Questioning

This strand of divine sense had cultivation equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Peak, so he had chosen a disciple at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage to impersonate.

"Are you provoking me?" "Zhou Ji" demanded sharply.

Oh, bullshit, Bian Chunchou thought. You're the one hiding behind the scenes, ready to shoot someone in the back! And how was that sarcastic? He had copied it word for word, without a trace of personal feeling: "If that's what you think, there's nothing I can do. We're not on the same path, so please leave at once."

Anger flashed across "Zhou Ji's" face. "The three of you are only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. Are you really so confident you can beat me?"

Bian Chunchou was about to say they could settle the question by fighting when Wen Xu-Xu spoke. In fact, he drew his sword before he spoke. "You're not Young Master Zhou. Who are you? Why are you impersonating someone else?"

Right—who was this person, anyway?

How could there be two identical Zhou Jis in the secret realm? More importantly—

"There's another person! That makes two hundred and sixty-four. Did I really count wrong?"

"You didn't. All the eliminated cultivators are in the elimination area set up by the secret realm. I counted them three times, back and forth. Two hundred and sixty-four, not one more or one less!"

"...Wild guess: four Demon Cultivators?"

"That doesn't sound right. That cultivator surnamed Bian is definitely a Human Cultivator, and the Blade Cultivator and Sword Cultivator look more like Human Cultivators too. Does anyone know a Yonglu Mountain disciple? We could just ask."

"Yonglu Mountain? Brother, are you all right? If I knew someone from one of the Five Major Sects, would I be squeezed in here watching the secret-realm competition?" He would