“He’s nothing but a pawn. How could such a failure ruin my plans?” Tian Yu cast a dismissive glance at Fu Ling. “Did you really think I relied on such trash to kill Fan Yue?”
Fu Ling’s face turned pale, and she looked back toward the water mirror. Tian Yu, seemingly unaware of her concern, watched with a twisted, knowing smile.
Would he truly go so far as to destroy an entire clan just to activate this demonic array?
As Bai Shuo finished speaking, everyone in the hall felt a chill settle in their hearts. Mu Jiu gulped, pointing at the shattered, bloodied form of Zhe Sang on the ground.
“This one guy caused all this?” he muttered in disbelief.
Suddenly, Zhe Sang’s eerie voice filled the silence. He glared at Bai Shuo and asked, “When did you realize I wasn’t the real Nan Wan?”
Bai Shuo, now somewhat relieved that the God-Slaying Array had been disrupted, looked at Chong Zhao and said, “I have you to thank for that, Chong Zhao.”
“Chong Zhao?” Mu Jiu muttered. “Impossible! This guy’s a Celestial, and even I didn’t notice any evil energy on him. I don’t believe Chong Zhao has better eyes than me! Besides, that’s exactly how Nan Wan always acted! No flaws!”
The Kunlun swordsman then glanced at the fallen Zhe Sang, his eyes narrowing as he finally realized something. “A time-breaking stone?”
“Yes, a time-breaking stone,” Bai Shuo confirmed. “The time-breaking stone is a unique relic that can break the boundaries of time and space. In terms of value, it’s on par with the Heart Fire of the Wu Tong tree. Such an invaluable item, which can only be used once, must be among the Cloud Celestial Sect’s treasures. As their chief disciple, would Zhe Sang really use it for a mere fortune-telling half-immortal in a small city like Nan Hai? Unless…”
Bai Shuo glanced at her disciple standing beside her. “Unless he came to Nan Hai City to trade that time-breaking stone for something even more valuable.”
Zhe Sang shouted, “If you suspected me from the beginning, why did you still follow me to Yiren City?”
Everyone turned to look at Bai Shuo. Even Zhe Sang was puzzled. Who knowingly walks into a trap?
Bai Shuo shrugged innocently. “Chong Zhao entered Yiren City for the Wu Tong martial competition. If I didn’t follow you, how would I get in to help him?”
Her explanation sounded so matter-of-fact that Zhe Sang nearly choked with rage. He’d thought himself a hunter, but this so-called “half-immortal” had been watching from behind all along!
“Ah Shuo…” Chong Zhao looked at her, visibly moved. Meanwhile, the boy behind Bai Shuo lowered his gaze, eyes darkening.
“You!”
“Don’t ‘you’ me.” Bai Shuo paused, looking almost regretful. “At first, I only knew you had other motives. If I’d known what you intended from the start, I never would have…”
“You knew my intentions?” Zhe Sang’s voice suddenly cut through. He lifted his head, his blood-stained eyes now an unnatural black, watching Bai Shuo with an eerie curiosity.
Sensing something was wrong, Fan Yue furrowed his brows and looked intently at Zhe Sang.
“Yes,” Bai Shuo replied, unaware of Zhe Sang’s abnormality. “This is a God-Slaying Array. Even the Yiren King, at his peak, is far from divine. Knowing this is an array meant to kill gods, I naturally deduced who your real target was.”
For once, Bai Shuo’s typically lighthearted face showed a trace of coldness. “Once I knew this city held a nearly awakened God-Slaying Array, it became clear why you would come to Nan Hai and even sacrifice a time-breaking stone. The most important move in your entire scheme was to lure the true target of your master’s hatred into this city.”
As Bai Shuo finished speaking, everyone looked at her. Mu Jiu’s eyes widened as he turned toward her and gasped, “What?! You’re the god? Am I blind, or…”
The room went quiet, and Bai Shuo sighed in exasperation. Who had spread rumors of the fox tribe’s young master being exceptionally sharp? Clearly, rumors couldn’t be trusted.
But Mu Jiu soon realized that everyone was not looking at Bai Shuo but rather at the boy behind her. He blinked, his jaw dropping. “Fortune-teller, you’re not talking about… your disciple, are you?”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered someone so clever,” a low, mocking voice sounded from behind. Everyone turned abruptly to see Zhe Sang, who, despite his shattered limbs and broken spirit core, now floated mid-air, eyes glinting pitch black as he stared at Bai Shuo.
“You’re so clever that I almost don’t want to kill you.” The corner of “Zhe Sang’s” mouth twisted into a sinister smile as he faced Bai Shuo. “Why don’t you guess again: who was my true sleeper agent to kill the Moonlit Hall’s master?”
As soon as he finished speaking, “Zhe Sang’s” head twisted sharply to the side and fell to the floor, eyes wide open, filled with resentment even in death.
Bai Shuo’s face paled. Just then, a sudden change erupted. Hua Hong was flung back like a broken kite by a powerful blow. Her iron staff, which she’d never let go of, was now in someone else’s hand, driven straight into the Yiren King’s chest.
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