My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The night was as dark as ink, and thick clouds obscured the stars and moon.

In the backyard of the secluded inn, all was quiet except for the occasional low chirping of autumn insects.

In the dark alley outside the inn.

Eighteen ghostly black figures were moving silently along the base of the wall.

They were dressed in night clothes, with black headscarves wrapped around their bald heads, and held dark-colored daggers coated with deadly poison that could kill instantly.

These people were none other than the most feared and dreaded martial monks of the Bodhidharma Institute of Cibei Temple.

They practice "silent meditation" year-round.

Without speaking or communicating, they suppress all their energy and spirit within their bodies in order to unleash a terrifying burst of power far exceeding that of cultivators of the same level.

Similarly, because they have remained silent for many years, their breathing and heartbeat have been suppressed to the lowest possible level.

Like a real dead person, he blended perfectly into the night.

The leader of the monks was codenamed "Zen Void".

He possessed the cultivation level of the late Foundation Establishment stage, and his eyes gleamed with a ghostly light in the darkness, like those of a hungry wolf.

Juekong made a hand gesture.

The eighteen people scattered instantly, like geckos, silently climbing up the walls of the inn.

Their goal is clear.

Second floor, room number 1 (天子号).

The little girl who carries a spatial magic item and distributes spiritual fruits everywhere lives there.

Juekong felt no pity whatsoever.

The abbot's order was to eliminate all traces of the problem, and not even the cat should be spared.

To these killing machines, killing a five-year-old child is no different from stepping on an ant.

A night breeze blew by.

Juekong was the first to climb up to the wooden corridor on the second floor of the inn.

He was about to wave his hand to signal his men to surround the guest room.

Sudden.

His movements froze.

By the faint moonlight peeking through the clouds.

Jue Kong saw it on the eaves at the end of the second-floor corridor.

A woman sat quietly.

A woman wearing a snow-white long dress, whose beauty was breathtaking.

She had a cascade of long, silver hair that danced gently in the night breeze.

What's most captivating are her fluffy white cat ears and her long, slender cat tail swaying lazily behind her.

Bai Yaoyao sat on the roof ridge, her two fair and slender legs dangling in mid-air, swaying gently.

Her cat-like eyes shone with different colors, one gold and one silver.

At this moment, he was looking down at the eighteen uninvited guests with a hint of mockery, a half-smile on his face.

"In the middle of the night, he was carrying such a foul-smelling murderous aura."

Bai Yaoyao's red lips parted slightly, her voice ethereal and languid.

"If I wake up the Master from his sleep, I'll have a real headache."

Jue Kong's heart sank suddenly.

When did this woman sit there?

None of the eighteen monks, all skilled in assassination, detected her presence!

Without the slightest hesitation.

Jue Kong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the black ring-shaped knife in his hand cut a silent, deadly streak across the night sky, heading straight for Bai Yaoyao's throat.

Now that we've been discovered, let's kill this cat demon first!

With the movement of Juekong.

The remaining seventeen monks also rushed towards the roof from all directions like arrows released from a bow.

Eighteen poisoned knives, interwoven into an impenetrable web of death.

Faced with such a fierce offensive.

Bai Yaoyao didn't even intend to use weapons.

She simply sighed softly.

Then, her slender, supple waist bent backwards in mid-air in a strange manner.

"Whoosh!"

Jue Kong's poisoned blade grazed almost the tip of Bai Yaoyao's nose.

Bai Yaoyao did not retreat.

Instead, with a light touch of the toes in mid-air, the whole person was like a weightless white feather.

Instead of retreating, they advanced, charging directly into the sky filled with the light of countless blades.

Her movements perfectly exemplified what it means to have the top agility of a feline.

Surrounded by eighteen monks, she transformed into layers upon layers of white phantoms.

He dodged to the left, avoiding three monk's knives.

With a quick movement to the right, he precisely landed on the back of a monk's sword, using the momentum to propel himself into the air.

The combined attack formations that those martial monks were so proud of couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes.

Instead, they were left dizzy and disoriented by her light and elusive movements.

"It's too slow."

"The strength is also far inferior."

Bai Yaoyao weaved through the clash of swords and shadows, even having the leisure to offer her commentary.

The air was so thick it made one's eyes widen in horror.

He forcefully activated the true energy within his body, preparing to unleash the Cibei Temple's secret technique in a desperate attempt to save his life.

