Tang San's Twin Sister-Chapter 82

Zhao Wuji nodded gravely in agreement with Tang San’s assessment, and their group slowed their pace. They moved with heightened caution, even the two previously excited girls falling silent.

Zhao Wuji inwardly thanked the gods, for at least they followed orders. Each of them now moved more deliberately, as if they sensed something off in the air.

Suddenly, a chill ran down Tang Yin’s spine as a low, guttural growl rumbled from behind her. It was a sound filled with raw anger, and it made every nerve in her body tense. The growl echoed in the stillness, and the entire group spun around in unison.

"I smell blood," Jiang’s voice was a low, dangerous rasp. The other beast spirit masters exchanged uneasy glances, frowning, but only Xiao Wu nodded, her face drained of color.

"Me too," she whispered, her voice trembling. Tang San’s eyes darted to her, his protective instincts kicking in. Without breaking formation, he subtly edged closer to Xiao Wu.

"I don’t smell anything," Zhao Wuji said, his brow furrowing as he sniffed the air. "And I am a bear. My sense of smell is usually better then a rabbits and a dragons."

"My sense of smell is excellent," Jiang retorted sharply, his tone colder than before. "Better than even a bear’s. There’s blood—every inch of ground beneath us reeks of it." His eyes narrowed, scanning the surroundings. "I’ll find out what’s going on." Without waiting for Zhao Wuji’s chance to protest and disregarding his order to stay together, Jiang’s form disappeared into the trees with a speed that made their hearts skip a beat.

"I follow," Tang Yin said, her voice steady but her eyes narrowed in resolve. She had never seen Jiang so furious, so out of control. He usually was laid back and relaxed. She followed, even as a sense of dread settled over her. Not far behind, Ning Feng joined them, her footsteps swift.

Above, Zhao Wuji wanted to curse and roar at the defiance, but Tang San’s quiet voice stopped him. "They know what they’re doing."

But the words did little to calm him. Rage simmered beneath the surface as Zhao Wuji’s fists clenched. He had no love for disobedience, especially when it could cost them their lives here in the spirit first.

Xiao Wu’s face had turned a sickly pale shade, her eyes flicking downwards as a roar rose from the ground. The sound sent a tremor through her.

The roar was so intense it rattled their bones. Zhao Wuji, though powerful, was forced to stagger, his every sense screaming that something was terribly wrong. Danger was closing in.

"What’s going on?" Zhao Wuji shouted, his voice rough, unable to contain the rising alarm. Not that it was much use now after this ruckus to remain quiet.

Jiang emerged from the shadows, his delicate face taut with fury. In his arms was a small, slender cat-like spirit beast, its body limp and broken. "That down there is a graveyard," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "That’s why the blood stench is so thick and it made me so antsy."

Tang San’s heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" he asked, though his voice was tight with dread. Xiao Wu rushed to Jiang talking the kitten and cradled it in her arms.

Jiang’s eyes burned with fury. "Someone slaughtered spirit beasts down there. With no reason. No remorse. They killed everything in their path—no hunt, no conflict. Just... murder." He paused, his lips curling into a snarl. "And they went to the trouble of burying the bodies in shallow graves. Mass murder. Whoever did this didn’t care about anything but the carnage."

A sudden shift in the air caught Tang San’s attention. "Someone’s coming," he muttered just as a young girl flew past them out of the forest. A man in blood-red robes followed closely behind her, flanked by several guards. Their presence was chilling. Zhao Wuji cursed under his breath. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Spirit Hall," he hissed, his voice low and tight with dislike.

The group from Spirit Hall strode past them, their eyes meeting briefly. The air between them crackled with tension. The difference in strength was significant. Spirit Hall far outmatched them in both numbers and spirit rank, but neither side moved toward conflict.

As the group from Spirit Hall disappeared into the forest, Zhao Wuji’s skin crawled with unease. His eyes darkened, and a shudder ran down his spine.

"Remember," he muttered, his voice rough with anger, "where there’s one, the rest can’t be far behind. If I’d known Spirit Hall was here, I would’ve postponed this trip. But now..." His voice trailed off when he noticed Jiang’s gaze—a deadly, focused stare—locked on the retreating figures of Spirit Hall. It promised nothing short of bloody retribution.

Zhao Wuji opened his mouth to say something, but the words caught in his throat. He could see Jiang’s resolve, the storm building in his eyes. "And please," Zhao Wuji finally managed to say, "don’t do anything stupid." His voice was low, strained. "Like picking a fight with them."

"I won't." Jiang said and rose from his position. "I do not have the liberty."

Tang Yin put her hand on Jiangs shoulder pressing down. She still felt uncommonly cold.