Chapter 185
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Chapter 185: The Stabbed Huameng
"The death omen star shines? Interesting, too interesting. Hahaha, I’m waiting."
After trading threats, the two did not continue fighting.
This city served as a trial ground—not some safe empty arena, but a deadly zone where the Strange Army at Night marched and strange revival occurred.
In This Place, humans became mere prey. Evil ghosts, spirits, demons, and evil entities ruled as true masters.
After Mu Lin killed an ordinary evil spirit, a corpse monster came.
Soon after the corpse monster perished, even stronger horrors came rushing.
Sensing the danger, Mu Lin immediately took Yan Yunyu’s group underground.
Meanwhile, Huameng disappeared into thin air.
The paper crane Mu Lin left behind witnessed this, making him narrow his eyes.
"Invisibility? No—it can’t be that simple. Otherwise she couldn’t have crept behind me unnoticed."
"Even in my weakened state, ordinary people couldn’t approach… She must have presence-concealing abilities like Chu Lingluo."
…
After being separated for about a tea’s time, Huameng appeared inside a house. Upon entering, a gentle voice greeted her:
"You’re late, Miss Huameng. Trouble along the way?"
She turned to see a deceptively kind-faced man.
Huameng showed no courtesy, retorting flatly: "Hypocrite. Wipe that fake smile off before I crush it… along with your skull."
"How unfair! My concern is genuine."
Despite saying this, Yan Zhanpeng dropped his pleasant expression.
An irritated voice cut through the room:
"Enough! We’ve wasted enough time already!"
The speaker was a plain-looking youth—Chu Hongxuan of Yuhu Academy.
Yan Zhanpeng, Chu Hongxuan, Yuance, second-ranked Huameng and her brother—all Yuhu Academy elites—crowded the small room.
Though their meeting held great importance, Huameng ignored Chu Hongxuan’s impatience:
"Heehee, don’t you want to know why I’m late?"
"Don’t care."
"But I want to tell~"
Crack!
Huameng’s saccharine provocation made Chu Hongxuan’s fists clench. Her mocking attitude clearly extended to everyone present.
Unintimidated, Chu Hongxuan growled:
"Want to settle this here?"
To everyone’s surprise, Huameng nodded earnestly:
"That’s a clever idea."
But almost immediately, she shook her head and sighed, "Pity. I’ve got fresh prey now, and you don’t interest me at the moment."
Noticing the discontent spreading across the room—not just from Chu Hongxuan but nearly everyone—Huameng chuckled. "Settle down, my obedient hounds. This isn’t idle mischief. What I’m about to share concerns Yuhu Academy itself."
"I crossed paths with Mu Lin."
At these words, Yuance, Lin Qi, and Flower Xingyu tensed visibly.
The others merely looked bewildered, unable to fathom how some nobody could impact their prestigious academy.
Chu Hongxuan snorted, "Mu Lin? The gutter rat who soiled my cousin Lingluo’s reputation? I planned to teach him manners myself, but he’s insignificant compared to Yuhu Academy."
"Soiled?" Huameng’s laughter tinkled. "How amusing that your Chu family dismisses a Spirit Pool cultivator who crushed a Spirit Sea opponent. Such lofty standards!"
"???"
"Spirit Pool defeating Spirit Sea? You’re certain?"
Chu Hongxuan and Yan Zhanpeng leaned forward, their cocky grins fading. Though proud of their own cross-realm combat skills, they knew such feats required noble blood and endless resources—advantages Mu Lin’s cold clan’s disciple status denied him.
Huameng shivered with perverse delight under their scrutiny. "I saw it myself. When we parted, Brother Mu Lin begged to play grown-up games with me. I wonder what delicious torments he’s planning…"
The men exchanged disgusted glances as Huameng clasped her flushed cheeks. None envied Mu Lin now.
"Poor fool’s cursed himself catching her eye."
"She never kills quickly. Like a cat with mice…"
"I’d rather duel Blood Cherry than endure Huameng’s ‘games’."
While the room wrote Mu Lin’s obituary in their minds, Huameng suddenly stiffened.
"Who’s there?!"
Weapons whispered from scabbards as hardened cultivators scanned the chamber. Despite hating Huameng’s venomous tongue, none doubted her survival instincts. Yet their frantic searches revealed nothing.
Yan Zhanpeng scowled. "False alarm, Huameng?"
"You lying bastard!" Chu Hongxuan growled.
Huameng ignored them, sweat beading her brow as the invisible threat loomed closer. She vanished—not mere invisibility, but complete erasure from reality’s fabric.
Too late.
A wet thunk echoed in her skull—nails piercing flesh. Huameng materialized screaming, clutching her bloodied chest as her cultivation base fluctuated wildly.
"Evil spirits!" someone shouted.
Blades glowed as the group formed defensive circles, never suspecting the humble Mu Lin. Only Huameng, wheezing through clenched teeth, noticed the mocking precision—another heart strike, mirroring her own favorite tactic.
