The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 225: Cultivation meets horny ghost trauma in Room 407!

The 18th day of the Weeping Moon Festival.

Outside, the silver rain whispered against the window panes. The faint drizzle soaked the city in quiet longing. Lanterns flickered softly in the mist.

But inside the Misty Pavilion, Room 407?

There was warmth.

There was softness.

There was tit!

Specifically, Huo Lingxue's massive pair, one pressed under Su Xiaobai's palm, the other smushed against his chest like it belonged there.

They were entangled like lovers... Peaceful...Dreaming.

Until—

"Sniff..." Su Xiaobai's nose twitched.

His eyes stayed closed, but his spiritual sense prickled.

Rotting Qi.

The stench of death, laced with floral perfume.

Not decay—ritual bloom.

Unholy botany.

Rustle~

A silhouette slithered out from under the floorboards like a whisper of fungus and lust.

A woman.

Long, elegant limbs.

Bare feet that didn't step—they grew.

And from her shadow… flowers bloomed.

Faintly ominous purple and green, dripping dew, petals pulsing like they were breathing.

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It started at the foot of the bed.

From the darkness below, a silhouette rose, with skin the color of faintly glowing jade, wrapped in flowing tattered robes that whispered of burial silks and funeral incense.

Her eyes were closed.

Her lips were parted.

And her desire?

Unholy.

Yi Muqing.

Undead, Plum Spirit race.

Once a princess of a fallen race. Now Su Xiaobai's officially sealed slave.

And her biological clock was screaming.

She didn't climb the bed.

She grew into it.

Phasing up from the floor like a hungry ghost in heat, vines trailing behind her like wedding train from the underworld.

Then—SQUELCH.

Her mouth locked onto his. Her tongue? Way too long. Sliding down his throat like a cursed ribbon.

"Nnnghh—!?"

Su Xiaobai's eyes snapped open.

Green flushed face of a slut, sharp long nails, slutty ghost eyes closed in pure bliss.

"What the fuck—!"

She moaned into his mouth.

"Mmmm... Master... Give me an heir...!"

"You again!?—"

BOOM!

He kicked her off the bed like a missile.

Yi Muqing rolled, vines curling around her ankles, robes fluttering as she hit the floor with a wet thud—and a very suggestive moan.

"Mmmnhh~"

"Maaaaster...it's been three months r... My womb is drying out... I can feel the Yin rot..."

"YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE BLOOD FLOW!"

"Wha—who's attacking!?" Huo Lingxue jolted awake, red hair cascading down her back, barely conscious—And stared in frozen shock as Su Xiaobai suplexed a half-naked green spirit woman into the carpet while she begged for "seed" like a deranged farming sect prostitute.

She was simultaneously crying, moaning, and calling him 'Daddy Warbloom.'

"T-this… this is real, isn't it?" Huo Lingxue whispered, voice cracking, her red eyes wide with 'I signed up for the wrong sect' energy.

She was still half-covered in the blanket, one breast bouncing free like it was personally protesting the madness around her.

In front of her?

Su Xiaobai had just drop-kicked a glowing green flower corpse across the room—and that woman had the audacity to moan.

"Ahn—! Not there! Or maybe there—WAIT—no, yes, YES—stop—MORE—!"

"Shut up, you invasive species!" Su Xiaobai barked, spitting spiritual spit like a man exorcising a horny demon.

Yi Muqing rolled on the carpet like a horny salad.

"Master, my race's fertility window is only once every 300 years—!" she cried.

"I'm ovulating! Please fertilize my egg spirit—!"

Su Xiaobai blinked.

Looked at the flower bitch.

Looked at Huo Lingxue.

Back at the flower bitch.

Then he smiled.

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That crooked, "I'm about to get arrested by heaven" smile.

"Good." He cracked his knuckles. "Then today I'll beat the fertility out of you!"

Huo Lingxue flinched as he leapt off the bed, flying through the air like a disciplinary immortal.

"M-Master—ah! W-Wait!"

Too late.

[Undead Spanking Arts – First Form: Garden Punishment]

THWACK!

He landed knees-first on her back, grabbing both her wrists and yanking her vines like reins.

"Ahn—?! M-my pollination cord—!"

He slapped her glowing jade ass so hard the nearby lantern flickered.

"This is for sneaking into my room!"

SMACK!

"This is for waking me up without a handjob like normal women!"

SMACK!!

"And this—!" He slammed her face-first into the rug.

"Is for making me say the word 'egg spirit' before breakfast!"

Yi Muqing moaned with every impact, her glowing nipples lighting up the rug like someone dropped two glow worms in heat mode.

"I'm leaking... spirit nectar—Master, please! I can feel the embryo field opening!"

"That's your bladder, you psycho blossom!"

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Meanwhile, in the Room Next Door…

The walls of the Misty Pavilion were spiritual-grade…

But not soundproof.

