TGCFNM -Chapter 274 Something’s Wrong—It’s a Trap

The elderly man who had struck earlier stepped forward, eyes filled with vicious intent. “Bai Zhuoxing, you still dare to show yourself?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Bai Zhuoxing toyed with the miniature arrow in his hand and looked toward Chu Ling. “I said I’d let you off once. Why are you still chasing after me?”

“I… cannot defy my master’s orders,” Chu Ling replied seriously.

Bai Zhuoxing let out a low chuckle, his gaze shifting alluringly. “Lying.”

“Be careful!” Bai Su suddenly shouted.

Chu Ling reacted almost instantly, shoving Wan Sanjin aside. The very moment she pushed him away, the miniature arrow was sent flying back. The sharp whistle of it cutting through the air rang by her ear before it grazed her sleeve and embedded itself into the wall.

Her expression remained calm and silent. She walked straight to the stone wall and forcefully pulled the arrow out.

Wan Sanjin looked horrified. “My lord!”

“You haven’t mastered your skills well enough,” Bai Zhuoxing laughed lightly.

Chu Ling pinched the miniature arrow and reloaded it, returning his smile. “It was a miscalculation that it didn’t poison you to death.”

The old man looked gravely at Xie Yubai. “Sect Master Xie, what are you waiting for?”

Bai Zhuoxing smiled faintly. “Naturally, he’s waiting for me to finish telling him the most important matter. Otherwise, if I leave, he’ll never know.”

Bai Su patted Chu Ling’s shoulder. “We can’t wait any longer. We absolutely cannot let him escape again. Tell the truth outright—only if everyone joins forces to besiege him will there be hope.”

If this man escaped again, there would not be such a good opportunity next time.

Chu Ling turned to look at Gui Wushuang. “You must have noticed something wrong with your body lately. Just like Miss Guo, the Blood Gu inside you has reached maturity. Next, once the Blood Gu is extracted from your body, someone will be able to leap into invincibility.”

“As the vessel of the Blood Gu, thirsting for blood and craving blood are instincts. Everything you’ve done has merely been to nourish and raise this Blood Gu. Once it matures and awakens, you’ll completely become a puppet, obeying Bai Zhuoxing’s every command.”

Gui Wushuang’s face darkened as he stared at Chu Ling, his voice squeezed out between clenched teeth. “I know.”

Chu Ling frowned at him. “Even my medicine can no longer save you.”

Yuan Luo couldn’t help stepping forward. “Why can’t he be saved?”

Bai Zhuoxing looked at Yuan Luo, a gentle smile at the corner of his lips. “Because when his mother was pregnant with him, she was already my vessel. A vessel is nothing more than a lifeless object—why bother saving it?”

Yuan Luo’s face instantly turned pale as he stared blankly at Bai Zhuoxing. “You… how can you call a person a vessel—a lifeless object?”

Bai Zhuoxing threw his head back and laughed, seemingly amused by Yuan Luo’s innocence and the shocked expressions around him. Soon, however, he composed himself and looked again at Chu Ling.

“Guess why Sect Master Xie has yet to make a move. And guess why some people are still watching from the sidelines.”

“Facing a scum like me, what is there left to hesitate about?”

Chu Ling swept a cold gaze over everyone. “What else could it be? Profit.”

Xie Yubai couldn’t help frowning and turned his face away—he did indeed have selfish motives.

Bai Zhuoxing gave a soft hum, looking at Chu Ling with approval. “My dear younger sister was interesting, to have taught a disciple like you. But still—you’re lying.”

Chu Ling raised her wrist and stared at him coldly. “So what if I’m lying? At least I don’t raise insects with human lives.”

Bai Zhuoxing clapped his hands, an eerie smile spreading across his face. “I said that if there was another time, I would kill you. But now I regret it. I think I’ll keep you around a little longer—for my amusement.”

Ghost Scholar suddenly said, “Doesn’t Bai Zhuoxing look a bit too young? He looks more like Gui Wushuang’s elder brother, not a father twenty-five years older.”

Bai Su frowned. “The Wu Clan shouldn’t have any method for preserving one’s youth…”

“The Divine Maiden does not age,” Ling Da suddenly said.

“The Divine Maiden? Besides the Witch God, there’s also a Divine Maiden?” Bai Su spoke as she suddenly clenched her teeth and grabbed Ling Da. “How much have you been hiding?”

Ling Da stared in shock. “That’s a secret of my clan. How could I just say it?”

Bai Su glared at him fiercely, killing intent flashing in her eyes.

Ling Da shrank his neck and obediently confessed, “Actually, the Witch God governs the entire clan. But the Divine Maiden is the one who raises the divine insects. She has an Insect King, which she buries into her own body. That way, she does not age.”

A spark flashed through Chu Ling’s mind. She tilted her head slightly, pretending to look aside, but in truth she was looking at Bai Su, silently mouthing: Senior Sister.

Insect King? Blood Gu!

They were the same thing!

Bai Su froze, slowly releasing her grip on Ling Da. She looked at Chu Ling. “My senior sister was also a vessel. He has already obtained an Insect King by feeding it with blood, so he does not age… And Gui Wushuang is the second.”

“He wants immortality?”

Ling Da hesitated before speaking softly, “When the Witch God dies of old age, a new one is chosen. But the Divine Maiden—the one bestowed with the divine insect—because pure and clean blood flows within her body, does not grow old or die.”

Chu Ling gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, “What ‘does not grow old or die’? Didn’t she still die in an avalanche?”

This couldn’t continue. Bai Zhuoxing had to be killed first, then Gui Wushuang. Otherwise, the entire Great Zhou would be in danger.

“Sect Master Xie, compared to the whole of Great Zhou, is your personal desire more important, or the lives of the common people? Today he raises Gu with human lives. Tomorrow he could create a pit of ten thousand corpses just to feed his insects!” Chu Ling rebuked coldly.

Xie Yubai seemed to make up his mind. Holding his sword, he said, “Everyone, strike with me. This man must die!”

“Must die?” Bai Zhuoxing’s smile slowly widened, growing more smug and excited. “I can grant immortality. Mei Zhongxue’s body is deteriorating day by day—he will die as well. And when he does, will your Heavenly Sword Sect still be able to sit firmly in its position as leader of the martial world?”

“And you all!” Bai Zhuoxing pointed around at the crowd. “Is there anyone here who doesn’t desire immortality? Looking at this face of mine, haven’t your hearts already begun to waver?”

The old man stood firmly by Xie Yubai’s side. “This old man indeed doesn’t want the Heavenly Sword Sect to dominate alone. But Bai Zhuoxing, you must die! I’m not so selfish as to gamble with the lives of the people under heaven!”

But aside from the old man, the others gradually began to waver. Some even walked straight toward Bai Zhuoxing.

Where there was one, there was a second. Slowly, more and more people gathered at Bai Zhuoxing’s side.

It was immortality, after all. Who wouldn’t want it?

Ling Da poked Chu Ling. “Snow Ghost, the Divine Maiden suffers terribly one day every month—so much that she seems to wish she could kill herself. But if she endures it, she really can live for a very long time.”

Chu Ling suddenly curled her lips into a smile. That made sense—how could something have only benefits and no cost? Even immortality required a price. That so-called suffering was likely the backlash of the Blood Gu.

Chu Ling stepped forward, about to speak, when Wan Sanjin said with an ugly expression, “This villain has the face of a beauty, but a vicious heart—and he talks too much.”

Chu Ling halted mid-step.

That’s right. Bai Zhuoxing usually acted directly. Why was he talking so much today? Even if he was trying to incite the crowd, there was no need to waste this many words.

No… something’s wrong.