Chapter 127 Within the Eight Trigrams lies my Daoist realm.
After Mu Jianjian decided to go with Ye Xuanzhi to explore a garden he mentioned the following night, she spent the rest of the day alone digesting the jade slip that Cai Hua had printed for her.
With the help of the natural energy given to her by the tree spirits of the Wood Spirit Clan in the secret realm, she could easily sense these unique scents.
Cultivators have an additional sense of divine consciousness compared to ordinary people's five senses. After Mu Jianjian imprinted the jade slip on her forehead, she always felt that she would have one less sense of smell than Cai Hua.
"When Master gave me this jade slip, I always felt that the way she looked at me was very strange..." Mu Jianjian recalled thoughtfully.
Although it was dangerous for Cai Hua to pull her into her spiritual realm, Mu Jianjian already regarded her as a half-master when the other party transmitted her perception of her scent and feelings to her.
Since you've taken their secret techniques, there's no need to pretend to be aloof and sever ties.
"What kind of look is that? Why is it so strange?" the system asked in my mind.
“It’s a kind of… chilling nostalgia,” Mu Jianjian recalled the look on the man’s face when he left, and felt uneasy. “No, I’ll leave a message for Ye Xuanzhi and go check out the garden he mentioned.”
The Yuanzi mentioned in the conversation is the place Ye Xuanzhi said last night might be where the potion is made.
As dusk fell, the dim sunlight spilled into the deserted, cluttered courtyard. Clumps of grayish-white weeds sprouted from the cracks in the stones, growing strangely lush, yet their roots were rotting.
This is the place.
Mu Jianjian stepped onto the stone slab, looked at the grass with obvious trampling marks, and walked towards the depths of the dilapidated courtyard.
The people have already left. Did they sense that someone had come to visit, or was there some other reason?
——
The room was filled with a wonderful fragrance. The stone walls sealed off the large, enclosed chamber, leaving only one exit blocked by a huge furnace. Upon closer inspection, one could see countless rotten fruits inside, emitting a pungent odor that mingled with the scent of the woman in the long dress, making it even more acrid.
"When did you find out?" Cai Hua leaned against the wooden table, ignoring her pierced stomach that was dripping blood. The porcelain bottle on the table jingled as it shook. Even with blood on her lips, her expression remained alluring.
“Yesterday, when your newly accepted disciple woke up,” Feng Laiyun stood aside, coldly wiping the blood off the longsword in her hand with a handkerchief, “he really put on a good act. Your natural fragrance and the illusionary scent blended together, and I didn’t even realize it.”
Cai Hua didn't seem to care much. The tear in her stomach seemed to be burning and was spreading. She didn't seem to notice. She raised her hand, took out her pipe, and took a puff. Even at this moment, she was still elegant and alluring.
Seemingly provoked by the woman's attitude, Feng Laiyun suddenly stepped forward and lifted her chin, her eyes filled with infatuation. "Huahua, I never wanted to kill you. You forced me to... Why don't you stay with me obediently, and wait until 'Manluo' covers the lower realm before we return to the upper realm together?"
Why did you poison him with hallucinogenic drugs and treat him like a fool?
Was all the warmth we've shown just an illusion?
“But I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time.” Cai Hua chuckled, and white smoke drifted from her mouth as she coughed lightly. “‘Manluo’ is so harmful to cultivators’ bodies. If all the cultivators on the continent were to become addicted to the power brought by ‘Manluo’, don’t tell me the Upper Realm wouldn’t have any ideas.”
"What are you pretending for, you bitch!" Feng Laiyun gripped Cai Hua's chin harder and harder, her voice rising to her throat. "How many innocent people have you killed? Don't pretend to be so noble in front of me! No wonder the Xuan Shuang Sect's plan went so well before, but 'Manluo' failed to keep up halfway through."
So what if they captured a few disciples of Jingxuyuan for experiments? How can those demonic cultivators who indiscriminately kill innocent people and turn them into humanoid Gu be compared to their great cause!
"Hahahaha..." Cai Hua's smile was mocking, but her voice grew softer and softer as she felt her life slipping away. "I already poisoned you with incense. You won't live past tonight."
She snapped her fingers lightly with her hand hanging on the ground, and the fragrance that filled the secret room instantly exploded in a small area, setting the huge space ablaze.
"It's still grayish-white." The woman's murmur was so faint that she couldn't even hear it herself; it dissipated into the air.