And right now?

The entire left wing of the inn was echoing with:

"Take this, you slutweed!"

"AHHN—Master, YES—step on my ovaries—!"

"You want eggs? I'll scramble 'em!"

Yu Feng lay wide-eyed beneath her blanket like a retired saintess experiencing mortal-level PTSD.

She slowly pulled the covers up over her face, leaving only her eyes visible through the folds of spiritual silk.

"…He's not human."

"…He attracts demons in heat."

"…And I let this man exist next to me."

Even as a former dark church saintess, she'd never heard such abysmal phrases strung together in one room.

It was like trauma poetry.

She rolled off the bed.

"Screw this."

She dressed quickly, wrapped her veil, and left the room with all the elegance of a woman fleeing a cursed chamber.

"I'll find the Forbidden City myself."

"Better that than hearing one more moan about someone's egg spirit."

The door shut softly behind her.

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Back Inside Room 407: Su Xiaobai's Room of Regret and Rot...

The room was a mess.

The carpets were torn.

The furniture had been used as weapons.

There were vines and flower petals stuck to the ceiling.

And in the middle of it?

Su Xiaobai sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, glowing, pissed, arms crossed like a father who just beat up his daughter's suitor.

Yi Muqing lay on the floor—face bruised, lips swollen, robes half-melted—but with the content smile of a woman who had just been beaten within her kink parameters.

Her green skin slowly repaired itself, glowing slightly under the post-pounding death Qi aura.

Even at Nascent Soul level, her body was peak Tribulation material—a living undead battle doll.

And she?

Had zero shame.

She slithered forward again—on her knees, palms pressed together, head bowed—and wrapped her cold fingers around Su Xiaobai's ankle like a cultist hugging to salvation.

"Master… please… if not babies… can I at least taste the rod of legacy…?"

Su Xiaobai cracked his neck, narrowed his eyes.

"You want me to burn you?"

FWOOSH!

His hand lit with Infernal Dao fire, flames roaring red-hot, licking his knuckles like the tongues of angry hell spirits.

Yi Muqing's eyes widened in real fear for the first time.

She backpedaled five meters, her undead thighs kicking up petals as she scrambled like a garden snake in heat.

"N-No! Not the fire! Not the unholy fire! I'll behave, I swear!"

Su Xiaobai lowered the flame.

"Good... Then speak."

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[The Mission Update]

Yesterday, before he dozed off on top of Huo Lingxue's chest, he'd sent Yi Muqing and Ku Rong out to scout Qingxie Port.

The map he held?

Only detailed the inner ruins of the Forbidden City—marked with decayed sigils, incomplete pathways, and cryptic death formations.

But to reach the damn place?

He needed someone to find the entrance first.

"Did you get anything or not?"

Yi Muqing paused dramatically—then tried crawling closer again.

"...Can I sit on your lap while I report—?"

"NO."

"…What if I wrap myself in a rug—?"

"NO!"

Finally, after another round of threats and mild kicking:

"Fine! Ku Rong found something, okay!?" she huffed, cheeks puffed. "He infiltrated a mercenary cell talking about the Lost City."

Su Xiaobai squinted.

"Lost City?"

"Yes. They're calling it that. But the descriptions… match the Forbidden City you seek. Black gates, dead Qi rain, terrain that twists time…"

"Huh?"

"Wait. What mercenary group?"

"…Uh. Well."

Yi Muqing smiled nervously.

"The ones Ku Rong infiltrated. He's… kind of inside them now."

"Inside?"

"Infiltrated how?"

"He might've… challenged their leader to a drinking contest, headbutted him, won, then was promoted to squad captain…"

"…WHAT!?"

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From behind the privacy veil, Huo Lingxue stepped out, tying her red sash over her chest, sword sheathed at her hip, eyebrow twitching.

"…She's your slave?"

Su Xiaobai glanced at the green woman hugging his foot.

"Technically, yes."

Yi Muqing ignored the judgment.

"I'm very loyal."

"And fertile!"

"And I've only tried to rape him three times this month!"

"…You need help." Huo Lingxue said flatly.

Su Xiaobai stood.

"Let's go meet Ku Rong."

"If this lead's good, we'll move on the Lost City by nightfall."

Yi Muqing beamed.

"Yay! Fertility quest field trip!"

He raised his palm again—flames sparked.

She shut up.

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One Hour Later…

Su Xiaobai slipped into a side alley so narrow it felt like a spatial rift forgotten by urban planners. The place was damp, shadowed, and filled with the scent of wet stone, burned incense, and bad karma.

At the end of the crooked path stood a building that looked like it had been built by criminals, for criminals—a three-story black pagoda with peeling paint, crooked eaves, and a formation ward that buzzed like it was one spark away from exploding.

"Charming," Su Xiaobai muttered.