“It’s not over yet. Don’t celebrate too early.”
Sage Xun pushed up his glowing glasses and suddenly spoke coldly, dousing the prematurely jubilant Sheep faction with a bucket of cold water.
Dong Huiting and Chi Xue’s hearts skipped a beat, their smiles fading away.
“Military Strategist, do you have any final insights? This last round, let’s lay our cards on the table and have an honest discussion.”
Bai Wuzhuang slowly rose to her feet, her smile retreating somewhat, but the corners of her mouth still held a subtle, confident curve.
Separated by the altar, the two Sheep, a Sheepdog, and two Wolves stood facing each other.
The Mysterious Immortal Phantom did not appear this time and placed no restrictions on their speech—this round, they could speak freely, whatever they wished.
“The outcome hinges on the person I cursed last round. If my curse succeeds, it’ll be two Wolves versus two Sheep, and we basically win. I know you are the White Sheep. I have a few questions for you,” Sage Xun said.
“Ask away.” Bai Wuzhuang nodded.
“Why did you verify Qing Shaofei’s identity in the first round?” Sage Xun asked.
“Because he speaks loudly and carries a leader’s aura. Right from the start, he had us draw lots and form teams and all that. I thought he was a chatterbox—not very clever, but talkative enough to disrupt everyone’s thinking. If he was a bad guy, that’d be troublesome. So, I checked him out—and sure enough, he’s a Wolf King,” Bai Wuzhuang replied.
“Who did you verify in the second round?” Sage Xun asked.
“That one.” Bai Wuzhuang pointed at Prisoner Old Mo.
“I see. No wonder you suspected him. You already knew his identity early on. Too bad I didn’t figure out your identity then and curse you. I only confirmed you were White Sheep after chatting briefly with Miss Dong,” Sage Xun said sharply.
“Huh? Me? When did I ever say Little Swindler was White Sheep?” Dong Huiting asked in surprise.
“You didn’t say it. I just thought you didn’t look like a Sheep or someone with Sheep abilities. When did you realize I was the Curse Wolf? I don’t think I ever defended Qing Shaofei,” Sage Xun said.
“Weren’t you all trying to push the prisoner out? Doesn’t that prove you’re on their side?” Bai Wuzhuang replied.
“Just because of that, you’re sure I’m the Curse Wolf? But later you detected Old Mo’s identity, didn’t you? Doesn’t that prove I’m clean? Don’t you think I might be a good guy? Why didn’t you consider that? How could you be so sure I was a Wolf? You targeted me from the start and never stopped suspecting me,” Sage Xun grew anxious, pressing on.
“I just don’t trust you strategists,” Bai Wuzhuang said, unwilling to explain further.
That’s the privilege of a girl—throw a tantrum, roll around, and refuse to explain.
After all, no one could deduce that she was a Reverse Time Practitioner who knew exactly who the Wolves were from the start because she had opened Heaven’s Eye.
Even so, she almost lost—the victory was narrow and hard-fought.
But a win is a win. From Sage Xun’s first words, she knew he hadn’t cursed her because she was White Sheep.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have wasted so many words; he’d just wait for her to die.
“That’s how I beat you—I trust my instincts. But you didn’t trust your own. You chose to believe that corpse, didn’t you?” Bai Wuzhuang said with a smile, pointing at the dead Toh Long on the altar.
“…”
Sage Xun remained silent.
“Military Strategist Alliance, is this your level? You strategists educated by the system all follow rigid doctrines. Your brains are stiff and inflexible. I understood your character from the start, but you know nothing about me. How can you possibly win?” Bai Wuzhuang taunted.
“Who exactly are you? Why do you understand us so well?” Sage Xun asked.
“I’m just a Little Swindler who’s seen the cold and warmth of the world. My specialty is reading people and lying. Of course, I have Dong Daren’s support—her strength is the key to keeping me rational; she’s my staunchest backing,” Bai Wuzhuang replied, not forgetting to flatter Dong Huiting.
“And me?” Chi Xue pointed at herself.
“You’re just a stray dog on the street. If you’d taken down even one of them, we would’ve won ages ago,” Bai Wuzhuang snorted coldly.
“Then the last question… if she isn’t the Horned Sheep, what exactly is her identity?” Sage Xun asked.
