"Both wrong, how did you ss this up?"
Number Eight asked quietly.
"I don’t know either; there should be no problem."
Li Xiaobai covered his face, looking very distressed.
With two ordinary cultivators gone, the atmosphere at the banquet fell into a strange silence. No one spoke, everyone harbored their own thoughts, killing off two in one day was already the limit, and at this critical juncture, no one dared to speak recklessly.
Number Six kept staring at Li Xiaobai intently, his eyes almost shooting fire.
The banquet ended in silence, and the prodigies returned to their rooms one by one. Number Six blocked Li Xiaobai.
"Today’s voting, was it all orchestrated by you? From the start, you intended to vote out Number Two and Number Ten. The quiz was just a cover, your three groups have already secretly allied, haven’t you?"
Number Six, the slightly chubby uncle, questioned, wishing he could tear Li Xiaobai apart. For the first ti in his life, he found soone so hateful.
"It’s a good thing you answered correctly; otherwise, I wasn’t sure I could vote them out."
"But unfortunately, I made a mistake in the end. Didn’t expect Number Two and Number Ten were not Summoners."
Li Xiaobai sighed, speaking slowly.
"I answered correctly?"
"I answered correctly because you saw the Formation I drew, which led you to set such an intention for the question. Normally, each person should have arrived here differently, but after you revealed such setting intention, they didn’t dare to question the drawings of Number Two and Number Ten for fear of arousing suspicion themselves, right?"
"Moreover, you brought out Number Four. This identity is the last piece of information left by the ordinary cultivators to strengthen your question setting intention!"
Number Six felt his lungs were about to explode. With numbers sharply declining, he was extrely suspicious of Li Xiaobai, but couldn’t be 100% sure whether he was indeed the Summoner. If the Summoner really had companions, then who was Number Eleven covering for?
Number Seven?
Or was it Number Three and Number Eight?
Or perhaps soone from Number One and Number Nine?
He couldn’t be sure, and if he made another wrong vote, then the ever-watchful Number Eight would surely vote him out too, which would be a devastating outco.
"You misunderstood, uncle, your prejudice against is too deep. I genuinely believed in Number Four, which made continue her thod of questioning. I always felt you and Number Four were the smartest people here."
Li Xiaobai said with a smile.
Number Six’s expression was icy: "I won’t believe your nonsense anymore. As long as I am here, you won’t have the chance to set questions again!"
Li Xiaobai: "The road to victory is always bumpy. If you don’t trust , let’s see the results. Actually, I already know who the Summoner is; it’s just that the fewer people left, the more Law of Power can be divided, right?"
"As long as the Summoner is voted out before only four are left, it will be the best reward, which I wish to share with you."
The conversation with Number Six ended in disagreent. At this stage of the assessnt, there was no trust left in Number Six’s mind towards him, but it didn’t matter, there was no need to maintain friendly exchanges in the future either.
...
Inside Number Seven’s room.
Yu Huan Shui and Li Xiaobai sat cross-legged.
"Little brother, you’re a tough character, truly worthy of being the genius with the most protagonist qualities. I really want to read all your mories; intuition tells your performance today is just child’s play compared to what you’ve encountered in life."
Yu Huan Shui patted Li Xiaobai’s shoulder, laughing heartily.
He was very satisfied with today’s results. Only seven people were left in the arena; if three more were eliminated, he would win.
The most crucial thing was that Li Xiaobai played the role of attracting attention and drawing hatred very successfully, managing to vote people out while also directing everyone’s focus onto himself.
With this, no one should suspect him.
"What’s the next plan?"
"No plan, just take things as they co."
"This assessnt is almost over; how could there be no plan?"
"My performance today was too noticeable, killing off two ordinary cultivators in succession. I believe soone has already targeted us."
Li Xiaobai said irritably: "If I stand out again tomorrow, I will definitely be voted out. If I’m killed, you might also be eliminated."
"Think of a plan, with your unbeatable mind. Once another person is voted out, it’s basically a guaranteed win."
"By the way, have you found soone close to you? If you get voted out, make sure to drag soone along with you."
Yu Huan Shui said.
In his plan, just casually vote another person out, then have Li Xiaobai self-destruct, and subsequently drag another person down. The assessnt would be over.
"Are you truly a scholar?"
"How does your heart manage to be so ruthless, to even sacrifice your only companion."
Li Xiaobai rolled his eyes.
"Scholars love to sacrifice this to save that, it’s normal. As long as we win, you’ll have a share of the Law of Power too."
Yu Huan Shui said with a grin.
"Let’s talk about it tomorrow. If sothing unexpected happens, rember to cooperate with ."
"Certainly."
...
Another silent night.
The next day.
The remaining seven cultivators gathered for the banquet.
Compared to the first day, several seats were empty, and it felt much quieter.
Li Xiaobai and the white-haired man beside him feasted heartily, contrasting sharply with the silence and gloom of the others.
The situation finally reached the most ideal state he envisioned, with Number One and Number Nine alliance, Number Three and Number Eight alliance, he and Yu Huan Shui alliance, and a lone Number Six. Under such structural proportions, he was invincible.
In this round, no matter who tried to initiate a public vote against whom, he could perfectly counterattack.
If luck favored him, this could end the test of Law of Power today.
"Ladies and gentlen, how about I set the question today?"
Number Nine, the burly man, stood up and addressed everyone.
Li Xiaobai studied this man. In his impression, this burly man belonged to those without guile, not very wise. After witnessing the brutal votes these past few days, he probably had neither the nerve nor the assurance to set questions himself. His confidence likely stemd from his teammate, the little girl Number One.
After plotting together, they ca up with an idea, letting the outwardly fierce Number Nine step up as the gunman to test everyone.
Number Eight chewed hard on a chicken leg, mumbling indistinctly: "Go ahead."
"Good, straightforward. I think the elimination of the two yesterday was quite telling. Number Eleven’s choices were thoughtful, I could empathize. Their elimination told us that solitary cultivators are largely unlikely to be problematic, so the Summoner likely has companions, and is right among our groups. So today, my question will target those with friends, Number Three and Number Eight, Number Seven and Number Eleven, and as for Number Six, aside from voting, he has no other role."
Number Nine handed out slips of paper, speaking calmly.
Li Xiaobai’s eyes flashed; this was the outco he wanted, a chance to end this test!
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