The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

"A-Above… above…"

Cough.

Cough.

Mu Tianlei's expression darkened.

He stepped forward, lightning roaring in his palm.

"Whoever you are—come down!"

He flung a thunderbolt toward the top of the beast in a flash of rage.

It was, in hindsight, the single worst decision of his life.

Because atop the crane, Su Xiaobai sat.

Already annoyed—as if he'd awoken to the face of a pig.

The moment he saw the lightning coming, his eyes narrowed.

With a flick of his fingers, the crane's wings snapped open—BOOM!

A bolt even stronger than Mu Tianlei's erupted downward.

Zap.

The two strikes collided mid-air, shattered into dust—and Mu Tianlei was sent stumbling backward, robes scorched at the edges, heart pounding like war drums.

He met the crane's eyes.

And they were laughing.

"Hmph," a voice called down lazily. "Come up, if you dare. I'm not moving."

Su Xiaobai, that voice hadn't changed.

He never thought he'd see them again—not here, not in this nameless no-man's land between volcanic peaks and forgotten ruins.

But here they were.

And this time?

He wasn't the one hiding.

"Sigh..."

Su Xiaobai couldn't help but drift back into the past—a time when he, once a lavish villain draped in silks and surrounded by treasures, was rudely thrown into this godforsaken fantasy world and then promptly made handicapped.

From rich young master to cripple—talk about speedrunning humiliation.

Money meant nothing without strength, and power had become a dream behind a wall of shattered meridians.

And now, lying fainted in the dirt with elegant posture and long, weaponized thick legs… was none other than Long Lian.

Long Lian.

Niece of Long Lifen.

The same Long Lifen Su Xiaobai accidentally… screwed.

(Quite literally.)

It ended with him in prison, Long Lifen's two thousand years worth of reputation destroyed, and a series of events so absurd, even the heavens needed popcorn to read his story.

But no—Long Lifen wasn't even the one he hated most.

That title belonged to her dear niece, Long Lian.

This pretty black-haired snake with lake-like eyes and legs longer than his patience—she was his original fiancée. His destined cultivation partner. His first, true nemesis.

And the biggest bitch he had ever met.

Every time he tried to humiliate her, sabotage her, or just casually win an argument, some mysterious heavenly coincidence would occur, usually involving her damn aunt, and she'd be saved at the last moment, flipping her hair and smirking like a smug celestial princess.

But not this time.

This time, his sword aura pressed down like a falling sky—and Long Lian staggered like a mortal under a tribulation thunderbolt.

A Nascent Soul cultivator reduced to a panicked pigeon.

Behind her, Su Yiran, still masked as "Ranran," stared with genuine surprise.

"It's her…"

She didn't expect to meet Long Lian here. And honestly? The hatred would've been mutual—if Long Lian recognized her beneath the veil.

After all, every time Long Lian tried to kill Su Xiaobai to end the engagement, it was Su Yiran who saved his worthless, insult-spewing life.

A love triangle forged in blood.

Now, watching from the side, even she felt a twinge of pity as Mu Tianlei, thunder hammer idiot-in-chief, opened his mouth.

For context, Mu Tianlei was barely a match for Long Yushen—the so-called Skyfang Prodigy. Tianlei was older by two decades, stronger on paper, standing proudly at 120 years of age and mid-Spirit Severing Realm.

Long Yushen?

A hundred years old younger generation cultivator..

A stage lower.

Yet, in every real fight, Long Yushen always won.

Why?

Because while Mu Tianlei swung a rock, Yushen flew like a dragon.

Even now, Long Yushen stared at Su Xiaobai descending from his Divine Crane with unease. He glanced back at Tianlei, whose chest was exposed like a failed fashion statement.

"Mu Tianlei," Yushen said coldly, "I always considered you a worthy rival. Without my Dragon Breath, we'd be equals. But now I see… you're just a clown with delusions of thunder!"

His words hit harder than a cosmic explosion.

Even Su Xiaobai's lips twitched. 'Damn, this stoic boy can roast?'

Mu Tianlei, of course, couldn't back down.

"Hmph! Ask your fool of a father where he vanished after your clan's purge. Did the great dragon die just because he lost a single arm?"

Long Yushen's eyes grew cold. Even the crane blinked.

Oh no, he didn't.