Just then.

Bai Yaoyao, who was in mid-air, suddenly stopped.

She landed steadily on the top of an old locust tree in the yard.

Those heterochromatic cat eyes suddenly burst forth with two dazzling silver-gold lights in the darkness.

"I'm not playing with you guys anymore."

Bai Yaoyao's lips curled into a bewitching smile.

"Nine Lives Illusion, open."

A faint pink mist suddenly spread across the backyard of the inn.

The mist had no smell, yet it enveloped the eighteen monks in an instant.

Jue Kong felt a moment of dizziness before his eyes.

When he came to his senses again, the white-clad cat demon on the treetop had disappeared.

Instead.

It was that unfathomable young man in blue robes, who was charging toward him with a long sword in hand and a murderous look on his face!

"kill!"

Jue Kong was burning with rage. He was a death knight who had vowed to remain silent, so how could he possibly back down?

Without hesitation, he brandished his monk's knife and slashed fiercely at the "young man in blue."

"clang!"

Swords clashed, sparks flew.

Jue Kong felt the opponent's strength was immense, so much so that his tiger's mouth went numb.

He swung his knife backhand and slashed a bloody gash across the other man's shoulder.

The young man in blue was not to be outdone, and kicked Jue Kong in the chest, sending him staggering backward.

Not just absolute emptiness.

The remaining seventeen monks in the courtyard were all trapped in the same illusion.

In their eyes.

They were surrounded by enemies who wanted to take their lives.

There was that white-clad cat demon, that young man in blue, and even magical artifacts flying everywhere.

then.

An extremely comical yet brutally brutal fight unfolded in the backyard of the inn.

Because they practiced silent meditation, these monks could remain silent even when injured or in excruciating pain.

And it will absolutely not make the slightest sound.

The only sounds in the courtyard were the dull thuds of fists and feet colliding, and the whooshing sound of a monk's knife cutting into flesh.

Juekong smashed the nose of the "enemy" in front of him with a single punch.

Little did he know that the person whose nose he broke was his most capable junior brother.

His junior brother, in the illusion, thought he was fighting a magnificent tiger.

He bit back hard, striking Juekong's thigh squarely.

You punch me, I'll slash you.

You pull my headscarf, I'll gouge your eyes out.

The eighteen monks were completely disoriented by Bai Yaoyao's innate illusionary arts.

They regarded their fellow disciples, who usually recited scriptures and practiced martial arts together, as irreconcilable enemies.

In this small courtyard, a silent, desperate battle unfolded.

The instigator was Bai Yaoyao.

They had long since returned to the rooftop.

She pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from somewhere and leisurely ate them while enjoying the exciting dog-eat-dog drama below.

"Sigh, monks are just so short-tempered."

Bai Yaoyao shook her head and casually tossed the sunflower seed shells aside.

"That was a really brutal beating; they even gouged out his eyes. Tsk tsk, I didn't teach him that."

This silent farce lasted for a full half hour.

The eighteen warrior monks, having exhausted their last bit of true energy, collapsed to the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, bones broken and tendons snapped.

When you can't even get up.

Bai Yaoyao then dispelled the illusion.

The pink mist dissipated.

Jue Kong lay in a pool of blood, panting heavily.

When he saw his fellow disciples around him, who were also on the verge of death and covered in wounds from his attacks, he realized that they were still alive.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Illusion!

They had fallen under the sorceress's illusion and had been killing each other all night!

Jue Kong was both anxious and angry. Before he could catch his breath, his eyes rolled back and he completely fainted.

Bai Yaoyao nimbly leaped off the roof.

She stretched out her slender hand, and several soft ropes of spiritual energy shot out.

The eighteen monks, who looked like dead pigs, were tied up neatly in a row like crabs and thrown into a corner of the courtyard.

After doing all this.

Bai Yaoyao clapped her hands in satisfaction, found a sheltered spot under the eaves, closed her eyes to rest, and waited for dawn.

The next morning.

The first ray of sunlight pierced through the thin mist and shone into the backyard of the inn.

Several birds on the branches were chirping incessantly.

"Squeak—"

The door to the top-tier guest room was opened from the inside.

Li Chen walked out looking refreshed, dressed in a clean and tidy blue robe.

Followed by.

A small figure also ran out.

Sizi, dressed in a pale yellow cross-collar ruqun, was rubbing her sleepy eyes with her two chubby little hands.