“She’s a disguised Sheepdog. If a corpse is found, she can launch a powerful attack. On the surface, she looks exactly like the Horned Sheep. But by my reckoning, the Horned Sheep died long ago—one of the first two casualties. You killed him, but you didn’t realize it?” Bai Wuzhuang analyzed.
Sage Xun froze, lost in thought.
The first casualty was the Hunter—a cautious man who always stayed alert.
Anyone who approached recklessly would have been attacked.
He was finally killed by a forced strike from Qing Shaofei’s Wolf King power.
If he were the Horned Sheep, he would have acted sooner.
The second casualty…
Xue Luo of the Flying Snow Sect was kind-hearted and unguarded around the trio of Wolves.
He agreed to team up, but was ultimately ambushed and killed by Qing Shaofei.
If he were the Horned Sheep, there truly would have been no chance for defense.
Also, the Black Sheep’s poison ability never activated. Could the Hunter have been the Black Sheep?
That means the Wolves wiped out the Black Sheep and Horned Sheep in the first two rounds—and yet they still lost?
“The Black Sheep’s poison never showed up. No one really knows who it is. Those two bodyguards kept voting against each other; I suspect a grudge between them. If either were Black Sheep, the other side would’ve died already. So, Black Sheep is probably one of the first two casualties too,” Bai Wuzhuang reasoned.
“…”
Sage Xun raised a trembling finger to push up his glasses, his mind unraveling.
If he’d cursed the White Sheep upon hearing Bai Wuzhuang’s claim, the Wolves would have won long ago.
But that’s impossible.
There are no such ‘ifs’ in the world.
If he were given a hundred more tries, his strategist instincts would still make him hesitate—he had to be sure of the Sheep’s identity before acting.
“Cowardly Wolves are doomed to lose. You’re finished. When you go to hell, remember to change your name—call yourself Foolish Xun,” Bai Wuzhuang pointed at him, ready to taunt further.
As she spoke, Sage Xun’s face darkened with anger—but on closer inspection, his skin began turning black, a terrifying curse spreading across his body.
“Pfft~~~~shh!”
He spat out old blood and collapsed, head smashing against the altar, his cursed glasses shattering.
He could no longer speak.
Clearly, Sage Xun’s curse on Chi Xue—whom he thought was the Horned Sheep—backfired.
To be honest, the battle of wits between Bai Wuzhuang and Sage Xun was less about intellect and more about luck, courage, and mentality.
Reviewing the Werewolf Secret Realm game, Bai Wuzhuang had merely set a single trap.
That was to silence Dong Huiting and Chi Xue, then step forward herself to claim the White Sheep identity.
Originally, the plan was to have Dong Huiting as Sheep and Chi Xue as Sheepdog fake being White Sheep and speak for her—a very solid move.
But Bai Wuzhuang chose the bold path, claiming she was White Sheep herself.
If the Curse Wolf were reckless, they’d have cursed her next round, and the foolish teammate Argali wouldn’t protect her.
She would’ve surely died.
But the Curse Wolf was a paranoid, intelligent strategist.
Sage Xun might have seen through their flashy act and suspected Bai Wuzhuang was White Sheep, but he wasn’t certain.
Without certainty, he dared not curse her—guess wrong, and he’d die.
Even when he was eighty percent sure Bai Wuzhuang was White Sheep, he still chose to curse Chi Xue, who had shown Immortal power.
His failure was his excessive caution.
But his defeat was inevitable…
Because his opponent was cheating! She simply had to win!
Her advantage was knowing the Wolves from the start by opening Heaven’s Eye.
From Bai Wuzhuang’s perspective, besides knowing who the three Wolves were, she also knew Qing Shaofei was the Wolf King.
Thus, the Curse Wolf had to be either Toh Long or Sage Xun—both paranoid men unwilling to risk for teammates, the “righteous.”
Had anyone else been the Curse Wolf, they might have missed Bai Wuzhuang and Chi Xue’s illusion play and cursed Bai Wuzhuang outright.
So Bai Wuzhuang’s bold move was actually well thought out, disguised by apparent luck.
“This is the final step,” Bai Wuzhuang said gravely.
“How did he die? Explain this to me!” Dong Huiting asked, her expression earnest.
“He was the Curse Wolf. He cursed me as Horned Sheep, but the curse backfired,” Chi Xue answered.
