Chapter 6 - It’s Not a Special Power, It’s a Death Warrant

Mu Zhe remained motionless. He did not even lift an eyebrow, and the flying sword instantly shattered into powder.

Dozens of white-clad swordsmen appeared out of nowhere, with a determination to die, charging towards Mu Zhe.

The black-clad men behind him shouted angrily, no longer restraining their auras, engaging in a battle with flying swords.

Fortunately, Floating Clouds and Past Memories was built with spiritual wood, otherwise a regular tavern would have collapsed with such an attack.

Wen Ruan’s scalp went numb from the surging demonic aura and the overwhelming sword light. She didn't even want the spirit stone anymore and turned around to run.

A sword energy flew past her face, overturning all the tables, chairs, and stools along the way. It blocked the entrance to the stairway perfectly.

Her: !!!

Isn’t fighting and brawling prohibited here?

Seeing that the way downstairs was blocked, she made a quick decision, rolled on the spot, and successfully blended into the crowd of observers.

The scene on the second floor was chaotic for a while, but everyone had seen such a scene before. Seeing that the group of white-clad swordsmen only targeted the black-clad men, they all let go of their worries, raising a barrier to protect the surroundings, so that the fighting here wouldn't affect others.

After all, these people weren't here to kill them, so they could watch the show at ease.

Moreover, they actually dared to act in Floating Clouds and Past Memories; things were probably not that simple.

With a still-frightened heart, Wen Ruan patted her chest. Now, only staying in the crowd could give her a sense of security.

In the midst of flashing blades and shadows, the young man stood tall, playing with the spirit stone in the palm of his hand, completely disregarding them.

At that moment, a wine jug flew out from the darkness.

—Apparently, someone was unhappy with his demonic identity and was causing trouble in secret.

Seeing the wine jug about to smash into the masked youth, a sudden force pushed Wen Ruan from behind. Her already weakened legs stumbled, and she fiercely rushed forward.

Coincidentally, she stood right in front of the young man.

Her: ???

With a loud "bang," the white porcelain wine jug painted with red plum blossoms smashed against the back of her head, brutally shattering into shards.

The surrounding noise paused for a moment, then became even more furious.

Many people whispered to each other.

"Who is that? Why did she rush out?"

"To actually block a hidden weapon for a demonic being, it's a disgrace to those on the righteous path!"

…

In a place unnoticed by anyone, the white-clad youth withdrew his hand that had pushed her and looked at the bewildered girl with a satisfied half-smile. He adjusted the jade flute at his waist and left with an air of composure.

The wine jug hitting Wen Ruan caused her vision to go black. She instinctively reached out to grab something beside her, but it slipped away.

After a brief pause, she realized that she was holding onto the corner of the young man's robe. He was looking down at her, his eyes devoid of sadness or joy.

Wen Ruan thought, “Damn, who just ambushed me!”

She gritted her teeth in anger and immediately wanted to return to the safe zone to settle the score with someone.

However, her legs were too weak, and her hands were trembling. She tried several times but couldn't get up from the ground.

Seeing the approaching danger of the battle, sweat broke out on her forehead. She reached out her hand to Mu Zhe.

"Excuse me, can you lend me a hand?"

Mu Zhe looked at the slender hand and didn't move.

She became annoyed, firmly grasped his hand, and angrily scolded, "How ungrateful! I took that hit for you just now!"

The two hands tightly intertwined, one warm and soft, the other cold as ice. In this intimate contact, warmth slowly spread to him as well.

Mu Zhe frowned, seemingly uncomfortable with such contact. He pulled her up from the ground and quickly let go of her hand.

She didn't have time to argue and quickly rolled back into the crowd, completely unaware that Mu Zhe's favorability in the system panel had gone from 0 to 1.

The system prompt also fell muted in silent mode.

In the midst of the battle, Mu Zhe stared at his hand, rubbing his suddenly throbbing temple. A hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

He moved like lightning, abruptly grabbing a white-clad swordsman who attempted to ambush him. In the terrified gaze of the opponent, he expressionlessly snapped his neck.

"Crack—"

Hot blood gushed out, and the man's head, like a ball, "plopped" off his neck, rolling to Wen Ruan's feet.

She locked eyes with the lifeless severed head for three seconds.

"Ugh—"

F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

Why does this person have a twisted obsession with decapitating people just like Mu Zhe?!

Or is this actually a prerequisite hobby for villains???

Witnessing this scene and thinking about the tasks assigned by the system, her heart turned cold.

Turns out, it's not a special power, but a death warrant.

The battle ended quickly.

The cultivation of the white-clad swordsmen was only at the level of the Golden Core, completely no match for the black-clad individuals. The bodies were scattered all over the place.

The bright red blood stained his fingertips, making them even more conspicuous against his originally pale and jade-like hand.

Mu Zhe held a piece of silk handkerchief and calmly wiped the sticky blood off his fingers. As if remembering something, his gaze scanned the crowd.

That audacious woman was nowhere to be seen.

A burly man resembling a small mountain stepped forward and inquired, "My Lord, shall we return to the Demon Realm?"

He withdrew his gaze, discarded the handkerchief, and touched the only spirit stone in his storage pouch. He spoke indifferently:

"Take some men to search for Penglai Continent. I need to go somewhere."

After both groups had left the scene, Floating Clouds and Past Memories went quiet.

The people present looked at each other, and in each other's eyes, they saw unanimous fear.

Just now, the appearance of that black-clothed youth, decapitating someone, was reminiscent of a legendary figure...

They shivered and scattered in a panic.

"The medicine has arrived, miss. Sorry for having kept you waiting, I specifically went to fetch it..." The boss rushed up from the first floor with loud footsteps. When he saw the corpses all over the floor, his expression changed.

He glanced at his nearly empty restaurant, and with a "bang," the medicine bottle in his hand shattered into powder.

He beckoned the worried-looking server and spoke through gritted teeth, "Calculate how many people haven't paid, then send someone to the Demon Realm to collect that debt."

The setting sun melted into gold, and the evening glow had climbed up the sky. Under the magnificent clouds, a blue-clad girl ran at full speed. She was so fast that a cloud of dust rose behind her.

Even her previously injured waist miraculously healed at this critical moment.

There were still shiny oil stains on Wen Ruan’s soft lips, coupled with her anxious expression, she resembled an unethical person trying to dine and dash.

Recalling the scene just now, she wished she could grow an extra pair of legs. Her state of mind plummeted to the bottom of the abyss.

"I can't do it, I really can't. It's too terrifying. I don't want to end up like him, with my neck twisted by the antagonist..." She cried.

Last time in the Demon Realm, she only smelled the scent of blood and didn't directly witness a murder scene. But this time, that severed head rolled directly to her feet.

His eyes were still wide open.

She came from the 21st century and grew up in the glory of a peaceful era. She had never personally witnessed such a scene of blood and carnage.

Even though she knew this was a world from a book, she couldn't remain indifferent.

It was too terrifying.

When 996 finally got unmuted, it completely forgot what it wanted to say.

"So you're actually so afraid of death?!"

She retorted without showing weakness, "Life only happens once, and we should cherish it!"

...What she said made a lot of sense.