The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Chapter 90 A'Jin! Pleasure Pavillion!

The Weapon Hall!

The weapon hall was quiet, save for the faint hum of spiritual energy vibrating through the racks of blades, spears, and various exotic instruments of death. Su Xiaobai expected to be greeted by an elder, maybe a bored inner disciple. Instead, he found himself face-to-face with Zhao Tianxuan—the sect master himself.

"Sect Master...?" Su Xiaobai halted mid-step.

Zhao Tianxuan, draped in his usual white robe, stood near a weapons rack with his hands behind his back.

His aura was calm yet powerful.

"Ah, Su Xiaobai," Zhao Tianxuan greeted, his fox-like eyes narrowing with a sharp smile. "You're here."

The words meaningful, as though Su Xiaobai had just stepped into a game he hadn't agreed to play.

"Why are you here...?" Su Xiaobai asked cautiously.

"To deliver this," Zhao Tianxuan replied, unsheathing a crimson sword and holding it out. The blade gleamed ominously, its once-corrupted aura now silent. "Your requested weapon. Purged of evil by Elder Liu Chenfu."

Su Xiaobai's brows furrowed. "And Elder Liu couldn't deliver it himself because…?"

"Do you think someone of his status has the time to deal with disciples?" Zhao Tianxuan's tone was sharp, like a reprimand disguised as an answer. "Consider this a privilege."

Su Xiaobai's instincts screamed louder. "What do you really want?"

Zhao Tianxuan's smile widened slightly. "Sharp as ever. There's a small errand I need you to handle in Yunnan City. You'll visit a place called Pleasure Pavilion and meet a woman named A'Jin. She'll hand you… goods."

Pleasure Pavilion. Su Xiaobai stared blankly.

"Do I even need to say it?" he muttered.

Zhao Tianxuan's brow arched imperiously. "Say what, exactly?"

"That this is as suspicious as Elder Liu purging evil from this sword," Su Xiaobai replied flatly, giving the blade a wary glance.

The sect master chuckled, his suspicious demeanor unshaken. "Suspicion is the foundation of caution, and caution keeps one alive. You'll manage."

"And if I refuse?"

"Ah," Zhao Tianxuan said, his smile sharpening, "I've already prepared for that. Outer disciple Xiao Yu will accompany you."

Su Xiaobai blinked. "Xiao Yu?" That blue-haired woman?

"Yes," Zhao Tianxuan replied, waving dismissively. "A promising young disciple. His temperament complements yours."

"His?" Su Xiaobai repeated slowly.

Zhao Tianxuan's eyes narrowed. "Is there a problem?"

"..." Su Xiaobai decided not to elaborate. The man didn't know, and it was better that way.

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The Streets of Yunnan City!

The bustling streets of Yunnan City were as colorful as they were chaotic. Su Xiaobai walked side by side with Yu Feng—also known as Xiao Yu—a woman who dressed like a man and played the role convincingly enough to fool even the sect master.

"Pleasure Pavilion?" Yu Feng said, her tone laced with amusement. "The old foggy of Xiantian sect has truly outdone himself this time."

"You're awfully cheerful for someone on an errand to a brothel," Su Xiaobai muttered.

Yu Feng smiled, tipping her hat slightly. "Why wouldn't I be? Do you know how much leverage we'll have against Zhao Tianxuan after this?"

"..." Su Xiaobai was speechless.

The more time he spent with Xiao Yu, the more he realized her personality changed with her disguise. Dressed as a man, she exuded a carefree confidence that bordered on cocky.

"You're not even going to complain about the errand?" Su Xiaobai asked, raising a brow.

"Oh, I'm complaining," she replied with a laugh. "Just quietly. And to myself. You, on the other hand, should be grateful. I'm saving you from looking like a pervert wandering into a brothel alone."

"Thanks," Su Xiaobai said dryly.

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The Pleasure Pavilion wouldn't open until evening. With hours to kill, Su Xiaobai wandered the market, his eyes scanning jade trinkets with the focus of a miser inspecting gold.

Yu Feng leaned against a stall, yawning. "Why so serious? Buying gifts for a lover?"

Su Xiaobai picked up a red ribbon, its golden embroidery gleaming under the sun. "It's none of your business," he muttered, tossing it into his bag.

Yu Feng's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Touchy. Don't worry, I won't report your secret to Elder Bai... for now."

His glare could have cracked stone. "Do you have a death wish?"

She laughed, throwing an arm over his shoulder. "Relax. If you're this much fun now, I can't wait to see you in the Pavilion. Imagine the stories!"

Su Xiaobai sighed, brushing her arm off. "You're getting too comfortable."

"Comfortable? Me?" Yu Feng feigned innocence, her smile widening.

Before she could react, his hand moved like lightning—smack!

Her body jolted. Heat exploded in her face as she realized Su Xiaobai's hand was firmly planted on her rear.

"Soft," he said, squeezing as if testing a ripe peach. "Still feels like a woman to me."

"You—!" Yu Feng's voice caught in her throat.

"What? Can't take a little teasing?" Su Xiaobai smirked, his tone dripping with mockery.

Slap! Yu Feng's hand flew to his wrist, knocking it away with enough force to send a shockwave through the crowd.

All eyes turned to the two of them.

"Did that young master just get groped by another man?"

"What's the world coming to? The city is too progressive these days!"

Yu Feng stood frozen, her male disguise betraying her. Her flushed face only made things worse, painting her as an embarrassed "young master" caught in an indecent act.

Su Xiaobai waved lazily. "Don't take too long, Xiao Yu. The Pavilion won't wait forever."

"I'll skin you alive for this!" she hissed through gritted teeth as he sauntered off.

