The Flying Corpse General

"These guys still hadn't gotten serious, even now..."

"This was a contest of magic against the Five Surnames, but they'd turned it into a stroll through the market, hand in hand..."

"The Trickery Sect has a sharp eye. Tell me, what are our chances of winning this contest?"

The group meeting ended. The mood didn't seem particularly heavy; everyone chatted and laughed as they divided up the tasks.

Miss Red Wine had already done her best to tell them to prepare themselves, but she had no idea how many had taken her words to heart.

After severing her connection with the others, Erguotou, who had remained silent all night, began speaking with her alone.

"Ten out of ten."

Miss Red Wine seemed to hear the weight in Erguotou's words. She smiled. "We have neither reason nor interest in fighting a battle we'll lose. So we're sure to win this contest."

"But the Reincarnators crossed the bridge too late..."

Erguotou's worries would not go away. "And with the curse of Tai Sui holding us back, most people can only reach the inhuman level. Perhaps those with extraordinary talents, or certain objects in their possession, can reach the non-ghost level."

"But we're facing the Five Surnames. I'm afraid every family has someone at the non-god level. It's easy to say words of encouragement, but when it comes time to stake our lives..."

"Judging by cultivation alone, only three people are qualified to face the Ten Surnames head-on."

Miss Red Wine listened, then suddenly smiled. "Tieguanyin, you, and Mr. Monkey Wine."

"But don't underestimate the other Reincarnators. Anyone who survived these forty years and dared to take on this task must have an Ultimate Skill or two up their sleeve."

"What's more..."

She paused, her voice turning somber. "We have an advantage the