“You can hit me anywhere but the face, and if you must hit my face, don’t touch my mouth. Break my legs if you want, but leave my mouth alone—I still have to debate later.” Bai Wuzhuang replied with a straight face.
But no matter how much Dong Huiting said, no matter how angry she got, she never actually made a move. This wasn’t the first time she’d been angered by this little trickster.
She could summon a wave of icy battle energy, cooling herself down and letting her anger subside.
“There are too many people right now. This is just the appetizer round. The real showdown comes when there are fewer left. So what we need to do is hang in there, survive through the next few rounds, gather intel, and unite the lambs. Only then can we win. If you run into danger, protect yourself first. Everything else can be abandoned, even me.” Bai Wuzhuang said in a low voice.
“Who asked you to care?” Dong Huiting crossed her arms and shot her a scornful glare.
Suddenly, two melodious sounds echoed out as the Deceased’s Ocarina hanging from their necks began to tremble and play on their own.
Not only that, but a surge of powerful spiritual force erupted from them, tearing open two Void Rifts, and an intense suction force dragged them in by force, making it impossible to resist.
“Keep that expression. We can joke around in private, but don’t let anyone else know what you’re thinking.” Bai Wuzhuang nodded as she was pulled backwards, quite pleased with Dong Huiting’s proud attitude.
Dong Huiting had wanted to let out a scream, but after Bai Wuzhuang’s words, her face froze, and she managed to maintain her cold goddess expression.
In the blink of an eye, the void energy dissipated, and the two of them were transported into a rather imposing cave.
The cave’s uniqueness lay in the massive stone door at its front, flanked by two pristine Stone Lions, with a Round Stone Altar set up in the center like a sacrificial altar.
Bai Wuzhuang looked around. Besides the two of them, several other Qi Cultivators were already waiting.
“Clang! Clang!”
Not far off, two more Void Rifts appeared, spitting out several more Qi Cultivators.
Among them were the Peerless Nine Dragons’ junior disciple Tuo Long, the young master Qing Shaofei, and Sage Xun—exactly the ones Bai Wuzhuang had been keeping an eye on.
Sure enough, the three Wolves were all alive and well. That was not good news.
But it was within expectations, part of the plan. There was no way the three Wolves would die in the first round.
Bai Wuzhuang knew the three Wolves had a way to identify each other, so they could group up and ruthlessly hunt down any lone Sheep.
“Clang!”
Suddenly, another Void Rift appeared right beside Bai Wuzhuang, snapping her out of her thoughts.
A naked girl floated out of the rift and crashed right into Bai Wuzhuang, pinning her to the ground, her soft, jelly-like body pressing against Bai Wuzhuang’s face.
The male Qi Cultivators nearby looked on enviously, but Bai Wuzhuang’s position blocked all the private parts, leaving everyone a little disappointed.
Dong Huiting took off her black outer garment and draped it over the naked girl, giving the surrounding male Qi Cultivators a fierce glare.
The male Qi Cultivators quickly looked away, pretending to be gentlemen.
“Ugh, I was still taking a bath and suddenly got teleported here, wuwuwu.”
The naked girl’s face was flushed red as she clutched the clothes tightly, pressing herself against Bai Wuzhuang in embarrassment, tears welling up in her eyes.
“How long are you going to keep hugging her?” Dong Huiting snorted coldly.
“Miss, it’s time to let go.” Bai Wuzhuang said.
“I was talking to you.” Dong Huiting snapped.
“M-Me?” Bai Wuzhuang was a little confused, tilting her head.
After all, her hands were on the ground—how could she be hugging anyone?
“Thank you.” The naked girl put on the black outer garment, finally covering herself up, though her bare feet still gave off a certain charm.
“Stare~” Bai Wuzhuang kept watching her, realizing she could learn a lot about girlishness from her, which might help with her own acting in the future.
“What are you looking at?” Dong Huiting asked coldly.
But before Bai Wuzhuang could answer, the twelfth and final Void Rift opened above the Round Stone Altar.
“Thud!”
A corpse, limp like a rag, was spat out and landed atop the Round Stone Altar.
“Ah!” The naked girl screamed.
The other Qi Cultivators all gasped, faces turning pale, eyes wide with shock.
This must be the first victim of the Secret Realm of Murder. (Actually, it was the second.)
The deceased was a male hunter over twenty years old.
Most of the others were under twenty, making him the oldest Qi Cultivator in this Secret Realm of Murder—and also the one with the highest cultivation.
His death was gruesome, his face forever twisted in pain, one arm torn off.
But the fatal wound was a horrifying five-fingered bloody hole in his chest, as if some beast’s claw had ripped out his heart.
As mentioned, this relatively older hunter wasn’t necessarily the strongest among the Qi Cultivators, but his battle energy was the highest.
Yet even such a powerful man had been mercilessly killed, without any chance to fight back.
“Someone really was killed!”
“So this is the Wolf?”
“Damn it! Who could do something so vicious?”
“We must catch the culprit and bring them to justice!”
Tuo Long, Qing Shaofei, and the other righteous types all stood up, loudly condemning the evil deed, brimming with righteous fury.
“Does anyone know this Qi Cultivator’s identity?”
At that moment, Sage Xun adjusted his glasses and calmly asked.
For some reason, as soon as he spoke, he took control of the situation.
He sounded reliable—after all, thinking things through was his specialty.
Though he was a Qi Cultivator, Sage Xun was the second-in-command strategist of his sect, the mastermind who plotted from the shadows.
For someone like him, a brain game like the Secret Realm of Murder was a perfect fit.
That’s why Bai Wuzhuang saw him as her greatest enemy.
Tuo Long might be her nemesis, but she’d have to find a way to deal with this strategist first.
Of course, that was what she thought inside. On the surface, she remained calm and silent.
“I’ve spoken with him. His name is Kunda, a mountain hunter—not a man of the Jianghu. But his skills were the highest among us… Damn it! Those evil Wolves are cunning, targeting specific people. This poor brother has suffered.”
Qing Shaofei explained, showing off his sense of Justice.
His acting was pretty good. Everyone was swept up in his emotion, their hatred for the Wolves written all over their faces.
“……”
Bai Wuzhuang showed no expression.
“Miss Bai, you seem awfully calm. Was seeing someone die within your expectations?” Qing Shaofei observed Bai Wuzhuang, then suddenly changed the subject to test her.
“You’re too emotional, your words are meaningless. I think we should listen to the person who discovered the body.” Bai Wuzhuang shook her head, her tone calm.
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