Chapter 283: Take Them All

The dishes on the table appeared hot and steaming, but under Chen Fei’s spiritual vision, they transformed into writhing maggots—disgusting in every way. There was no way he could stomach eating them.

Outside the room, Bai Jing’s cheerful voice rang out:

“Welcome, dear guests, to my humble inn!”

Leading the group was Eight Ghosts, who swiftly scanned the interior of the inn. His scalp tingled with alarm, and he instinctively turned to leave.

But Bai Jing had no intention of letting such good business walk out. With a sweet smile, she blocked the doorway, placing one long, pale leg on a table. Her fair, slender thigh—its blue veins faintly visible—made several evil cultivators raise their eyebrows in interest.

“Dear guests, the sandstorm outside is fierce. Why not have a drink here to warm yourselves?” Bai Jing traced a finger across her lips, her eyes full of allure.

Eight Ghosts narrowed his eyes.

“Boss lady, has anyone else passed by here recently?”

“Yes,” Bai Jing smiled and nodded.

Her response immediately drew a shout from one of the cultivators:

“Where are they?”

“Oh, don’t be angry, dear guest,” she said playfully. “Since we’re all gathered here today, why don’t I treat everyone to a feast?”

She twirled her handkerchief and stepped forward charmingly.

Eight Ghosts frowned, raised a hand to silence the others, and stared coldly at Bai Jing.

“Since the boss lady is so hospitable, we won’t refuse your offer.”

“Great! Please wait a moment—I’ll have our signature dishes brought out right away!” Bai Jing clapped joyfully and trotted off to the kitchen.

“Lord Eight…?” The others looked at him, puzzled.

His expression turned grim. Raising a hand to stop them from speaking further, he said quietly:

“There’s something wrong with this place.”

He scanned the surroundings before his gaze settled on a door deeper within the hallway. He narrowed his eyes at the room number.

“We’ll wait for the others to arrive first.”

The group exchanged glances before cautiously taking their seats.

A tense silence filled the air. Only the clattering of pots and pans from the kitchen broke the stillness.

Soon, the steaming dishes were served, just as White Lotus and her group arrived—this brought a slight sense of relief to Eight Ghosts. After all, this was still a forbidden land, and being in the Profound Realm wasn’t particularly special here.

But with reinforcements, he felt a bit more confident.

“Dear guests, please enjoy your meal!” Bai Jing covered her face with her handkerchief and glanced out the window, beaming.

“Today is truly lively—it’s been far too long since we had such a crowd!”

The evil cultivators instinctively turned to look at Eight Ghosts.

He stared at the dishes on the table. To ordinary sight, they looked delicious—but with spiritual vision, they were crawling with maggots. A shiver ran down his spine.

What the hell is this place…?

Bai Jing slowly turned back toward them.

“Dear guests, these are my inn’s specialty dishes. Why aren’t you eating? Could it be you doubt my cooking skills?”

“Boss lady, I’d say only you could stomach this filth!” Eight Ghosts sneered. With a flick of his hand, he flipped the entire table, sending the dishes flying toward her.

He acted because he had seen White Lotus make her move outside—he didn’t hesitate.

The dishes splattered on the floor, transforming into maggots wriggling across the stone tiles.

Even these hardened evil cultivators—accustomed to gruesome sights—were shaken. Their faces paled, and they jumped up, eyes scanning warily.

But Bai Jing had vanished, leaving only her voice behind—cold and sinister:

“How rude! But since you’ve entered my Dusk Inn, there’s no leaving. Such fresh flesh… how delightful. Hehe!”

The inn appearing in this forbidden land had already been strange enough. Now, in their eagerness to chase Chen Fei, they’d walked straight into a trap. Still, they weren’t too worried. There were many of them—surely they could defeat this creature and capture Chen Fei in one go.

“She’s there!” someone shouted.

They all looked up.

The scenery shifted. The desert landscape vanished, replaced by a dark, cold cave. Hanging from the ceiling was Bai Jing—but her form was horrifyingly mutated.

Her beautiful human face remained, but below the neck was the massive body of a spider, with eight razor-sharp limbs glinting like blades.

“Ghost-Faced Demon Spider! And it’s a transformed one!” Eight Ghosts’ heart sank. He had suspected something was wrong—but this exceeded all expectations.

He looked toward the room where Chen Fei had been staying. There, he saw a massive white cocoon.

He’s trapped!

Relieved, Eight Ghosts thought:

Good. Looks like the pursuit finally took its toll on Chen Fei.

Despite being the personal disciple of a great ancestor from Tianqing Sacred Land, Chen Fei’s strength was ultimately too weak. His reputation meant little here.

After days of intense pursuit, his energy must be thoroughly depleted—he would have no strength left to resist.

All they needed now was to kill this monstrous creature—and the Blood Fiend Formation would be theirs!

Eight Ghosts raised his head and glared at Bai Jing’s twisted form on the cave ceiling.

“You fools ruined my carefully prepared meal! Now, all of you will be punished!” Bai Jing roared.

Suddenly, a thin white thread appeared before the evil cultivators. Before they could react, it wrapped around one of them.

“Heaven’s Flame Burn!” the trapped man shouted, igniting his spiritual fire to burn the thread—but it had no effect.

A razor-sharp spike pierced through his skull, suspending his corpse in midair.

Blood streamed down his body as Bai Jing licked her lips, sighing with satisfaction.

“Ah, fresh blood really is the best.”

With a flick, she tossed the corpse into her mouth, devouring him in one gulp.

In a mere instant, a living man was consumed alive.

The horrifying sight made the others tremble.

“Filthy beast! Since you want death, I’ll gladly oblige!” Eight Ghosts shouted with fury. He raised a hand, releasing a cloud of ghostly spirits that flew toward Bai Jing.

But she only laughed maniacally.

Accompanying her laughter came a creepy rustling sound, as dozens of glowing green eyes appeared in the darkness. A chilling aura flooded the cave.

“Come, my darlings! Dinner is served!”

Her body vanished into the shadows.

Eight Ghosts’ face changed dramatically. Without hesitation, he leapt backward.

But spikes rained from above, piercing several evil cultivators. From the depths of the cave, a swarm of tiny venomous spiders poured forth.

They lunged at the evil cultivators and began to feast.

The scene was pure carnage.