Chapter 9: Reversing the Rules

“You’re insane!”

Feng Yinyin screamed. Wutian’s actions were utterly reckless. According to Rule Six—students should get along amicably, avoid quarrels and fights, resolve conflicts rationally, and seek teachers’ help when problems become difficult to solve—Wutian was flagrantly violating it. Not just a little, but on a massive scale. Such a suicidal act was beyond saving.

Feng Yinyin still hoped Wutian would survive, to help them ease the difficulty of resolving the grudges; after all, her current state was truly dire.

Bang, bang, bang—!

Bai Ming had never felt the frailty of flesh and blood so clearly before. Fourteen points of basic strength surged through his muscles, and after his willpower erupted, it soared to fifteen points. All fifteen points of power poured into the cold iron rod through his bulging veins and smashed violently into the students’ bodies.

Flesh tore amid splattering blood droplets; bones cracked with dull thuds, breaking as easily as snapping dry twigs. The only downside was the recoil force. Though his flesh was fragile, there were many opponents. Even with fifteen points of constitution and a layer of gauze wrapped beforehand, continuous strikes made Bai Ming’s tiger claw numb, and his arm felt no longer his own.

But it didn’t matter.

Pain? His will had long since crushed it.

No matter what, his arm could mechanically repeat the cycle of strike—crush—reap.

In exchange, the students fell like stalks of wheat in vast swaths.

“How come you’re not violating the rules?”

Feng Yinyin’s voice came from behind, full of confusion.

Of course, these specters wouldn’t die. Their scattered flesh and bones writhed on the ground, crawling like living creatures toward their core, regrouping and healing in an attempt to stand again.

Bai Ming was indifferent—it only meant another round of beating.

But Feng Yinyin could not comprehend.

Why did these ghosts show no reaction to Bai Ming, who was supposedly breaking the rules?

Why didn’t they fight back, allowing Bai Ming to block the doorway and attack at will?

“What’s so strange? They didn’t break the rules at the start either.”

Bai Ming casually swung his rod, toppling another student, yet they remained dumbfounded, saying nothing—just like Bai Xiaozhi had at the beginning.

Feng Yinyin pondered further. Each core grudge had its unique ability; this dungeon’s rules were a reversal of Bai Xiaozhi’s wish. Perhaps Bai Xiaozhi possessed the power to invert the rules.

Feng Yinyin looked at Bai Ming’s trembling palm. “Can I help you?”

Bai Ming grinned fiercely, blood splattering his face, making him appear somewhat sinister. “No, this is a power only a righteous person can have.”

Feng Yinyin nodded thoughtfully. “Alright then, good luck.”

Maybe Bai Xiaozhi’s ability was limited and couldn’t be shared.

But even so, this was outrageous. This was clearly an E-level mission—how could the core grudge’s ability be so strong?

Unless it was due to Wutian’s skill—his abilities might amplify the core grudge’s power.

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