"Why can’t I look?"
Bai Zixi crisply said, "Just because you can’t!"
"Alright then…"
Mo Hua obediently let her cover his eyes.
After a while, Bai Zisheng also arrived, about to say something.
Bai Zixi gave him a gentle glare, "No looking allowed!"
"Oh…"
Bai Zisheng silently covered his own eyes.
The female cultivators in the room, having regained their composure, grabbed some silk and covered their bodies, then quickly threw on some clothes, albeit haphazardly.
They were still a bit exposed, but at least presentable.
Only then did Bai Zixi let go of her hand.
Mo Hua glanced at them and roughly understood, then asked,
"Was there a strange, corpse-like cultivator who came through here?"
The female cultivators nodded, stammering,
"We were just loosening our clothes, prepared to serve Young Master Zhao..."
"Young Master Zhao?"
One female cultivator pointed to the man lying on the ground with the chest wound and continued,
"Unexpectedly, that monster suddenly burst in…"
"Young Master Zhao lost his mood, spoke harshly in protest, and was then pierced through the chest by that monster with one claw."
"After killing Young Master Zhao, the monster punched through the bedboard and crawled into the hole beneath the bed, disappearing somewhere…"
"Whose room is this?" Mo Hua inquired.
The female cultivators looked at each other, and finally one spoke up,
"It’s Sister Yulan’s room."
"This Young Master Zhao, he was once a client of Sister Yulan, drank a bit of alcohol, who knows how, but he suddenly remembered Sister Yulan who had passed away, then stubbornly dragged us here…"
They hesitated to continue in front of Mo Hua.
Mo Hua nodded.
He checked the hole under the bed, which was pitch black.
After probing with his Divine Sense, Mo Hua shook his head.
"What’s wrong?" Bai Zisheng asked.
Mo Hua replied, "It’s been blocked."
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"Can it be pierced through?"
Mo Hua shook his head, "There’s a mechanism inside. Once activated, the formation will self-destruct and the earth and stones will completely block the passage. It seems to be designed for escaping and cutting off any pursuit."
"Then what should we do?"
Mo Hua asked, "The needles I gave you, did you leave them in his body?"
Bai Zisheng nodded, "Three of them. One in his hair, one on his sleeve, and another one—after Zixi’s Sword Qi tore through his flesh, I took the opportunity to drive it into his wound, melding it into his flesh and blood. From the looks of it, he shouldn’t be able to detect it for a short period of time."
Mo Hua smiled, "That’s good then."
After a while, Situ Jin and Situ Fang came in with several Enforcement Leaders.
They had all sustained injuries of varying degrees and had just taken their Pills, after a brief period of recuperation.
Situ Jin, with grateful eyes, said to Mo Hua:
"Thank you, young brother."
If it wasn’t for Mo Hua on the upper floor, attracting the grey-clothed cultivator’s attention with the Fireball Technique and delaying him with tactics, sapping both time and the strange power of his medicine,
That would have allowed the gray-clothed cultivator to wreak havoc. The loss on this mission would have been disastrous.
Even he might have ended up severely injured.
Situ Jin then looked at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi with admiration in his eyes, full of praise.
These are the true scions of a Great Clan.
With only Qi-refining Realm cultivation, they could confront Foundation Building Cultivators head-on and even injure the gray-clothed cultivator who, after taking the medicine, had his strength vastly increased and was like a living corpse.
What would happen once they established their Foundation?
"Indeed, worthy of being the legitimate descendants of a Noble Clan..."
Situ Jin silently reflected.