Taibai Jinxing

"What matters most in life? Knowing when the heat is just right." —Hannibal

Unfortunately, even Lu Mingfei, a good-for-nothing who survived by milking Cassell's black-card scholarship, had no interest in tasting "veal."

"Are you thinking something really rude?" Lu Mingfei's sixth sense caught a hint that something was off.

"Your imagination." Su Lin patted the remains of the mighty Reincarnator Lord Canglang, who could control time, and said:

"His trick of lodging his soul in another creature's body and gradually assimilating it is much like an external incarnation."

Meng Qi nodded. "Judging purely by the body, it should be at the Human Immortal level. But it probably isn't the one from Black Wind Cave. After all..."

This was a Werewolf, not a Wolf Demon.

Its body had been refined with all sorts of materials into a killing machine. It was quite resistant to spells and divine abilities, and its self-repairing properties let it withstand attacks at the Earth Immortal level.

Meng Qi glanced at the finger marks still on the Werewolf's neck. Even now, they had not healed. Clearly, his second junior brother was in a foul mood.

"So they found out we're Reincarnators. Don't we look like Scripture-Seekers?" Su Lin rubbed his bald head and looked at Meng Qi, Shi Hao, Huowang, and the others.

Sun Wukong in white Daoist robes, the strikingly heroic Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing in a Copper Coin Mask, and Lu Mingfei riding a Black Horse.

They really didn't.

"Could you show a little professional dedication?" Su Lin asked.

"Don't you two both know Seventy-Two Transformations? Where are this poor monk's monkey and pig? Hong Zhong, take off the mask. This isn't a crossover between Daoist Oddities and Journey to the West."

"Does that mean we have to lead your horse and carry your luggage