, soft and warm, but the way her tongue moved...

Slurp... Slurp...

Slithering. Twisting. Wet. Like a snake curling around its prey.

Molested. That was the word. It was as if she was violating him.

Hot. Wet. Slurping sounds filled the air. Each one a sharp, sticky sound against his discomfort.

"Don't complain," Zhu Qing murmured, her voice a sultry hum against his skin. "Once I regain my strength, I could break these doors like matchsticks."

Su Xiaobai chuckled dryly, though it felt more like a gasp. "And what technique for regaining strength involves sucking me dry?"