“What on earth is this thing?”
Mo Rubai was shaken to his core. However, his limbs were currently weak and devoid of strength, making it completely impossible for him to escape this dungeon. If this thing could take lives, then he…
Mo Rubai stared at it fixedly, every muscle in his body tensing up.
Suddenly, the writhing of that pool of stuff accelerated, piling up layer by layer until it condensed into a humanoid shape.
The creature was about the size of a five-year-old child. With every single movement it made, the sound of sloshing bloody water echoed loudly, making Mo Rubai’s scalp go completely numb just hearing it!
Bit by bit, a pair of mangled, flesh-and-blood facial features slowly formed on the “child’s” face.
“Please, save me…”
Yet the voice of this thing was still the voice of Mother Ji!
“You are already dead.” Mo Rubai forced himself to calm down. “You can’t be saved anymore!”
“Dead…” Mother Ji’s voice carried hoarseness and anger. “No, how could I possibly die? I haven’t even married Shuangshuang off to a good family yet! No, I cannot die, I cannot die…”
Listening to this thing—which he didn’t even know could still be considered “Mother Ji”—rambling on and on, Mo Rubai suddenly settled down.
Even if this was a demonic entity, it should merely be a low-grade demon; what was there to be afraid of?
However, Mo Rubai was slapped in the face very quickly.
Mother Ji seemed to suddenly snap back to clarity for a moment. Lowering her head, she looked at her own mangled, blood-soaked hands, her blood-drenched body, and her stunted stature, before letting out a shriek.
“It must have been that wretched hussy who turned me into this!” Mother Ji took step after step, trying to drag herself over to Mo Rubai. “Quickly, kill that wretched woman! Quickly, do it!”
Mother Ji’s originally bloody body began to slowly emit black Qi. Mo Rubai’s eyelids twitched; if this thing really wrapped itself around him, then he…
Steeling his heart, Mo Rubai attempted to forcefully break free from the Spirit-Binding Lock. Just then, a white, chilling beam of light suddenly appeared before him, wrapping tightly around that mass of things. The very next moment, the mangled Mother Ji was completely frozen solid.
It was Realizer Lingzhi!
Mo Rubai looked over in pleasant surprise and naturally saw Shen Zhiwei.
What made him feel even more relieved was that Murong Bili had not followed along.
“What is going on here?” Shen Zhiwei frowned. “Is this that puddle of mud?”
“Yes. For some reason, it suddenly came back to life.” Mo Rubai suddenly felt a sense of surviving a catastrophe. “Many thanks to Little Master-Uncle for saving my life.”
“Just remember it.” Shen Zhiwei glanced at him and curved the corners of his lips. “I don’t save people easily, you know.”
Mo Rubai looked at this faint smile, momentarily unable to think of what to say.
“This thing is too disgusting. Destroy it.”
“Wait—” Before Mo Rubai could stop him, he watched as the frozen “Mother Ji” shattered directly, dissolving back into pure bloody water without a shred of lingering hostility left.
“Little Master-Uncle,” Mo Rubai asked with puzzlement, “We don’t even know what this thing is yet. Destroying it just like this… is that really okay?”
“This thing is too disgusting,” Shen Zhiwei said with unconcealed disgust. “I don’t even want to look at it for a single second.”
Mo Rubai was persuaded. Was it really just such a simple reason?
Still, Mo Rubai always felt something was a bit off. Even if it was a low-grade member of the Demon Clan, shouldn’t they have studied it a bit first?
Shen Zhiwei did not let Mo Rubai ponder too much. “This matter has nothing to do with you anymore. The trial competition is in five days. Spend these next two days continuing your confinement, and consider it a good rest.”
Mo Rubai was left speechless. A member of the Demon Clan had actually appeared inside the dungeon, yet Realizer Lingzhi was still making him stay here to continue his confinement?
Could this really just be an inconsequential matter?
Naturally, this was no trivial matter.
Shen Zhiwei stood expressionless, confronting Three-Eight in the depths of his mind.
[You’re from the Demon Clan, aren’t you?]
Three-Eight let out a sneer. [Why would you think that?]
[That puddle of mud in the dungeon posed no threat to Mo Rubai whatsoever—at least not before I arrived. But the moment I got there, it underwent a change,] Shen Zhiwei stated calmly. [It must have sensed some kind of aura, presumably rich demonic Qi. That aura certainly had nothing to do with Mo Rubai, so it can only be you.]
[Is that so? Why don’t you suspect yourself?] Three-Eight sighed. [Besides, there were two other people there at the time.]
[Those two are both members of the protagonist’s harem,] Shen Zhiwei smiled lightly. [So it’s definitely your problem.]
[I actually think it’s your problem.]
Three-Eight remained rather stubborn. Shen Zhiwei continued, [According to what you said, I am a person from beyond this world. How could I possibly carry demonic Qi on me?]
Three-Eight fell silent for a brief moment before speaking up with displeasure. [I hate dealing with smart people, just like that person.]
[Which person?]
Yet this time, no matter how persistently Shen Zhiwei pressed, Three-Eight maintained absolute silence, acting as if he didn’t exist at all.
Whatever. The days ahead were long; he would eventually find the answer.
Did Shen Zhiwei turn back just to save the male lead’s life? Naturally not. Erasing the traces of the Demon Clan was Three-Eight’s request. Though Three-Eight acted all-composed and resourceful, there were actually many things he couldn’t control either, right?
Relying on others is worse than relying on oneself. Even if Three-Eight was a very powerful demonic entity, so what? Right now, wasn’t he unable to even take care of himself?
“Husband, which little vixen are you daydreaming about?” Murong Bili had already swayed around in front of Shen Zhiwei twice, and upon discovering that this person was still ignoring him, he grew indignant and pressed right up close. “Look at me, won’t you?”
Sensing someone approaching, Shen Zhiwei pushed out with a conditioned reflex, immediately hearing a dull “thud” followed by a long, miserable scream.
Looking closely, Shen Zhiwei realized he had just batted Murong Bili flying away.
“What are you doing?” Shen Zhiwei had no intention of pulling him back up. “I said, don’t get too close to me.”
“How are you ever going to take a cultivation partner in the future?” Murong Bili grumbled indignantly. “You won’t even allow anyone to get close.”
Ignoring Murong Bili’s twisted logic entirely, Shen Zhiwei went straight to the point: “What do you want with me?”
“Husband, you’re so hateful!” Murong Bili bit his lip and probed tentatively, “I want to join the Azure Firmament Sect.”
“Then start as an outer disciple.”
“But I heard you don’t take disciples,” Murong Bili looked at Shen Zhiwei with pleading eyes. “Husband, just force yourself and take me in~”
“Since it’s forcing myself, why should I torture myself?” Shen Zhiwei rejected him flatly. “I never take disciples.”
Knowing this would be the outcome, Murong Bili wasn’t upset either. “It’s fine, I knew it would be like this anyway, so I became Realizer Muzhi’s disciple instead. Husband, you’ll be my Master-Uncle from now on~”
Why would Senior Brother accept this vase of a pretty boy?
Shen Zhiwei’s expression turned inscrutable. “Then Mo Rubai will be your Senior Brother from now on.”
An older martial brother and a younger martial brother—these two certainly knew how to play.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Murong Bili flushed red…