Chapter 11: The road for enemies is narrow

The two of them sat idly in the Mystic Realm Inn for a whole hour.

After Bai Wuzhuang had eaten her fill, she sprawled out on the table and took a nap, but soon the urge to pee hit her, making her shiver all over and wake up.

Utterly bored, Dong Huiting and Bai Wuzhuang wandered over to the Backstage of the inn.

Other than the Main Hall, this mysterious Secret Realm also had a fairly large Backstage, which housed the Chamber Pot and the Kitchen.

This was just in case anyone drank too much tea or wine and needed somewhere convenient.

Bai Wuzhuang came in just to relieve herself—she was nearly at her limit.

But just as she entered the Chamber Pot, closed the door, and started to pull down her pants, she suddenly felt a chill run down the back of her head.

Bai Wuzhuang jerked her head up…

Only to see a withered, skinny, sallow, and ugly old face silently peeping down at her, the features all twisted together in a grotesque, extremely perverted expression.

“Ah!” Bai Wuzhuang let out a shriek of disgust, sounding just like a frightened woman.

“What happened?” Dong Huiting, who was waiting outside, suddenly pushed open the door and rushed in.

“Someone next door was peeping at me just now&” Bai Wuzhuang was so scared her face lost all color, her cheeks that had just regained their rosy hue now pale as paper.

Dong Huiting’s face darkened instantly when she heard this, her expression turning grim as she raised her hand, summoning a burst of icy battle qi.

“Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!”

In the blink of an eye, she conjured several Frozen Swords of Ice Soul barehanded, stabbing them straight through the next stall.

Bai Wuzhuang had always had a question in her heart.

They were clearly called the Sword Sect, but the senior disciple Dong Huiting never carried a sword, always walking around empty-handed, her skin soft and delicate.

Now she finally understood—Dong Huiting could use [Frost Qi Sword Manifestation].

Dong Huiting kicked open the next stall, only to find it empty, with nothing inside but several Frozen Swords of Ice Soul embedded in the wooden wall.

“He ran away.”

Dong Huiting could sense the lingering spiritual energy in the air—there really had been someone in the stall just now.

The Little Swindler hadn’t lied.

She dragged Bai Wuzhuang back to the Main Hall of the inn, telling the Little Swindler to point out exactly who had been peeping.

Bai Wuzhuang glanced toward the corner of the Main Hall, where a strange man in a fully covering cloak sat. His sleeves were long and his body was thin as a stick, looking just like a bamboo pole.

It was far too easy to spot this Perverted Freak—every other Qi Cultivator wore neat and proper clothes, only this one exuded an aura of wickedness at a glance.

“…”

Dong Huiting noticed this strange man and immediately wanted to go confront him.

“Dong Daren, I’m fine, let’s not cause trouble for others,” Bai Wuzhuang tugged at her, whispering softly.

“What are you saying? Why so cowardly?” Dong Huiting scolded.

“I’m just thinking of you. You don’t need to get into trouble for someone like me, a Little Swindler.” Bai Wuzhuang hung her head, mumbling.

“Busybody. Mind your own business.” Dong Huiting’s heart softened at her words, but her mouth was still stubborn.

In the end, she strode over to the strange man’s table and slammed her palm heavily on the tabletop.

The loud bang instantly drew the attention of everyone in the Main Hall, but they all just watched from the shadows, none showing any intention to intervene.

“Was it you just now, peeping at us?” Dong Huiting demanded angrily.

“What? Do you have any proof?” The strange man sneered, his voice sly and sinister.

“Take off your hood and let me see your face. Then we’ll know,” Dong Huiting snapped.

“Unreasonable! Who do you think you are? Just because you say so? Get lost! If you want to fight, then let’s fight! Stop your yapping!” The man’s attitude turned even more vicious and domineering as he brandished his Rogue Scimitar, roaring in defiance.

“Then go to hell!” Dong Huiting was furious, icy battle qi surging all over her as she prepared to attack.

Sensing the sudden change in temperature, all the Qi Cultivators present were startled.

The Perverted Freak was even more terrified. All the experienced Qi Cultivators could tell—this icy battle qi was extraordinary.

How could a Qi Cultivator from such an obscure little sect have mastered such a high-level technique?

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we’re okay, just calm down,” Bai Wuzhuang, realizing things were going south, quickly grabbed Dong Huiting and dragged her away.

“Hmph, lucky you ran fast, or else this young master wouldn’t have gone easy on you,” the Perverted Freak muttered under his breath, not daring to speak too loudly, afraid Dong Huiting might really come back for him.

He sat back down to drink, but his hand holding the cup was trembling slightly.

Dong Huiting was pulled back to a corner table by Bai Wuzhuang. Despite cultivating icy battle qi, she was clearly hot-tempered.

“Dong Daren, don’t be impulsive. Don’t let others discover the nature of your technique so easily. Hide your strength—don’t be the one who stands out,” Bai Wuzhuang quietly comforted her, as if coaxing a child.

“…”

Dong Huiting took a deep, chilly breath, reined in her power, and didn’t make any more trouble, actually listening to Bai Wuzhuang’s advice.

“If you fought that freak, even if you won, what then? Once you’ve spent your strength, we’ll be the next to die,” Bai Wuzhuang calmly analyzed the pros and cons for her.

“Aren’t you angry that someone peeped at you? Don’t you feel ashamed?” Dong Huiting asked softly.

Bai Wuzhuang shuddered inside and fell silent for a moment, her mind racing.

This was a serious problem.

Her body had become that of a girl, but her mind hadn’t changed at all—let alone become feminine.

Her heart, from start to finish, was that of a man burning with vengeance.

Besides, she hadn’t even taken off her pants before spotting that voyeur—she hadn’t really been taken advantage of.

But to hide her identity, she had to act like a girl every day.

A sense of shame was a must-have for any maiden.

Without it, her cover would definitely be blown.

So Dong Huiting’s question had to be answered carefully, with a touch of girlish shyness.

“I want him dead even more than you do, but we have to look at the bigger picture. It’s not wise to act in front of everyone. We’ll get our chance to deal with him alone later—can’t give others a reason to talk,” Bai Wuzhuang answered coldly, her face full of murderous intent.

To hell with girlish shyness!

How would I know how to act like that? I can’t fake it!

“Heh, worthy of a Little Swindler—ruthless and vicious enough.”

Dong Huiting didn’t notice anything strange. In fact, that was exactly the attitude she liked.

“Ka-cha!”

Suddenly, the clear sound of a door opening rang out.

That mysterious wooden door opened once more, and the last Qi Cultivator arrived.

It was a young boy accompanied by two maidservants, dressed in a black-and-white Daoist Robe, holding a Zen Staff, with an air of otherworldly elegance.

He was the youngest of all the Qi Cultivators present, about thirteen or fourteen years old, but his cultivation was actually the highest among the twelve.

When Bai Wuzhuang turned her head and saw him, her expression froze, staring at the newcomer as if seeing a demon.

But she quickly smoothed her features, returning to her timid, frail demeanor, showing not the slightest trace of true emotion.

The reason Bai Wuzhuang had such a strong reaction was because she recognized this young Qi Cultivator who looked just like a Young Daoist.