The Loudest Voice Wins

"Ha ha, easy enough. Brother Li Bai, is this your wife or your junior sister?"

Cao Quan laughed, then looked at Qin Qinxue.

Clearly, Qin Qinxue had caught his eye, which was why he had interrupted.

Qin Qinxue smiled. "My name is Qin Qinxue. I am Senior Brother Li Bai's junior sister. We grew up together, and I regard him as my own brother."

Upon hearing that, Cao Quan's smile widened, and he began talking at length about the Cultivation World of Northern Wei.

Yi Xiaofeng was curious. Why had Qin Qinxue been using her real name all along?

He did not dwell on it and focused on listening to Cao Quan's explanation.

Northern Wei had the most flourishing cultivation culture in Da Qian Province, as well as the greatest number of cultivation sects. Zhuo Ye Fortress was one of them.

The Young Fortress Master, Shan Tiange, had a younger sister who had become the Crown Princess. Thus, Zhuo Ye Fortress had formed ties with the Bei Wei Royal Family and held an even higher status.

The strongest sect in Northern Wei was the Heaven Sword Saint Sect.

The Heaven Sword Saint Sect was the strongest sword cultivator sect in Da Qian Province. Sword Saint Bai Hongxiao himself had come from the Heaven Sword Saint Sect.

Beyond that was the Bei Wei Royal Family.

Northern Wei had the smallest population among the three nations, but its royal family had the highest cultivation. Every Prince and Princess cultivated, and all possessed exceptional aptitude.

As Yi Xiaofeng listened, it was soon his turn to state his identity.

The Zhuo Ye Fortress disciples made a show of verifying it before letting him through.

After Yi Xiaofeng and Cao Quan entered the Slaughter Field, they waited for Qin Qinxue by the entrance.

They surveyed the Slaughter Field.

Just as Yi Xiaofeng had imagined, it was entirely an arena. A stone wall over three meters tall surrounded the field, beyond which rose tier after tier of stone seating, enough to hold tens of thousands of people.

Qin Qinxue had just entered and had not yet reached Yi Xiaofeng's side.

"He's Yi Xiaofeng! Su Xin Palace's Wei Qixin's son-in-law! He's a Demonic Cultivator!"

Someone suddenly pointed at Yi Xiaofeng and cried out in alarm, putting on a terrified act.

Wei Qixin of Su Xin Palace!

Whoosh—

The surrounding cultivators erupted in uproar. They drew their weapons one after another and turned toward Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng cursed inwardly and glanced over. The black-clad man who had shouted was sneering.

He was not a contestant from the previous round, but a newcomer!

The show's main screen also switched to this scene, and the viewers became excited.

"Damn, what a dog!"

"Yi Xiaofeng is dead for sure!"

"Hahahaha, so damn shameless, but I like it! I can't stand how smug Yi Xiaofeng is!"

"Miss Wang Yanran, hurry and save your husband!"

"Zhuo Ye Fortress does not tolerate Demonic Cultivators. Yi Xiaofeng is about to be surrounded and attacked!"

"It's happening! It's starting!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yi Xiaofeng did not panic.

Qin Qinxue broke out in a cold sweat for him.

Cao Quan looked at him suspiciously.

Yi Xiaofeng's expression suddenly changed. He flew into a rage, Pure Yang Spiritual Energy erupting from his body as he roared like a lion, "Utter nonsense! I am Li Bai of the Azure Lotus Sword Sect! How dare you slander me? Who exactly are you? We have never met. What evidence do you have? Could it be that you were also in Pure Yang City?"

The black-clad man was left speechless by Yi Xiaofeng's retort. He could not exactly say that he had watched the livestream, could he?

The cultivators all turned to look at him again.

Yi Xiaofeng continued to interrogate him angrily. "Could it be that you are the Demonic Cultivator, trying to shift the blame? You need evidence when you speak! You point at someone out of nowhere, and you expect all the righteous brothers here to listen to you and kill them outright? Do you think us righteous cultivators only know how to cultivate in seclusion and are that easy to fool?"

As soon as he said this, most of the people's gazes turned hostile.

Faced with Yi Xiaofeng's forceful questioning, the black-clad man was speechless. He clearly had no evidence.