“I see. So, what do we do now?” Dong Huiting asked again.
Bai Wuzhuang glanced at the last remaining weasel, Old Mo, while Chi Xue and Dong Huiting turned to stare at Prisoner Old Mo, instantly understanding the plan.
“Vote him out, and we win,” Bai Wuzhuang said, picking up the Deceased’s Ocarina to cast her vote.
“Hehe~” Chi Xue smirked, holding the same ocarina to vote as well.
Seeing them both vote, Dong Huiting naturally followed suit.
“I’d rather die than surrender! If I’m going down, I’m taking someone with me!”
At that moment, Prisoner Old Mo, cornered and desperate, stepped onto the altar, stomping on Sage Xun’s head, launching a powerful leap that cleared over Toh Long’s corpse.
“Soul-Cutting Slash!”
He swung twin swords toward Bai Wuzhuang’s neck.
Bai Wuzhuang didn’t understand why the Wolves’ last-ditch efforts always targeted her.
Was she that easy to bully?
“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”
But halfway through the air, Old Mo was pierced through the chest by five Frozen Swords of Ice Soul. His entire thorax froze solid.
No Immortal intervention was needed.
Dong Huiting only had to raise her hand slightly, and Old Mo was instantly killed.
“Congratulations to the three of you for passing the Trial.”
Only then did the Mysterious Immortal Phantom appear, hands behind his back, speaking in a relaxed tone.
The surviving little Sheep finally relaxed.
“Whew~” Chi Xue sagged, collapsing where she stood.
“It’s finally over.” Bai Wuzhuang exhaled deeply, watching Dong Huiting still lively and thinking how she had truly turned her fate around and saved her.
The gates of White Tiger Hall slowly rose, the Immortal Phantom gliding inside first.
“We’re going to receive our rewards,” Dong Huiting said energetically, pulling Bai Wuzhuang up.
“Ow ow ow, easy there, Dong Daren,” Bai Wuzhuang said.
“Oh right, I forgot you’re injured. But you’ve opened your Qi Vein now. This minor injury won’t kill you; it’ll heal in a few days,” Dong Huiting said cheerfully without pity.
Because Bai Wuzhuang had opened her Qi Vein and become a Qi Cultivator—the lowest rank, but with a constitution hundreds of times stronger, no longer the sickly weakling she once was.
“From now on, you can join us in the Demon-Expelling Path,” Dong Huiting smiled.
“When was I ever thinking about that?” Bai Wuzhuang gave a wry smile.
The three chatted as they followed the Immortal Phantom into White Tiger Hall. Inside, it was no longer a maze but a small immortal cave filled with the fragrance of medicinal herbs.
Surrounding the cave were many exquisite boxes, each containing treasures coveted by Qi Cultivators.
“Choose your rewards. Pills? Divine Weapons? Or cultivation techniques?” the Immortal Phantom asked.
“I want Training Pills,” Dong Huiting answered instantly.
“Definitely pills,” Chi Xue’s answer was almost as quick.
For Qi Cultivators, divine weapons and cultivation techniques are enticing but not necessarily suitable.
If unsuitable, a cultivation technique can’t be practiced, and divine weapons can’t be wielded—so they only serve to be sold.
Training Pills, however, are never a loss—any Qi Cultivator can use them and improve.
Besides, Dong Huiting knew at a glance her cultivation technique was set in stone.
Her whole life was destined to master the Frozen Divine Art, needing no other cultivation techniques or divine weapons—just focusing on enhancing her cultivation was enough.
“Hmm…” Bai Wuzhuang fell into silence, struggling to decide.
As an evil cultivator, she couldn’t advance by normal means. Training Pills were useless.
Her Absorbing Blood Demon Art treated other Qi Cultivators like Training Pills.
“Why hesitate? You’re a novice. Just pick Training Pills. Forget about divine weapons and cultivation techniques; at your level, you can’t even practice them. Better to strengthen your basics first,” Dong Huiting saw her confusion and began explaining.
“Then I’ll also choose Training Pills,” Bai Wuzhuang nodded.
She agreed—Training Pills were useless to her, but divine weapons and cultivation techniques might not be much better.
Well, it seemed she had gained nothing from this Secret Realm Trial after all.
TL Note: The author has decided to drop the novel hence this will be the last chapter of this novel and the novel is completed.