Game Cultivation World: I'm really playing games

When Zhang Jue saw this scene, the smile on his face froze instantly, as if he had been slapped hard in the face. His eyes were full of shock and fear. He had never imagined that this seemingly ordinary white wolf would have such a shocking true face.

"This... How is this possible..." He muttered to himself, like a puppet that had lost its soul, and could hardly hold the weapon in his hand.

Taoist Taiping also frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. Having lived for so long, he had seen all kinds of storms.

He snorted coldly, like thunder in the cold winter, and said, "Hmph, even if you are a real dragon, you will not have an easy time if you meet me today!"

After saying this, Taoist Taiping clasped his hands together, chanted some magic words, and suddenly a black light appeared around his body, like a dark vortex, and powerful energy gathered in his hands.

He took the lead and waved his hands. The black light formed two nimble dragons, rushing towards Xiaobai rapidly. Wherever they passed, the space was torn apart, making a "sizzling" sound, as if the void was wailing.

Seeing this, Xiaobai was not in a hurry. There was a hint of sarcasm in his huge eyes, as if he was laughing at the Taoist Taiping's arrogance.

It opened its mouth slightly and spewed out a golden flame, like the wrath of the sun god, extremely hot, which instantly devoured the two black dragons without leaving even a trace of residue.

“This… how could this be…” Taoist Taiping opened his eyes wide, his face full of astonishment, as if he had seen some unparalleled monster.

Xiaobai did not give him a chance to breathe. His figure flashed, as if teleporting, and he instantly appeared in front of the Taoist Taiping. A huge claw came down at the Taoist Taiping with a whistling sound, like a mountain pressing down on his head.

Taoist Taiping could only raise his arms to block in a hurry. With a loud "bang", like a meteorite hitting the earth, he was knocked away, knocking down a group of trees, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Master!" Zhang Jue was horrified when he saw this, as if he had lost his backbone.

Xiaobai did not stop. It raised its head again and let out a roar, like a king's declaration.

The golden light around it grew increasingly dazzling, as if to illuminate the entire darkness. It flew towards the Taoist priest of Taiping, and the blast of air it created created a small storm, knocking all the surrounding enemies to the ground.

Taoist Taiping struggled to stand up, his eyes full of unwillingness and determination. He made hand gestures again, trying to cast a more powerful spell.

However, Xiaobai's speed was too fast, and before he could finish, Xiaobai's claws had already grabbed him again.

This time, Taoist Taiping was unable to dodge and was left with a deep wound on his chest by Xiaobai's claws, as if torn open by a sharp blade. Blood gushed out, staining his sunset red.

"You... what realm are you in..." Taoist Taiping was dying, like a candle in the wind, and he trembled as he said this.

Xiaobai ignored him and opened his bloody mouth as if he wanted to swallow all the evil in the world into his stomach, and swallowed Taiping Taoist in one gulp.

In an instant, a strong light flashed, and the Taoist priest Taiping disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared in this world.

Zhang Jue was completely stunned, as if his soul had been sucked out. He collapsed to the ground, staring ahead with empty eyes, as if the end of the world had come.

Xue Tianhan and others looked at the majestic Xiaobai with admiration and joy in their eyes. They knew that the crisis had finally been resolved.

"Well done, I knew you were no ordinary person." Xue Tianhan clapped his hands and cheered.

"Master, when did you know this?" Xiaobai asked with curiosity glittering in his eyes.

"Yes, Tianhan, how did you find out that Xiaobai was hiding his strength?" Xiaoqi also came forward with a curious look on his face.

"I knew it the moment Xiaobai came here. I just dropped a realm, but the soul level I cultivated before didn't drop." Xue Tianhan explained patiently.

"From what you said, sir, your soul level is very high now?" Hu Meiniang couldn't help but ask.

"That's right, are you still at the soul level of the middle stage of fusion?" Xiao Qi widened his eyes, his face full of surprise.

"Guess." Xue Tianhan smiled mysteriously. He had not been idle for the past hundred years. There were limits on the realm of cultivation, but there were no limits on the level of the soul. He had no standard for his current soul level. He only knew that his soul level was very, very high.

"No need to guess, just tell me or not." Xiao Qi pretended to be angry.

"Hey, tell me, tell me, but I don't know what level my soul is at now. I only know that I can see through the realm of that Taoist Taiping just now." Xue Tianhan said truthfully.

"Oh, Xiaobai, you can see through Tianhan's soul level, right?"

"I can't see through it. The master is covered by a huge aura of luck." Xiaobai shook his head and responded truthfully.

"Forget it, what should we do with this horn?" Xiao Qi changed the subject.

"Bring him back alive, he might be useful later."

After being captured alive by Xue Tianhan and his companions, Zhang Jue was initially imprisoned in a secret dungeon. The dungeon was dark and damp, filled with a foul odor. Zhang Jue, disheveled, huddled in a corner, his eyes sometimes glazed over, sometimes gleaming with resentment.

Xue Tianhan and others did not make things too difficult for him. They just sent a few guards to watch over him and occasionally sent him some food.

One day, Xiao Qi came to deliver food. Seeing Zhang Jiao's miserable appearance, he could not help but sneer, "You have come to this day. If you hadn't stirred up trouble with that Taoist Taiping, you wouldn't have ended up like this."

Zhang Jue suddenly raised his head, his eyes red, and roared, "The victor is the king, the loser is the bandit. Today I fall into your hands. You can kill me or chop me up as you please!"