"That's right. You need evidence when you speak. How can you falsely accuse someone with nothing but empty words?"

"Brother Li Bai looks like a fine man. He does not look like a Demonic Cultivator either."

"Exactly. That kid is so timid and hesitant. He is obviously lying!"

"Quite a few Demonic Cultivators have infiltrated Zhuo Ye Fortress recently. I did not expect one to jump out so soon."

"Do you take us for fools? You say he is a Demonic Cultivator, and that makes him one?"

Faced with the accusations from all around him, the black-clad man panicked.

He turned to look at the others, seemingly seeking help.

Yi Xiaofeng followed his gaze and memorized the people he looked at.

Those people noticed Yi Xiaofeng's gaze as well and hurriedly backed away, hiding among the crowd.

Most of the newcomers had not known one another before. None of them wanted to expose their identities as contestants right away.

Qin Qinxue walked to Yi Xiaofeng's side and asked softly, "Do you like playing Werewolf?"

Yi Xiaofeng chuckled quietly. "I have played it. Whoever has the louder voice is in the right. Isn't arguing the same? Have you never competed with your boyfriend over who could yell louder?"

Qin Qinxue rolled her eyes.

Under the surrounding crowd's rebukes, the black-clad man finally lowered his head and gritted out, "I was mistaken!"

He cursed that bunch of bastards inwardly!

Before coming here, he had coordinated with several newcomer contestants to expose Yi Xiaofeng together. Yet in the end, he was the only one who had stepped forward.

"Mistaken? What a convenient little apology!"

Someone sneered. The speaker was Zeng Shu.

"You nearly got him killed, and a simple apology is supposed to settle it? I wonder which sect you belong to, to have such poor manners." Qin Qinxue joined in.

The two of them once again steered the crowd, making the black-clad man wish he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Just then, a voice came from the entrance. "The Young Fortress Master has arrived! All guests, stand properly and do not make noise!"

Everyone turned back to look. Surrounded by a group of Zhuo Ye Fortress disciples, a tall, valiant man strode in. He carried himself with an overbearing air. He looked about thirty, and his sharp eagle eyes made people afraid to meet his gaze.

Shan Tiange!

Shan Tiange's expression was grim, with anger hidden in his eyes. The moment he arrived, everyone fell silent.

The black-clad man continued retreating, blending into the crowd to avoid being targeted again.

Shan Tiange said nothing and instead walked to one side.

He drew a massive sword from his back and slammed it onto the ground with a clang, its tip piercing the hard floor.

He rested both hands on the hilt and closed his eyes to wait.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and everyone exchanged uncertain looks.

Yi Xiaofeng asked quietly, "Is this Young Fortress Master very powerful?"

He was asking Cao Quan.

Cao Quan lowered his voice as well and answered, "Yes. He is already a Foundation Building Cultivator and is also highly skilled in swordsmanship. He is very strong."

A Foundation Building Cultivator...

Yi Xiaofeng was only at Qi Refining Layer 3, while the other contestants were merely at Qi Refining Layer 1. To them, Shan Tiange was absolutely a BOSS they could not solo.

Time continued to pass.

More and more guests arrived.

Yi Xiaofeng silently observed them, trying to determine who were Blood Palm Sect disciples and who were Su Xin Palace disciples.

Then, he saw Yang Yu limp inside.

The five burly men who had given him trouble were nowhere to be seen.

Huh? How did he get away? Did he counterkill them? Yi Xiaofeng found it strange.

Did Yang Yu have that kind of strength?

At last, half an hour had passed.

The Slaughter Field's gates suddenly shut, making everyone's hearts tighten.

What was this supposed to mean?

Shan Tiange opened his eyes, swept his gaze across the crowd, and slowly said, "Last night, my father died beneath the Seven-Colored Glass Tree. Several sets of different footprints were found beside his corpse. Tomorrow is his seventieth birthday banquet. The killer must be found within two days. I will tear the murderer to pieces and chop every last bit up to feed to the dogs!"

"Anyone who finds clues to the killer may have a chance to obtain a Seven-Colored Glass Fruit. Whoever captures the killer will be rewarded with two Seven-Colored Glass Fruits directly. I can even provide other immortal cultivation materials!"