Wen Li stepped forward, holding Hua Cishu, who was chewing on candies in her arms.
“Did I say you could leave?”
Seeing her approach, the six people stiffened in terror and immediately stood at attention.
Luo Yuntian offered a fawning smile. “If Senior has any instructions, please let us know. Rest assured, Senior, we will keep our lips sealed. If Senior doesn’t believe us, we can even swear a Blood Oath!”
Gong Xu, one of the three Danfeng Valley disciples, nodded frantically. “Yes, yes! We are filled with admiration for Senior’s prowess. Just say the word, and we will devote ourselves entirely to your service!”
“Hand over your storage bags and Soul Blood. Swear a Blood Oath never to reveal a single word of what happened today, or else your path will end and your soul will dissipate.”
Wen Li didn’t waste any words. There were three Golden Core cultivators—Helian Zhou, Luo Yuntian, and Bai Jinshui—and three Foundation Establishment disciples from Danfeng Valley. Fighting them would be a chore. Although she had Gu Linshu’s talismans, she wasn’t about to squander them like that.
Especially now, as the six of them were clearly intimidated and didn't dare to resist.
“Yes, of course!”
The six nodded repeatedly, nimbly handing over their storage bags. Wen Li took their Soul Blood into her Divine Sense.
Then, the six of them swore the Blood Oath right in front of them.
Seeing them still looking at her nervously after finishing the oath, Wen Li slightly tilted her cool, composed face.
“Relax. I’m not some bloodthirsty person.”
The six of them blinked, their eyes trembling. They forced a laugh but didn't dare speak. In this Inner Hall, aside from Wangquan Qihuan, whom she had killed with her own hands, who among the others hadn't been schemed to death by her?
“Then, goodbye, Senior. We shall take our leave.”
The six bowed respectfully and turned to walk away.
“Mhm,” Wen Li nodded indifferently.
“Ah!”
“Pfft!”
“You! You went back on your word!”
Suddenly, as they walked away, the six felt a destructive aura descend upon their Divine Senses. It instantly severed their nerves and obliterated their souls. In the blink of an eye, Luo Yuntian, Helian Zhou, Bai Jinshui, Gong Xu, and the other two Danfeng Valley disciples began bleeding from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths.
With expressions of terror and fury, they collapsed to the ground in a grotesque heap.
Their eyes were wide, staring fixedly at Wen Li even in death.
“I said to hand over your Soul Blood and swear a Blood Oath. I never said I wouldn’t kill you. This isn’t going back on my word. How foolish.”
Wen Li shrugged with a lazy, innocent expression. She was truly the epitome of a villain who felt no remorse after murder and arson, instead taking pride in it—wicked yet cool.
Compared to manual combat, using Soul Blood directly saved time and effort. Only the dead truly keep secrets.
Zongzheng Huangyue watched with an indifferent expression. As expected, Master would not show mercy.
On the other hand, Wen Li looked at the six warm corpses on the ground, then looked at the little cub in her arms and sighed softly.
Hua Cishu asked with fervent concern, “Master, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just that if your Eldest Senior Sister and Second Senior Brother were here, it would’ve been better. They could have dug out the spiritual roots and fed the corpses to others. That way, nothing would go to waste.” Wen Li patted him and turned to Zongzheng Huangyue.
“You need to hurry up with your Soul Refining Technique as well. You can't just let every kill go to waste.”
Zongzheng Huangyue didn't feel embarrassed at having her shortcoming pointed out; she only felt regret for not being able to satisfy her Master.
“Yes, Master.”
Hua Cishu blinked. Knowing that Second Senior Brother was a snake who ate people, he asked Wen Li, “Master, I can eat people too. It won't be a waste.”
Otherwise, he would be the only useless one in the entire sect, and Master wouldn’t like him.
“Demons eat people?” Wen Li frowned. “Don’t demons have specifically bred magical beasts to eat?”
Hua Cishu puffed out his cheeks. “To help Master solve the problem of waste, I can try.”
After a pause, he muttered quietly.
“But can I roast it? I like spicy food... mgh!”
“Absolutely not. Your Second Senior Brother does that out of nature; he just swallows them whole without doing anything so twisted. Forget about it. Just stick to your candy.”
Wen Li directly covered his mouth. She understood his intention—it wasn’t that he wanted to or even could eat them, but that he just didn't want to be useless to her.
Swallowing them whole was one thing, but roasting them?
Is he cosplaying as the cultivation world’s Hannibal? Does he think I’m running a buffet restaurant? She hadn’t reached that level of insanity yet.
Hua Cishu nodded with a look of half-understanding. “Oh.”
Then he remembered something. “Master, you clearly had two Nascent Soul Talismans. Why didn't you just kill the two strongest ones, Wangquan Sheng and Wangquan Qihuan, right from the start?”
“In gambling or playing cards, you always save the strongest for last. You test the opponent step by step. Until the enemy reveals their trump cards at the final moment of life and death, how can you dare to bet on how strong they truly are?” Wen Li patted his head. Fearing he wouldn't understand, she switched to a more common analogy.
“It’s like if you were trapped for a month and only had a bowl of noodles, a pile of grass, and a pile of shit in front of you. Would you start by eating the shit right away? Of course not. You wait until your final line of defense breaks down. You only choose it when you absolutely have to.”
Zongzheng Huangyue: “...”
The logic was rough, but not wrong. Actually, it was just too rough.
The reasoning seemed sound, yet somehow it absolutely wasn't.
Hua Cishu, however, listened with great interest, nodding like a chick pecking at rice. “Oh~”
Although he was more than a little curious whether “Master would eventually choose to eat the shit,” he was sensible enough to keep his mouth shut. Master didn’t like hearing things that damaged her image.
And so...
“Wow, Master is so amazing! No one has ever taught me these things. No wonder Master was so overwhelmingly dominant today. But I’m sure Master would definitely find a way out after eating the noodles; she wouldn’t be so passive. Master is the one who makes other people choose whether or not to eat shit.”
Wen Li couldn't help but smile, her eyes curving as she tapped his head.
“You really get me.”
Zongzheng Huangyue silently gripped a Moon Soul Arrow, aiming it at Hua Cishu behind her back. She clenched her fist and endured it, but finally let go, uncharacteristically abandoning her poise to roll her eyes in a very unladylike manner.
Suck-up.
The three of them walked out.
Wen Li looked at the empty Outer Hall, remembered something, and took the two back to the Inner Hall.
“I almost forgot. These disciples have quite a few treasures from the Outer Hall on them. You two go over there, I’ll scavenge this side.”
Once the three of them finished scavenging the belongings from over twenty corpses, they set a fire and burned them all. They packed the ashes away, ensuring that no trace of the three of them was left at the scene before truly leaving.
Of course, all the spoils went to Wen Li.
The three of them didn't have tokens, so they had to leave the way they came.
Arriving at the city gate, Wen Li took a deep breath, prepared herself mentally, and opened the gate, tossing Hua Cishu—who had transformed back into a black fleeceball—onto her head.
Then...
“Ahhh!!!”
“Roar!!!”
Wen Li and Zongzheng Huangyue once again experienced the thrill of being chased by those skeletons.
After all, spiritual energy couldn't be used here, so they had to rely entirely on their legs.
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