Chapter 72: Not on the Same Wavelength

Upon witnessing Xiao Zi's transformation, Fang Fei reacted with astonishing speed. He swiftly seized the blade he usually used to comb his hair and drove it toward Xiao Zi with all his might. The edge of the knife was wreathed in dark energy, but just as the blade came within a mere centimeter of Xiao Zi, he caught the disdainful glint in his opponent’s eyes.

In the next instant, Xiao Zi vanished from before him.

As Fang Fei prepared to sense Xiao Zi’s whereabouts, he suddenly realized that all his men around him had perished. Not a single intact corpse remained—each face was frozen in the expression they wore only a second before.

It was inconceivable. This uncanny being had slaughtered every one of his subordinates in the blink of an eye.

His arrogance from before dissolved, replaced by a paralyzing terror.

Unlike the official spirit tamers who had undergone rigorous training and relied on medication to suppress their fears and remain calm, he was just an ordinary man in possession of a spirit tamer's abilities. In this situation, he could not restrain the terror that surged within; his heart pounded violently.

It was only now that Xiao Zi realized—fear from a spirit tamer was far more delicious than that of an ordinary human.

At this moment, owing to the use of the Blood Fury skill, the aura radiating from Xiao Zi was nothing like that of a typical Grade B uncanny being.

Confronted by such an existence, Fang Fei acted with sudden decisiveness.

His legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees. "Actually, I was only joking just now, I really didn’t mean it, I—"

But before he could finish, the world around him was swallowed by darkness, the space tightening oppressively.

"With such delectable fear, of course I must savor it a while longer. It’s the perfect time to use the Void Inferno skill and thoroughly extract your terror," Xiao Zi murmured.

Having finished, he turned his gaze toward the direction of the banquet, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Well then, let’s get started."

Elsewhere, Wang Hui had already spotted the girl from afar, excitement lighting up his entire being—not for any other reason, but simply because she was so pure and beautiful.

The thought that he, the future master of human order, had never even been in a relationship made him unconsciously walk toward her.

He swept his flowing hair aside, gazed at her with all the tenderness he could muster, and asked, "Miss, what’s your name?"

"Ah… I’m Bai Niao."

"Oh," Wang Hui nodded, his face dreamy. "Bai Niao… Your name reminds me of the nightingale, and your voice is as melodious as a nightingale’s song."

Well now, who would have thought Wang Hui had put points into conversational skill.

Bai Niao gave an awkward smile. By now, she sensed something was off.

After all, as a Grade C spirit tamer, she was extremely sensitive to auras. Yet standing this close to her target, she couldn’t detect even the faintest trace of an uncanny being’s energy. And with Wang Hui’s tone and demeanor, he was nothing like how an uncanny being should act when facing a spirit tamer.

She never considered that someone so near would be unable to sense her aura; she could only assume he was trying to make a good impression.

But as a spirit tamer, she could never accept the overtures of such an evil uncanny being. So she directly grabbed Wang Hui’s hand and began to activate her special skill.

Sealed within her body was a unique uncanny being with a special skill, and because the skill itself hadn’t been sealed during the process, she could still use it.

Her ability allowed her to entwine energy and suppress the power of multiple uncanny beings for extended periods—a remarkably useful support skill.

But as she grabbed Wang Hui’s hand and tried to unleash her skill, she realized there was no uncanny being’s energy within him at all.

In this situation, there were only two possibilities: either he was human, or he possessed a supremely powerful skill to conceal his aura, and his strength surpassed her own.

If he was stronger than her and she couldn’t restrain him, then killing her would be effortless.

The first possibility was out of the question. She was absolutely certain that Wang Hui had caused a huge commotion in Qianyou Town and had even opened a haunted house that stirred the whole city.

To say he wasn’t an uncanny being—no one would believe that, not even a ghost.

Faced with the pressure of imminent death, she started to grow anxious.

Wang Hui, however, merely stared in confusion at her grip on his hand. "What are you doing?"

The question sent a shiver down Bai Niao’s spine.

Was this an interrogation?

No, she had to ensure her own survival first!

"I… I…" Bai Niao stammered, unable to get out a complete sentence. In the end, she blurted out, "Do you think my hands are pretty?"

Wang Hui was stunned for a good three seconds before he recovered, gently holding her hand and actually examining it in earnest.

"These hands are white as tofu, delicate and smooth. Of course they’re pretty."

Hearing this, Bai Niao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he had no intention of fighting here. Good—she’d let Fang Fei deal with him later.

Yet as she tried to withdraw her hand from Wang Hui’s grasp, his grip tightened.

What was he going to do now?

Bai Niao grew even more nervous.

To her surprise, Wang Hui used his other hand to sweep back his hair once more. "Looking this handsome, isn’t it only natural that I’d have Great Xia blood?"

In fact, Wang Hui wasn’t lying. According to his late father, his mother was said to be from Great Xia. Whether that was just his father bragging, he couldn’t say.

But to Bai Niao’s ears, the meaning was entirely different.

Great Xia blood? How could an uncanny being possibly have Great Xia blood?

Was he hinting that he was an uncanny being from Great Xia?

The thought made cold sweat run down her back.

As a spirit tamer, she was well aware what that meant. In a nation like Great Xia, famed for its unrivaled power, uncanny beings ought to have a miserable existence.

But reality was otherwise. In most cases, uncanny beings were killed the moment they manifested.

Yet still, some uncanny beings survived.

These beings fell into two categories: either they possessed formidable strength and masterful skills at concealing their aura, or they had revived from a previous era.

Either way, they were immensely powerful—being able to escape from the hands of Great Xia’s spirit tamers and reach Maoguo only proved their strength.

And combined with the utter lack of an uncanny being’s aura on Wang Hui, it was entirely plausible that he was an uncanny being from Great Xia.

Was this a warning?

What should she do now?

For the moment, she had no choice but to play along. "So you’re from Great Xia? My apologies, I didn’t realize."

But just as she thought she had caught up with the conversation, Wang Hui’s next words left her utterly bewildered.

"In Great Xia, we have a very famous method of fortune-telling—it’s called palm reading. I happen to know a thing or two about it. Would you like me to read your palm?"

Good heavens. These two had been talking past each other the entire time.