Chapter 14: Reversing Time

“Dong Huiting…”

Bai Wuzhuang stared at Dong Huiting’s corpse, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She tilted her head to look at the murderer who had chopped off Dong Huiting’s arm.

It was none other than the Qingfei Gang Young Master, Qing Shaofei, who was walking at the very back.

One of his arms had transformed into a demonic, giant Wolf Claw, his entire body radiating a bloody aura, and his eyes had become the Beast Blood Eyes of a wild beast.

“So this is the power of the Xianren? Truly extraordinary.”

He marveled at the new power he had gained, completely unfazed by the act of murder.

Bai Wuzhuang then looked straight ahead.

She saw Junior Brother Tuo clutching his horsetail whisk, the tip of which extended into a thin sword blade.

It was him who had backstabbed Dong Huiting, piercing her heart with a single, merciless strike that ended her life.

Finally, Bai Wuzhuang turned to look at Sage Xun, who was right beside them.

“You all move so quickly, don’t you?”

Sage Xun stood beneath the wall, his face showing not the slightest trace of surprise. In fact, he was the calmest of all, pushing up his glasses with an emotionless expression.

At last, Bai Wuzhuang saw it clearly—they three were in league.

“There’s still one Sick Slave left. Hurry and kill her, then let’s get out of here.” Sage Xun fixed his gaze on Bai Wuzhuang as well, coldly pronouncing her death sentence.

“Hey, wait, our target is only the Qi Cultivators. Sickly Servant, if you promise not to say anything and cooperate with us in our little act, I suppose I can reluctantly take you with us—so long as you swear to serve me from now on.” Qing Shaofei suddenly put on a lecherous grin and stepped forward to plead her case.

“Aiya, Shaoxia Qing beat me to it. Well, whatever, I already have two beauties at my side—one more won’t make a difference.” Junior Brother Tuo hugged the two maids beside him, joking.

“Sigh, you brutes… Forget it, do as you please.” Sage Xun could only shrug helplessly, letting them fool around.

The mood was light and playful, everyone laughing and enjoying themselves.

Listening to these self-righteous villains shamelessly chatting, Bai Wuzhuang did not get angry. She quietly gazed at Dong Huiting’s corpse, her expression calm—none of the rage or loss of control one might expect.

She knew that if she wanted to deal with this pack of so-called righteous scum, she had to become even more despicable and shameless than them—a true wretch among mortals.

It was precisely because she wasn’t ruthless, heartless, or shameless enough that the Dong Huiting she promised to protect had ended up dead at her feet.

She had become a demonic cultivator, but deep down, there was still a bit of reluctance.

But now, she had no more qualms. She could fully embrace becoming a demonic cultivator.

“Junior Brother Tuo, do you still remember me?” Bai Wuzhuang slowly rose to her feet, glaring coldly at Junior Brother Tuo.

“Where did this stray dog come from? Who are you?” Tuo Long shot her a sidelong glance.

“I’m your Senior Brother Huilong, Junior Brother.” Bai Wuzhuang sneered.

“What! What did you say?” At her words, Tuo Long suddenly panicked and whipped his head around.

He saw Bai Wuzhuang’s Blood Eye glowing, a stream of blood tears flowing down, the entire space warping and twisting.

“You killed my whole family! My Divine Martial Skill is complete! I’ve returned today just to take my revenge on you, Junior Brother!” Bai Wuzhuang spread her arms wide, letting out an evil, manic laugh.

Although we all knew Bai Wuxie became a girl after swallowing the Demon Pill, no one ever knew what kind of Evil Art she had mastered.

In fact, her left eye wasn’t a simple Yin-Yang Bewitching Ghost Eye, but the [Reverse Yin-Yang Eye].

Its effect was extremely domineering—it could overturn the rules of all things, even reverse time itself.

Once Reverse Yin-Yang was activated, Bai Wuzhuang could travel back to an earlier point in time.

Of course, such a heaven-defying divine skill could not be used continuously; every activation required an extremely long period of rest.

So, there was only one chance to turn the tables.

“You fiend, what are you doing? Stop!”

Tuo Long leapt forward, thrusting his sword straight at Bai Wuzhuang’s throat.

One sword to the throat—Bai Wuzhuang’s head was cleanly sliced off.

“Reverse Yin-Yang!”

Yet as her head flew through the air, her face was still smiling, unspeakably sinister and eerie.

Because the effect of Reverse Yin-Yang had already activated—the world was shrouded in blood-red, and everything began to rewind.

“!!!”

When Bai Wuzhuang opened her eyes again, she found herself in a very familiar place—the lobby of the Mystic Realm Inn.

It worked? She had really reversed time and come back!

“What’s wrong? I just ate a couple pieces of your beef jerky, is that any reason to glare at me like that?” Dong Huiting was sitting beside her, munching on sunflower seeds.

Hearing her still mouthing off, Bai Wuzhuang’s nose twitched and her eyes filled with tears. Unable to help herself, she hugged Dong Huiting tightly.

“What are you doing? So mushy—don’t go hugging and clinging like that! Why are you crying? With you acting so pitiful, how are you supposed to survive in the jianghu with me? If anyone sees this, they’ll definitely laugh at me.” Dong Huiting gave Bai Wuzhuang a gentle elbow, pushing her away as she grumbled.

Bai Wuzhuang quickly calmed down—this was no time for sentiment. The crisis was not yet over.

If things kept going as before, Dong Huiting would only become a corpse again, dying tragically before her eyes.

She had to reverse this fated death, or her time reversal would be meaningless.

“Why are your eyes bleeding?” Dong Huiting asked in alarm.

“Eh?” Bai Wuzhuang wiped her face and found her Blood Eye was still streaming bloody tears.

That only confirmed it—she had no second chance to reverse time.

If she tried to forcibly activate the Reverse Yin-Yang Eye again, her eye would surely explode.

Dong Huiting, worried, hurriedly grabbed a nearby blanket to cover Bai Wuzhuang’s face and stop the bleeding.

“I’m fine, I’m fine—I can’t breathe!” Bai Wuzhuang’s head was being jostled so much she felt dizzy.

“You’re really frail.” Dong Huiting wrapped bandages around half of Bai Wuzhuang’s head and her left eye.

After a while, Bai Wuzhuang’s red eye finally stopped bleeding, and she could settle down to think.

She took an iron fork to fish the kettle out of the fireplace.

She added some tea leaves to a small teapot, wrapped a towel around the kettle handle, poured a circle of hot water into the teapot, brewed a strong cup of tea, and took a small sip to refresh herself.

She also hung up a strip of old beef jerky and chewed on it angrily.

Entering a state of absolute rationality, Bai Wuzhuang began replaying every detail of the previous massacre in her mind.

Actually, it was easy to draw a conclusion—the reason for the party wipe was that they had no say.

The three werewolves seemed to be able to identify each other’s roles through some means.

Qing Shaofei must have tampered with the bamboo lot drawing, gathering the three werewolves together for easy cooperation in killing.

So all she needed to do was break their initial team-up suggestion.

But she was just a crippled Sickly Servant.

Who would listen to her?

So…

She had to become one of the Twelve Qi Practitioners to have the right to speak.

Only by entering the game herself could she reverse her fate.