“Dong Daren, don’t tell outsiders too much about our sect’s knowledge, the more you say, the easier it is to slip up.” Bai Wuzhuang whispered.
“……”
Dong Huiting paused for a moment, then actually shut her mouth.
But looking at her strained face, it was clear she wanted to curse up a storm, yet in the end she endured it, keeping the bigger picture in mind.
Chi Xue found the relationship between the two rather strange—love and hate intermingled, not exactly good, but not really bad either.
Still, she could tell that the cunning Sickly Servant was the real one calling the shots, while the so-called Iceberg Beauty was nothing more than a brainless battle maniac.
One with brains, one with brawn—a seamless team.
Chi Xue sighed inwardly, convinced she’d chosen the right allies.
Many Qi Cultivators still didn’t know the true nature of the Secret Realm they’d entered. Each acted alone, afraid that someone else would snatch away the treasure.
But the true nature of this Secret Realm was… sticking together!
Only by banding together to betray others could you survive; what use was treasure if you weren’t alive to enjoy it?
But teaming up wasn’t that easy either. Now, everything depended on instinct and keen judgment.
Whoever had the best chance of escaping this deadly Secret Realm—she reckoned it would be those two, and now, the three of them together.
“Dong! Dong! Dong!”
Suddenly, the Deceased’s Ocarina hanging on each of their necks gave off a resonating sound, immediately opening three Void Rifts that sucked everyone in.
“Wait, watch my hand signals—if my finger points down, it means Wolf; if up, it means good person.”
In that split-second, Bai Wuzhuang whispered the secret code to Chi Xue.
And just as she crossed the Void Rift, a hazy vision appeared before Bai Wuzhuang’s eyes.
The vortex spun and shifted, finally showing her two blood-red words: [Wolf King].
The second meeting was much more familiar to everyone.
They all returned to White Tiger Hall, took their positions, faces set and silent, not a hint of surprise.
The last corpse dropped onto the center of the Round Altar.
This time, the dead one was Xue Luo of the Flying Snow Sect—the same Qi Cultivator who’d found the body last round.
His once-upright square face was now grotesquely twisted, his mouth gaping in agony.
Cause of death: his neck twisted a full one hundred and eighty degrees, and several deep, bone-revealing claw marks marred his skull.
“One blow, again. No chance to fight back at all.” Everyone seemed a bit disgusted, except Bai Wuzhuang, who stepped closer, inspecting the corpse and collecting evidence.
She remembered the last round, when Dong Huiting had faced a sudden and powerful Wolf attack—an ambush, at that—yet only lost an arm.
It seemed Dong Daren’s strength was quite formidable.
“Who discovered the body?” Bai Wuzhuang looked around and spotted a suspicious person’s Deceased’s Ocarina glowing.
“It was me.” Sage Xun pushed up his glasses.
“……”
Bai Wuzhuang’s face darkened—this wasn’t good.
“……”
Sage Xun stared right back at Bai Wuzhuang, his eyes cold and unreadable.
Bai Wuzhuang understood: in this Wolf Secret Realm, it was bound to be a battle of wits between her and him.
The others were merely their pawns and weapons.
After all, she’d seen through it at once—this was a Wolf kill, followed by the Wolf blowing the ocarina, triggering the Exile Meeting.
The square-faced Flying Snow Sect man had been killed by Sage Xun. Even if he hadn’t done it himself, the order had come from him.
And then, without missing a beat, he blew the ocarina, calling everyone in to start the Exile Meeting.
She had to admit, it was a masterstroke.
Because it was Sage Xun who blew the Deceased’s Ocarina and discovered the body, his suspicion as a Wolf was greatly reduced. He was too reliable—Junshi.
It’s coming—the real verbal sparring begins here.
With her hands behind her back, Bai Wuzhuang subtly jabbed her thumb downwards.
Chi Xue and Dong Huiting instinctively stood behind her, noticing the gesture and their faces darkened.
The Qingfei Gang Young Master, Qing Shaofei, was a Wolf.
But Bai Wuzhuang used another hand sign, telling them not to speak up yet—wait and see.
“I found the body, and I also saw someone leaving in a hurry. If I’m not mistaken, the killer is you.”
Sage Xun had a speech prepared; not only did he call the meeting to boost his standing after the Wolf’s kill, but he also immediately accused someone—pressing the attack.
But his accusation was aimed at an outsider, the prisoner who called himself Lao Mo.
“What! When have I ever seen you? Nonsense! Utter rubbish!” Prisoner Lao Mo exploded, shouting in fury, nearly starting a fight.
But Qing Shaofei and Tuo Long stood in front of Sage Xun, two righteous men decisively shielding Junshi.
It was clear these three were working together.
Not only that, but the playboy Feng Shaoye seemed ready to take their side too. The man was a gullible pig, tricked into joining the wrong team.
The two Bodyguards remained silent, choosing to observe rather than get involved.
This left only Bai Wuzhuang and the two other female Qi Cultivators—the second strongest alliance here—who also chose to stand aside, unwilling to speak up for prisoner Lao Mo.
“You lot… well done! A bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites! You believe whatever this four-eyes says?”
Prisoner Lao Mo looked around, everyone’s indifference already pronouncing his death sentence.
“I’m just telling the truth, reporting what I saw. You stink—I could smell you even if you ran.”
Sage Xun remained unperturbed, calmly analyzing and adding fuel to the fire, his words dripping with credibility.
Lao Mo shook with rage, his face twisted in hate, but there was nothing he could do—utterly stifled, even biting through his lip until blood spilled.
But truly, no one could tell whether Sage Xun spoke truth or lies.
Only Bai Wuzhuang knew the truth—but she could not reveal it.
This, in fact, was Sage Xun’s plan. In this game of voting, exile, and killing, words held sway—but so did appearances.
If one had to vote someone out, voting for the dirty, ragged prisoner carried little guilt—in fact, it was almost satisfying.
“If no one has anything else to say, let’s proceed to voting…” Sage Xun began.
“Hold it!” At that moment, Bai Wuzhuang raised her hand, loudly cutting off Sage Xun’s scheme.
“You again! You crippled slave, what are you up to now? Want to insult me again?” Qing Shaofei shouted angrily, rudely pointing a finger.
“What do you have to say, Miss Bai?” Sage Xun’s face darkened, but his tone remained calm.
“I am…” Chi Xue, seeing the moment was right, was about to step forward and reveal her identity as planned.
“Shh.” Bai Wuzhuang suddenly raised her hand and covered her mouth, stopping her from speaking.
Everyone looked on in confusion, not understanding what she was doing.
“Miss Bai, this Exile Meeting values fairness and freedom of speech. I don’t think it’s right to stop others from expressing their opinions. Please let this lady speak.” Sage Xun objected to Bai Wuzhuang’s actions.