Long Yushen's jaw clenched.

Because that story hurt.

His father, Long Hantian, once the Azure Dragon Clan's great Warlord—undefeated in every campaign, said to have conquered thirty-three mortal kingdoms in a single century—disappeared after the Sun Dynasty's rise.

He led an army of ten thousand against Sun Liang's forces.

He lost.

Badly.

Arm severed, army dead.

Vanished ever since.

No funeral, no corpse.

Only rumors.

And in his absence, the Dragon Clan splintered into seven factions, each led by one of Dragon Lord's children.

Yes. Seven, out of thirty-seven.

Don't ask how the Dragon Lord had thirty-seven children...Ask why that number is considered low.

After all, the 'Immortal Emperor', father of Sun Liang, had hundreds. His youngest, Sun Lingxi, was barely thirty years old.

"Sun Lingxi's only thirty."

"Yeah, her dad's nine thousand years old. Peak condition."

Immortal emperor, a man who's lived ten thousand years...And is still actively sowing seeds.

Recently the emperor had slowed down. Rumor says he entered closed-door cultivation to break into the Human Immortal Realm—and hasn't emerged since.

Leadership passed to 'Sun Liang', who nearly shattered the entire Azure Dragon Clan.

Of Dragon Lord's thirty-seven children, only seven were worth remembering:

Long Lifen, two-thousand-year-old battle maiden, once destined to marry Sun Liang—until that scandal.

Long Wuqing, the eldest son, strategic genius, master of battle formations.

Long Meihua, peerless alchemist who literally sealed her heart, not metaphorically. Her heart was frozen by cultivation.

Long Hantian, father of Long Yushen, war commander, MIA since his legendary failure.

Long Qingshui, younger than Lifen, quieter than a ghost, deadlier than most.

Long Feilong, known less for power and more for… reproductive achievements. Said to have impregnated his own army. Thousands of soldiers, thousands of illegitimate children. (Don't ask how. Just accept it.)

Long Ruoxue, forgotten until recently. Now awakened a dragon vein, clawing her way into clan politics like a phoenix risen from mediocrity.

In short, the Azure Dragon Clan was a walking mess of bloodlines, grudges, and drama—enough to fuel a decade-long cultivation soap opera.

And now, somehow, Su Xiaobai had wandered back into their orbit.

The bastard, the exile, the man who once "accidentally" slept with the clan's prized daughter and broke his meridians in a botched escape attempt...

Perched on a divine crane, glaring down at them all like the heavens owed him an apology.

And maybe… they did.

"Mu Tianlei… heir to Blackstorm Valley, son of Mu Dian…"

Su Xiaobai's voice drifted like falling snow, quiet, but sharp enough to make everyone flinch.

He had descended like a sovereign, standing calmly while the Divine Thunder Crane ruffled its wings behind him, casting a titanic shadow. Most were still recovering from the fact that someone was riding that beast.

But now they were shocked from his words.

He knows who Mu Tianlei is?

It wasn't that Mu Tianlei was unknown—he was plenty famous. But this world had too many 'famous' people. It took a special kind of aristocratic insanity to keep track of them all.

"You… know me?" Mu Tianlei blinked, clearly surprised.

But then confidence oozed back into his voice like lightning into a soaked hammer.

"Great! That mount—lend it to us. Once we get out of here, I'll have my father personally reward you. Unlike the Azure Dragon Clan, our clan is intact. The Thundering Serpent always honors debts."

He even smiled at Long Yushen when he said it.

What a petty little lightning brat.

The "Thundering Serpent" was none other than "Mu Dian", one of the "Ten S-Ranked Guardians", supposedly from a bloodline so ridiculous it was said they could swallow lightning itself* and digest it into dark thunder.

It wasn't entirely myth.

Their clan's prized technique, "Thousand Black Bolts", literally involved swallowing celestial lightning, fermenting it inside your stomach for a few decades, and eventually vomiting out concentrated doom.

Mu Dian, back in his glory days, had once caught heavenly tribulation lightning, shoved it into a spear, and turned it into a sentient thunder serpent. (Allegedly, he fed it spiritual pork buns when no one was watching.)

Blackstorm Valley wasn't big, but under Mu Dian, it was loud, flashy, and terrifying.

And these two—Mu Tianlei and Mu Qianshang—were his only children.