Bai Linger had not died peacefully.
When Wang Jixuan saw her corpse, his first reaction was...
The bed he had found rather comfortable was clearly no longer usable.
Bai Linger's robes had been torn open. A longsword had pierced through her chest from the front. Her body seemed to have been stretched wide with all its strength, yet her face bore an expression of utter intoxication and satisfaction. Terrifying talismanic marks could be seen all over her body.
Wang Jixuan frowned as he looked for a few moments, then casually waved his hand, causing the scattered clothes nearby to cover Bai Linger's corpse.
"Wh-what happened?"
Mao Mo's voice was trembling.
Bai Linger had died within the sect grounds he had established, and in such a manner. Even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he would never wash himself clean of suspicion.
Daoist Wang frowned at Mao Mo.
Mao Mo hurriedly said, "Don't look at me. I didn't do anything! You know what I'm like, brother—I never do anything risky!"
Wang Jixuan took half a step back, and Mao Mo immediately grew even more flustered.
Daoist Wang asked, "About half an hour ago, where were you, brother?"
"Relieving my boredom in the royal capital. More than a dozen ladies from the brothels here can testify for me!"
The Fat Immortal Mao Mo spoke with complete certainty.
Wang Jixuan truly did ease some of his suspicions toward Mao Mo.
He had neither kinship nor friendship with Bai Linger, nor did he have any interest in seeking justice for her. But this had happened in his Cave Dwelling, so it was somewhat connected to him.
Judging by Bai Linger's condition...
Someone had clearly reverse-harvested Bai Linger.
Such an expert's strength had certainly surpassed Bai Linger's, and after obtaining all of her cultivation,