The whispers and stares bore into her like needles. She swore she'd repay this humiliation tenfold, but for now, she could only endure, her fists trembling with rage.

"Humph!"

Yu Feng snorted, already plotting Su Xiaobai's demise once her mission with the Xiantian Sect was complete. Skinning him alive was too kind. He'd already pushed his luck in Bai Yujian's bedroom, and today's market stunt was just fuel to the fire.

Second place. That was where he now ranked on her kill list. First belonged to the last Dark Pope of the Dark Church, a fugitive hunted continent-wide by his successor and their zealots.

The Dark Church wasn't just a cult—it was a shadow empire. Its influence stretched across the Soaring Dragon Continent, hidden in temples, whispered in streets.

Su Xiaobai? Blissfully ignorant of how many people wanted him dead. If he knew, he might've dealt with Yu Feng early, saving himself from future trouble with the Dark Church.

But that was future Su Xiaobai's problem.

Present Su Xiaobai knocked on the Pleasure Pavilion's door like it was his second home.

Knock-knock!

Yu Feng folded her arms, her voice low. "What a degenerate," she muttered, wondering if he made it a habit to frequent places like this.

Whoosh!

The door opened. A gust of peach blossom fragrance hit them like a slap. Sweet, overwhelming, almost dizzying. Su Xiaobai's nose twitched as his gaze shot up.

And froze.

A woman stood there—no, a goddess, if gods favored excess.

She towered over seven feet, her figure unreal. Mountains for breasts, barely restrained by a slitted red robe. Long legs stretched endlessly, smooth as jade and just as flawless.

Her face? Lethal. Lips plump and red as ripe cherries, eyes dewy with forbidden promises, and hair smooth enough to make emperors weep.

For men of certain tastes, she was no less than perfection. A single glance, and most would stammer, "Mommy."

"Guests already?" Her voice was a purr, silky and commanding. She leaned forward, making mountains shift, valleys deepen.

"...!" Yu Feng's face turned crimson, her fists clenching. Just standing here felt like a crime.

"What the hell is this place?" she muttered, her words a strangled whisper.

Su Xiaobai, to his credit, straightened. Hands behind his back, face calm—except for his eyes, which betrayed him. They flicked to her chest. Once. Twice. Thrice.

He cleared his throat. "We're here for business."

Yu Feng rolled her eyes. Business? She scoffed inwardly. She knew it—he definitely comes here often.

The woman chuckled, her laughter soft and honeyed. "A cultivator with confidence. I like that. Come in, both of you." She turned, her robe swaying dangerously. Long legs flashed; hips swayed. Nothing was left to the imagination.

Su Xiaobai stepped forward, pretending not to notice. Yu Feng stayed behind, trembling.

"Gods above," she muttered. "Kill me now."

She walked forward, reluctantly, as the doors of her fate shut behind her.

Little did Yu Feng know, her nightmare was just beginning.

Inside the Pleasure Pavilion, it wasn't what she'd expected. No drunken men, no cheap perfume. The floors gleamed, lanterns cast a warm glow, and stairs lined with silk led upward like a lover's inviting hand. Too clean to be just a brothel.

Ahead, Su Xiaobai whispered something to A'Jin. The towering beauty leaned down, her curves shifting dangerously as her hair swept over her shoulders. Yu Feng's lips twitched.

A'Jin giggled, her voice dripping honey. "Oh, so you're here for that shy boy from Xiantian Sect? You should've told me earlier! I thought you two were disguised enemies."

Su Xiaobai gave a bitter shake of his head, the universal look of a man resigned to being played.

Clap! Clap!

A'Jin's hands rang out like a judge's gavel. "Girls! Take these two brave warriors upstairs!"

And then the flood came. Women poured in like a tide—robes clinging to soft curves, hips swaying as if on command. They came in every shape and size: short, tall, slim, voluptuous. But all had one thing in common—they could make saints blush.

Before Yu Feng could react, delicate hands latched onto hers and Su Xiaobai's, tugging them toward the stairs.

"What's going on?" Yu Feng asked, her tone steady, though a vein pulsed on her forehead.

"Just play along," Su Xiaobai said with a smile that could punch holes in her patience.

Her chest tightened. Play along?

"What didn't you tell me?" she hissed, her voice colder now, though her cheeks burned faintly.

Su Xiaobai's grin deepened. "You'll see soon enough."

And then she did.

The truth hit like a slap. This wasn't a brothel—it was a spy den. The women weren't just escorts; they were operatives, trained to extract secrets as easily as they did moans. And Zhao Tianxuan? That crafty bastard had sent them here to retrieve information he couldn't risk being tied to.

Two young, vigorous male disciples indulging in the pleasures of a brothel? No one would bat an eye.

But here's the twist: they couldn't just pretend. No, they had to commit. Fully.

The women separated her and Su Xiaobai at the top of the stairs. Yu Feng's stomach churned as she was dragged toward a private room, her composure slipping.

"I hope you're proud of yourself," she muttered.

Su Xiaobai met her glare without flinching, his smile infuriatingly casual. "Think of it as broadening your horizons."

Her eye twitched. Expanding horizons?

The door swung open, and Yu Feng was pulled into a room draped in silks and heavy with jasmine. The hands on her were soft but firm, giving her no chance to resist.

BAM!

The door slammed shut behind her, cutting off her escape—and sealing her fate.

She stood there for a moment, her expression composed but her thoughts screaming.

This bastard.

Her fists tightened as she forced her breath to steady. She couldn't blow her cover, not now. No matter how much she wanted to beat Su Xiaobai to death, she had a mission to complete.

But the fact remained: Su Xiaobai had royally screwed her over.