Zanxing

Chapter 82 - Demonic Merman (1)

Two people entered from outside the door, a man and a woman. The man was someone Yanxing had seen earlier that day at the gambling den, a blue-clothed young master who liked making sarcastic remarks—Nie Xinghong of the nouveau riche sect, Yin Feng Sect. However, the girl beside him was unfamiliar. She was petite, wearing a purple dress, with a delicate face and an innocent expression between her brows.

"Who are you?" Tian Fangfang protested. "How dare you talk about my junior sister like that?"

"Xiangling Sect, Putao," the girl responded, glaring at Yanxing provocatively. "Your junior sister's such a coward. Why can't people say it? It's true, though. What kind of cultivator is afraid of the dead?"

Xiangling Sect? Yanxing, who was hiding behind Gu Baiying, was startled. The Xiangling Sect was a famous and prestigious sect in the cultivation world, known for accepting only female disciples. Although she wasn't sure about the history between Xiangling Sect and Tai Yan Sect, Xuan Ling had mentioned before leaving that the relationship between the two sects was far from friendly.

Her current behavior was indeed disgraceful for the Tai Yan Sect. Yanxing was about to say something to salvage her sect's reputation when Gu Baiying, standing next to her, sneered and pulled her behind him.

"What, you're not convinced?" Putao mocked. "Bringing such a useless disciple out here is truly embarrassing. If I were her, I'd have ended myself out of shame rather than coming to the secret realm trial of the Li-er Kingdom."

Gu Baiying glanced at her indifferently. "So, you're not afraid of the dead?"

Putao: "Of course not."

The next moment, with a flick of Gu Baiying's fingers, Putao's body was suddenly lifted into the air, suspended above the corpse of the woman on the bed, facing it directly. The corpse's empty eye sockets stared right at her. Putao was stunned for a moment, but soon the inn was filled with her heart-wrenching screams.

Meanwhile, Gu Baiying, the instigator, crossed his arms and watched the terrified girl in the air without the slightest hint of pity. Tan Tianxin, standing at the door, swallowed nervously. Earlier, he had thought Gu Baiying was too arrogant, dismissing their Chihua Sect as nothing. But now, it seemed he looked down on all sects, not just theirs.

"Linking spells?" A cultivator in the room exclaimed in shock. "If it's not undone, the two will remain bound together."

Nie Xinghong tried to intervene, saying, "Fellow Daoist Gu, let's talk this over. She's still a young girl, a fellow cultivator. Surely we should show some compassion. Why hold a grudge against a girl?"

"I don't care if she's a girl," Gu Baiying replied coldly, not even looking up. "She's not a disciple of Tai Yan Sect. Why should I show her any mercy?"

Mendong whispered, "You've never shown mercy to Tai Yan Sect's female disciples either."

Meng Ying pulled Mendong to stop him from speaking further.

"Hey!" Putao, trapped above the corpse, struggled in vain and shouted, "Let me down! If my master finds out, she definitely won't let you off!"

"Insolent juniors are often spoiled by their elders," Gu Baiying replied, utterly unfazed. "Since Xiangling Sect's elders don't teach their disciples properly, I'll teach you myself." He looked at Putao. "Since you're not afraid of the dead, you can keep them company for the night."

The cultivators inside and outside the room were all shocked. No one expected this young man to be so brazen, using his cultivation to suppress others with such ease. What was more terrifying was that Putao, despite being a newly selected disciple for the secret realm from Xiangling Sect and possessing considerable strength, was completely helpless before him.