WBICDPH Chapter 8 Part 2

But apparently, leaving this fool unwatched for even a moment was a mistake.

Xiao Lanqi didn’t need to use spiritual perception. The frantic howls alone told him there were many beasts—likely every demon beast in the entire trial realm.

What he couldn’t understand was how Lin Jin had managed this.

The kid’s cultivation was nothing special—but his talent for causing disasters was unmatched.

Grinding his teeth, Xiao Lanqi stepped to the cave entrance. Sure enough, he saw an endless sea of beasts—and Lin Jin limping desperately toward the cave.

Limping?

Xiao Lanqi’s heart lurched. Lin Jin’s leg was smeared with blood.

The wind carried the spiritually saturated scent straight to his nose. Even Xiao Lanqi had to suppress himself—no wonder the low-level beasts were going insane.

Wooden spikes continued erupting from the ground. Lin Jin barely avoided them each time, but stumbling and dodging like this, he was far slower than the beasts.

Sure enough, Xiao Lanqi soon spotted a small black figure weaving through the spikes.

Fast.

In a few bounds, it nearly caught Lin Jin. Using the spikes as leverage, it lunged—claws aimed straight for the back of his neck.

A second-rank Shadow Silver Cat?

Xiao Lanqi narrowed his eyes. A cold teal light flashed within them.

An ancient, formless pressure exploded outward, spanning a hundred miles.

The Shadow Silver Cat froze mid-attack. The wooden spikes halted. The distant beast tide cried out in agony.

Lin Jin seized that brief moment to escape the cat’s claws. Once he crossed into the cave, the restriction Xiao Lanqi had placed would cut off his scent entirely.

But just as he was about to step inside—

Xiao Lanqi watched in horror as Lin Jin tripped over his own feet and face-planted spectacularly on flat ground.

That fall wouldn’t have mattered—even breaking his legs wouldn’t affect the taste.

The problem was that he tore open the wound.

Blood smeared across the ground, and the scent exploded outward. The beasts—previously suppressed—went completely berserk, charging forward despite the pressure.

You absolute idiot!

Did you do that on purpose?!

Lin Jin scrambled up and barely made it into the restriction, but it was too late. The beasts’ eyes were bloodshot, saliva pouring from their mouths, utterly crazed.

At this point, blocking scent alone wouldn’t stop them.

And the restriction wasn’t fully formed. Forcing it might—

Thousands of beasts surged toward the cave. The Shadow Silver Cat bared its fangs at the front.

You insects dare covet what is mine?

Xiao Lanqi stepped back, eyes blazing. Teal-black demonic patterns spread from his feet across the mountain walls, surging to the cave entrance and igniting into ferocious flames that incinerated every foolish creature that dared approach.

The formation was complete.

Inside the cave, Lin Jin finally realized something was wrong.

He’d known the beast tide was coming from the west—but he hadn’t realized it was coming for him.

Even he wasn’t that stupid.

Dragging his injured leg into the cave, Lin Jin saw the strange cat about to pounce. With no other options, he curled up on the ground, clutching his wooden basin over himself.

Any protection was better than none.

But instead of claws, he heard a dull thump—as if something heavy had been tossed into the basin.

He peeked out.

The cave entrance was sealed by a wall of teal flames. The beast tide crashed into it like moths into a fire, reduced to ash in an instant.

And yet the beasts behind them charged forward just as madly, as if possessed.

Lin Jin stood there in shock—until something else fell toward him.

He instinctively raised the basin again.

Clatter, clatter, clatter.

Like a sudden rainstorm.

Reaching inside, Lin Jin felt around—and pulled out several warm beads.

“…Huh?”

Elsewhere, the elders of Qingyu Platform were just as confused.

They had watched Lin Jin’s chase through the spirit mirror. Just as he reached the cave with the beast tide close behind, the image abruptly cut to black.

Not just his—every disciple’s image vanished. Even their spiritual signatures disappeared.

“What’s going on?! Is it the beast tide? But how could a change in one realm affect everyone?”

“Demonic markings—it’s a demonic restriction! There really was a demonic cultivator last night, and they infiltrated the trial realm!”

“If demonic cultivators are present, all disciples are in danger. The rule against interference no longer applies—Senior Brother, break the realm and rescue them!”

“Yes! Break it now! My disciple—my once-in-a-century formation genius!”

“Bullshit! He’s a beast tamer! A beast tamer!!”

“Enough! Can you argue after this kid survives?! He’s facing thousands of beasts in the玄境, hid in a tiny cave, and now it’s too late—he’s probably already—”

Jiang Lou cut himself off mid-sentence.

Because in the scoring array beside the spirit mirror, the name that had been sitting calmly at the very bottom suddenly began to skyrocket upward.

Ones… tens… hundreds…

The numbers behind Lin Jin’s name jumped faster than the eye could follow, shooting from zero straight to first place—crushing Hua Nanzhi’s previously untouchable lead.

And it didn’t stop.

In just a few breaths, his score soared into the thousands.

Clack.

Liu Xun’s fan slipped from her hand and hit the floor.

Every elder stared at the scoring array with the same blank expression.

This rate of demon core harvesting…

Was he scooping them up with a basin?