Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era-Chapter 15: Brother Baishe! Explain to them that it’s a misunderstanding!

" I have already studied this kind of clue in my master’s books, these are the marks of the Devourer !"

Su Ruo shook her head," the coming of the Devourer is not something one can say lightly martial brother, nevertheless, he is undoubtedly a slave of the Rakshasas."

Their words mingled in a tumult of accusations where each new hypothesis seemed darker than the previous one.

Lin Feng felt panic rising in his chest, but he tried to maintain an upright posture despite the pain caused by the Chaotic Qi.

He raised his hands in a sign of appeasement, Ming Bai’s ring still visible between his fingers. This gesture, instead of calming his accusers, only accentuated their anger.

" It is not what you believe !" exclaimed Lin Feng, his voice altered by the effort. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"I have just arrived at the scene. I found Ming Bai already in this state, drained of his essence. I only took the ring to protect it and bring it back to our master in order to testify to the horror I discovered."

Wei sneered while shaking his head, then retorted in a caustic voice :

" Your lies are as pathetic as your origin. Anyway, it is not surprising, a street rat caught red-handed looting a corpse."

Insults flew from all sides, each one adding their comment on the excessive ambition of this commoner who had finally shown his true nature.

The situation quickly worsened as the circle tightened around Lin Feng.

The disciples began to channel their Qi. This gesture clearly meant that they had no intention of letting Lin Feng escape for a fair trial. Their intentions were to judge him on the spot, and the sentence would probably be death.

Lin Feng realized that he was truly in a deadlock.

On one side, the material evidence was overwhelming : he was standing in the middle of the corpses, he was holding the deceased’s ring, and his own body was impregnated with the chaotic energy that had served to commit the massacre.

On the other side, the partiality of his peers was absolute, because they had been looking for months for a reason to bring him down. And he feared having to fight against his own allies to survive.

However, he knew that if he drew his weapon, he would definitively confirm his status as a traitor in the eyes of the world.

It was at this precise moment that a fluid movement attracted the attention of the assembly.

A silhouette descended with nonchalant grace. His luxurious clothes seemed in no way affected by the dust and each of his movements exuded a calm assurance that contrasted with the ambient tension.

Xuan BaiShe appeared, calmly adjusting his monocle while observing the scene with intellectual curiosity. His appearance was that of a young scholar lost in a nightmare, but his presence exuded a natural authority.

As soon as he set foot on the ground, the main disciples momentarily lowered their weapons, as if a tacit order had just suspended their aggressiveness.

BaiShe stopped at the edge... His silver gaze swept over the corpses of the Rakshasas before fixing on Lin Feng. He tilted his head slightly, looking both intrigued and detached.

" What is happening here ?" he asked in a calm voice.

His apparent neutrality acted like a balm on Lin Feng’s raw nerves.

The Son of Luck, seeing in him his only hope of salvation, felt his face light up with a desperate glimmer of gratitude. He knew that BaiShe was the son of the patriarch of the immortal Xuan family and that his testimony would carry immense weight with the sect elders.

Moreover, they had concluded a temporary alliance not long ago, during an exchange where BaiShe had shown himself respectful and courteous. Lin Feng therefore hoped that the latter would remember their mutual respect and take his defense.

He then addressed him with renewed fervor.

" Martial Brother BaiShe !" pleaded Lin Feng, " his hands still raised to show that he posed no threat. Explain to them that it is only a misunderstanding. You know that I am not capable of such atrocities. You helped me earlier in the mountain, you know my character !"

The other disciples remained silent, waiting to see which side the young master of the Xuan family would tip the balance.

They knew that BaiShe was known for his wisdom and logic, and that he would not make a decision lightly. Some among them even hoped that he would be able to unravel this affair with the impartiality that made his reputation.

However, what Lin Feng was completely unaware of was that he had just asked for help from the true author of the massacre.

Every detail, from Ming Bai’s body to the chaotic energy floating in the air, was part of a meticulous plan. The objective was simple : to accumulate luck points by humiliating the Son of Luck, by pushing him into a situation where every outcome seemed desperate. While BaiShe stared at Lin Feng, a slight smile stretched the corner of his lips.

BaiShe observed the storage ring in Lin Feng’s hand for a long time, then he turned his attention to the latter’s devastated face. He sighed, a sound that carried a false compassion, before speaking.

The main disciples moved closer still, impatient to know the verdict of the one they considered a model of virtue and talent.

The tension was at its peak, and Lin Feng’s fate now rested entirely in the hands of the man he called his friend.

BaiShe adjusted his monocle one last time.

" Indeed, I know Lin Feng’s character. He is not that kind. So why not expose all the facts to me before my arrival."

"Brother BaiShe," began Lin Feng, his voice trembling but imbued with desperate fervor.

"I arrived here and found Ming Bai already dead, his essence sucked away by an entity of terrifying power. I took this ring only to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands before I could return it to the sect. I beg you, explain to them that it is only a misunderstanding."

Wei intervened immediately, his blade crackling with bluish energy. "A misunderstanding ? Look at him ! His own Qi is corrupted by this foul aura. He is holding Ming Bai’s treasures in his right hand while our brother’s body is still warm. Young Master Xuan, do not let yourself be fooled by the honeyed words of this rat. The evidence is overwhelming !"