Chapter 272 Inviting the Guest into the Trap
Enveloped by dark brown rock walls, a vast space is filled with the confrontation between two forces.
Despite having only four people, the side facing several cultivators was not at a disadvantage at all. The atmosphere between them was tense, and the tension was palpable, ready to erupt at any moment.
“It’s them,” Wan Xing said, standing slightly ahead of the four-person team, his disgusted eyes fixed on the unfamiliar cultivator next to the woman in pink. “She definitely knows something.”
Although she focused all her attention on the pale-faced woman in pink, her eyes never left the unfamiliar cultivator.
They started fighting.
Her goal was for the two sides to fight, so she could take advantage of the chaos to kill this scumbag.
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"And you, you arrived here first, are you injured?" Mu Jianjian nervously took the woman's hand, seemingly wanting to check her injuries.
"No..." Wan Xing's smile was somewhat forced. "You don't need to worry about me, it's mainly you who's at stake."
This statement is somewhat strange, but considering the current situation, it is understandable that he is flustered.
"Okay, but now is not the time to talk about that. The main thing is to deal with these things in front of us." Turning her head to look at the still densely packed gray-white creatures approaching, Mu Jianjian couldn't help but feel physically nauseous.
It feels so strange to be watched by so many eyes.
If one had to describe it, it would be tantamount to exposing oneself to the information surveillance of the 21st century, with every move being observed and nowhere to be found.
“These creatures are translucent and have no physical form, but the spikes on their limbs are indeed an excellent way to attack,” Wan Xing said, panting as he ran. “Maybe we can surround them all in one place and wipe them out in one fell swoop.”
If that's the case, then indiscriminate attacks will suffice.
Mu Jianjian pondered for a moment, then looked at the dried blood scattered all over the stone wall.
The blood was distributed very evenly, as if it had been deliberately splashed here to create a layout, with no areas that were too stagnant or too thin.
The stench in the air was nauseating, but not enough to make you vomit.
In other words, these grayish-white creatures had a very good grasp of the "degree" of killing cultivators.
“Okay,” Mu Jianjian replied, “My secret technique senses a hole ahead. We can work together there to take care of them.”
She glanced at the butterfly fluttering its wings rapidly ahead, and whispered her words into Wan Xing's ear, not noticing the slight upturn of his lips.
The plan went as smoothly as the two had anticipated. Although the grayish-white creatures could understand people's general thoughts, they did not have any more advanced cognitive countermeasures.
After Mu Jianjian lured the creature into the cave, she immediately lowered the surrounding temperature. Just as she was about to take out the Fire Fox Dagger, the cave, which had previously retained a sliver of light, was plunged into darkness in an instant.
In the darkness, the grayish-white creatures seemed to glow, surging forward like a tidal wave.
“…Wan Xing?” Mu Jianjian lowered her eyes and took a step back.
She was met with silence.
In the darkness, this "Wanxing" perfectly concealed itself, transforming from an active participant into an outsider.
Her vision returned to complete darkness. Looking down, she couldn't see her own hand in front of her face. The illusionary butterfly was swallowed by the darkness, and her pupil-shifting technique was temporarily ineffective.
She was surrounded by a specific "space," a place that was the best place to kill grayish-white creatures, a place that was clearly built to "hunt" her.
Mu Jianjian lowered her head and smiled softly, "As expected, your goal has always been me."
The person hidden in the shadows still did not answer, and she had no intention of continuing to probe. She closed her eyes, raised the perception of her other senses to the highest level, gripped the Fire Fox Dagger, and began a new round of fighting.
Standing in the corner, "Wan Xing" watched the girl in front of him swiftly and decisively kill the grayish-white creature, and felt a little complicated.
The darkness did not hinder her vision; on the contrary, she could see everything in the cave very clearly, including the indifferent emotions in Mu Jianjian's eyes.
"Wan Xing" was not surprised at all when it was discovered that she was not the real person. The lie was clumsy and obvious, but that was not the point. She only cared about the outcome.
So what if Mu Jianjian saw through it? It's still because of her arrogance that she's trapped in this space specifically created for her, a space that can generate countless attack-type creatures. She will only be slowly worn down and killed.
Thinking this, Wanxing slowly nodded to show his approval of the plan.
It would be much easier if Mu Jianjian were dead...
"What are you thinking about?" A voice suddenly came to her ear. "Wan Xing" came back to her senses and found that a sharp dagger was already slashing at her neck.
How is that possible?
How could those creatures have been disposed of so quickly!
"Wanxing" swept across the surroundings, and the fluorescent creatures emitted light in the darkness, but showed no intention of attacking Mu Jianjian.
This isn't right.
A long-lost sense of vigilance rose in Wanxing's heart, and only then did he notice the faint fragrance emanating from the surroundings.
This is hallucinogenic incense. These creatures have probably already been dealt with. She has long since fallen into their trap without even realizing it!
“Wanxing, it’s not a good habit to get distracted during a conversation.” Mu Jianjian’s hand gripped the Fire Fox Dagger deeper and deeper, but the other party did not react at all.
After the silence, a laugh broke out.
"This body belongs to your friend," Wan Xing's voice was calm and unhurried, as if he had already won. "If you kill me, your friend won't live either."
Mu Jianjian sneered, and the next moment the woman opposite her had her left arm severed by true energy, and the Fire Fox Dagger seemed to be embedded even deeper in her neck. "I hope you don't waste my time."
Hearing the sound of an arm being severed, Wan Xing's previously cold eyes finally stirred. "This is interesting. You're so sure I'm not her, yet you still willingly fell into this place. Should I praise your arrogance or your confidence?"
Such physical harm was the most meaningless thing for her. The "semi-transparent copy" that she conjured was not her original body, so it naturally lost the ability to feel pain.
“‘Wanxing’? No, