WBICDPH Chapter 9 Part 2

“Do you not like raw food?”

Seeing no reaction after waving the bird around for so long, Lin Jin reached that conclusion.

But he had no tools to start a fire. After thinking for a while, inspiration struck.

“Oh! Kid—how about you spit out some of that green ghost fire again? I’ll make you a roasted bird!”

What…?

What fire?

Say that again?

Xiao Lanqi nearly choked.

That was the Taowu bloodline inheritance—the Collapsing Cloud Azure Flame that could burn all things and sear souls!

You call it green ghost fire? And you want me to use it to barbecue a bird?!

He’d had enough. He was going to kill Lin Jin on the spot.

Lin Jin, completely oblivious to the murderous intent in the puppy’s eyes, held up a dry branch, eagerly waiting for him to breathe fire again. Thinking the little mutt might not understand human speech, Lin Jin tried his best to act it out:

“Like this—breathe fire! The move you used earlier—whoosh! Crash! Crackle crackle! Shoo shoo shoo—”

He even added sound effects, hoping Qiuqiu would get it. But his animated performance froze halfway through.

Because he suddenly heard footsteps outside the cave.

Qiuqiu clearly noticed as well. He narrowed his eyes slightly toward the entrance. Lin Jin paused, then followed his gaze and turned around.

In this first tier of the Mystic Realm, aside from him, there were only Han Ao and Hua Nanzhi. Lin Jin had assumed it was one of them, drawn by the disturbance—but when a shadow flickered and a head peeked out from behind the rock wall, it turned out to be another familiar face.

“Shen Bing?”

Lin Jin froze, then took a step forward.

“What are you doing here?”

He clearly remembered that Shen Bing was only at the sixth stage of Qi Refinement. He should have entered the Yellow Realm, the second tier. The trial realms weren’t interconnected—so how did he get here?

That thought put Lin Jin on guard. He stopped advancing.

Shen Bing, however, walked in on his own and explained as he went,

“A demonic sigil restriction suddenly severed all connections within the realm. The elders outside forcibly broke in to rescue people, and the internal order collapsed as a result. I sensed the center of the disturbance was here in the first tier of the Mystic Realm. Worried about Young Master Lin’s safety, I came to take a look.”

“Oh…”

The explanation sounded reasonable enough, though something still felt off.

“Well… that’s really nice of you.”

His relationship with Shen Bing wasn’t close—just traveling together briefly and exchanging a few words. Lin Jin knew Shen Bing wanted to befriend him, but would he really risk his own safety during chaos and barge into a higher-tier trial realm just for him?

As that thought connected with the phrase “demonic sigil restriction,” Lin Jin instinctively took a few steps back.

“You really didn’t have to come find me. I’ve got Qiuqiu—I can stay here and wait for the elders to rescue me.”

“Is that so?” Shen Bing raised an eyebrow, his tone sinking.
“But the demonic sigil restriction in the trial realm clearly comes from… that dog beside you.”

What?

Lin Jin felt confused and subconsciously turned to look at Qiuqiu.

But in that instant of distraction, he caught Shen Bing lifting his hand from the corner of his eye. Blue-black spiritual energy gathered like a gusting wind, condensing into a strike that shot straight toward him!

The attack moved with the speed of wind, reaching his face in the blink of an eye.

Lin Jin knew he couldn’t dodge it. Instinctively, he raised an arm to block—but before the blue-black energy reached him, a heavy blow struck from behind, slamming into the back of his neck.

It was like getting blindsided by a basketball on the street. His vision went black as his body flew uncontrollably forward.

He sailed like a weightless rag doll, crashed into the rock wall, then slid down the side, kicking up a cloud of dust before going completely still.

The culprit, Xiao Lanqi, landed steadily. He glanced at the man face-down on the ground, confirmed he was unconscious, then narrowed his eyes and slowly turned his gaze toward the newcomer.

Flames ignited beneath his feet. Black mist intertwined with blinding blue-green fire, gradually enveloping his small body.

Within the mist, a shadow grew as the flames flickered. At a certain moment, an invisible shockwave burst outward, bearing the majesty of a king. It crushed the demonic aura and the Collapsing Cloud Azure Flame alike, forcing them into submission.

From the heart of the fire, a man slowly rose.

He was extraordinarily tall—over nine chi—with a bare upper body of tightly defined muscle. Strange demonic totems were inked along both arms.

Long black hair spilled down his back in loose waves, threaded with several thin braids that fell over his chest.

A dramatic silver earring hung from his left ear. His features were sharp and bold, carrying a wicked, exotic allure. His eyes burned a striking blue-green; his pupils were not round like a human’s, but slightly pointed.

“Trash,” Xiao Lanqi sneered, baring the sharp fangs at the corners of his lips.
“Who gave you the nerve to act out in front of me?”

He narrowed his eyes. When he spoke again, the smile faded and his voice turned cold.

“…You’re courting death.”