Xiao Qi put the food down heavily and said with a curled lip, "You are still being stubborn now. I spared your life because I am kindhearted. I might be able to pry some secrets of the Yellow Turban Sect out of you later."

A few days later, inside Tianfeng Pavilion, a woman in a red robe, with a beautiful face but a ruthless aura, sat at the main seat, with several trusted aides standing respectfully below.

"We can't let Xue Tianhan and the others keep holding Zhang Jiao like this. We have to think of a way." Feng Yi's voice was low, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, revealing a sense of ruthlessness.

"Master, what do you think?" The thin man in black robe asked in a low voice with a flattering look on his face.

Feng Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Send a few experts to sneak into Xue Tianhan's territory and assassinate Zhang Jiao. Make sure it is done cleanly and efficiently.

As long as Zhang Jue dies, the Yellow Turbans will definitely think it was Xue Tianhan's murderous act. Then they'll fight to the death, and we'll just sit back and reap the benefits."

That night, dark clouds obscured the moon, and several shadowy figures moved around Xue Tianhan's residence like ghosts. Their nimble figures dodged the heavy guards and quietly moved towards the dungeon.

In the shadows of the dungeon, Zhang Jue felt a sense of foreboding and tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, a faint sound pierced the silence, and he immediately became alert and clenched his fists.

The leader of the assassins appeared in front of the prison door as fast as a shadow, and the sharp blade in his hand easily cut through the chain.

Just as Zhang Jue was about to call for help, the assassin moved swiftly and threw a poison dart. Zhang Jue was unable to dodge and was hit in the shoulder, causing a numbness to spread rapidly.

"Who are you?" Zhang Jue asked in a hoarse voice, trying to support his body.

The assassin sneered, "We are here to see you off on your final journey. On your way to the underworld, don't blame us, only your own lack of strength."

After saying that, they rushed forward with sharp blades in hand.

Although Zhang Jiao fought hard, he was poisoned and his cultivation was sealed by Xiaobai. He instantly had several wounds on his body and his clothes were stained with blood.

At the last moment of his life, he used up his last bit of strength, tore off a piece of his clothes and hid it in the crack in the corner of the wall. There seemed to be something written there.

Then, he fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes wide open, full of unwillingness.

After the assassins confirmed that Zhang Jue was dead, they quickly evacuated.

On the second day, Xue Tianhan and others were furious when they learned that Zhang Jiao was dead.

"What's going on? What are the dungeon guards doing?" Xue Tianhan was furious, and Xiao Qi and others also looked annoyed.

At this time, the Yellow Turbans also received the news. Everyone in the sect was filled with grief and anger, and clamored to avenge Zhang Jue, believing that it was Xue Tianhan who was responsible.

Inside the Yellow Turban Sect, a group of followers gathered in the main hall, all with furious expressions. One of them, a Dharma protector, slammed the table and roared, "The leader has been so kind to us, yet now he's been murdered by Xue Tianhan. How can we live in this world without revenge?"

Everyone responded, their cheers resounding. At this moment, a calmer elder stepped forward, frowning and saying, "Everyone, please be patient. We haven't yet ascertained the truth of this matter, so we shouldn't act rashly."

Upon hearing this, the guardian's eyes widened and he refuted, "What else is there to investigate? The leader was captured alive by Xue Tianhan, and now he's dead. Who else could it be but him? I'll lead my men to attack Xue Tianhan's mountain gate and seek justice for the leader!"

After saying that, he turned around and went out to gather people.

The elder hurriedly tried to stop them, saying, "I know you're angry, but Xue Tianhan's strength shouldn't be underestimated. If we go in without putting in any effort, we'll be playing into their hands and losing our lives in vain. The most urgent thing is to send someone to investigate secretly to see if there's anything else going on."

Meanwhile, Xue Tianhan and the others were also fully investigating Zhang Jiao's death. Xiao Qi scratched his head, distressed, "Tianhan, this is incredibly suspicious. The dungeon is heavily guarded, how could someone easily sneak in and kill Zhang Jiao?"

Xue Tianhan's eyes were deep, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "There must be someone behind this, deliberately provoking a conflict between us and the Yellow Turbans. We must find the real culprit as soon as possible, otherwise this turmoil in the martial arts world will be difficult to quell."

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, some rumors suddenly spread in the martial arts world, saying that Xue Tianhan captured Zhang Jiao alive and was afraid that he would reveal secrets that would be detrimental to him, so he killed him to silence him.

These rumors spread more and more, adding fuel to the fire, making the conflict between the Yellow Turban Sect and Xue Tianhan's faction even more acute. A greater bloody storm was quietly brewing in the martial arts world...

And the thing written by Zhang Jiao with the corner of his clothes hidden in the crack in the corner of the wall seemed to be the key to unlocking the conspiracy, quietly waiting to be discovered.

A few days later, the spy sent by Xue Tianhan finally got a response, saying that he had discovered several suspicious people from Tianfeng Pavilion frequently entering and leaving the vicinity of Xue Tianhan's mansion on the night of the incident.

When Hu Meiniang heard this, her eyes widened: "Sir, it seems that this Tianfeng Pavilion is responsible!"

Xue Tianhan nodded slightly, his face gloomy. "Humph, they have a good plan. They want to reap the benefits while we are still fishermen. We can't let them do what they want."