"You think your kind of fragrant poison can kill me?" Feng Laiyun found it amusing, glancing at the woman who had fallen against the wall, her eyes filled with condescension. "Oh... you wanted to die with me? So you chose your disciples early to pass on your secret techniques?"
"Even if you burn this place down, there are other places in the lower realm where 'Manlu' is made. How can you burn it down?"
"I forgot to tell you, I've never been touched by your incense poison," Feng Laiyun said. A huge fire had already risen beside him, but the raging flames did not reflect in his eyes, as if there was a natural barrier.
"Painting, poor thing, you can't smell the aroma. One wrong step leads to another. Once I see you burning to death here, I'll go and kill your apprentice... no, I'll make her eat 'Manluo,' you'll be happy then, won't you?"
Cai Hua's previously calm expression finally wavered at this moment. She raised her head in disbelief, "Impossible..."
How could he not have been contaminated by her perfume poison?
“Painting, your brother is much smarter than you. It’s a pity he died in the secret realm. But someone as arrogant as him was bound to die sooner or later, and so will you.”
Feng Laiyun had previously collaborated with Cai Chu on the production of 'Manluo', but after his death, she chose Cai Hua instead, thinking she had found someone easy to control, but she never expected him to be a man-eating flower.
“If you can’t smell it, I’ll say it for you,” Feng Laiyun squatted down, placed her hand on the woman’s stomach where a hole had been stabbed, and used her true energy to penetrate it. She looked at the woman’s painful expression with satisfaction. “You smell terrible, it’s nauseating.”
"Get your filthy hands off me!" an angry female voice rang out. Feng Laiyun stepped back to dodge the attack, looking at the newcomer with a sinister smile.
Ignoring the man, Mu Jianjian turned and helped Cai Hua to her feet, her voice trembling, "Master, how are you? Master? I'm too late..."
"Run!" Cai Hua clenched her fists, not expecting this girl to appear. She urgently grabbed the girl's hand, "Go! Run!"
Mu Jianjian made no attempt to hide from the other person's gaze. She took out a dark cup from her spatial storage, filled it with water from the sacred lake, and fed it to the other person. Just as she was about to use her pupil technique to move the two of them away, the man's voice came from behind her.
"Where do you want to go?" Feng Laiyun reached out with both hands toward the girl's stomach.
This kind of speed-based technique... is too slow!
Mu Jianjian quickly dodged, but her right hand was still cut open. She glanced down at the tear spreading across her hand. The rich aroma and scorching flames around her were constantly draining her energy, but she clenched her fists, her expression resolute.
People from the upper realm.
In the secret realm's Golden Palace, she encountered that Golden Crow Shrine cultivator, and the fear that had permeated her heart at that time still lingered there.
But she no longer trembles with fear.
——
In the overgrown garden, the sun had already set, and three figures were fighting, their long shadows flickering in the sunlight.
"Get out of the way." Ye Xuanzhi looked impatiently at the master and disciple in front of him, easily dodging their attack.
The man in black robes grinned maliciously, "You'll become the remnant souls in our master-disciple furnace!"
He still wanted to go in and ruin Lord Feng's plans, but he was just a Foundation Establishment Level 6 cultivator who was barely surviving thanks to a high-grade magic artifact.
"Tsk." Ye Xuanzhi's patience ran out. He raised his index and middle fingers to his lips, and his usually playful expression turned devout. Under the glow of the setting sun, his originally jet-black hair turned completely white. "The Yin-Yang Mystic Arts are all determined by fate."
Chong Honglian looked smugly at Ye Xuanzhi, who hadn't moved at all when his attack landed, but then saw him say something in a smooth, melodious voice before his figure suddenly disappeared and transformed into a man in black robes!
"Master!"
He screamed as he was struck squarely by the black-robed man's bluish-purple flames. The burning sensation deep within his soul caused him to scream.
What's going on?
The man in black robes didn't even have time to react before the three of them were thrown into disarray. They had been fighting Ye Xuanzhi together, but suddenly they were attacking each other!
The two turned their heads and saw that the man had completely white hair, was standing on a black and white circle, and was staring at them with cold features, like a demon from the dark abyss.
No magical implements were used!
This is his true strength. Who exactly is he?
Even the black-robed man with the Core Formation cultivation level couldn't help but feel fear.
"Within the Eight Trigrams lies my sacred space."
Ye Xuanzhi stood high above, his voice like a string of pearls, as if he were a god who could reverse the course of heaven and earth.
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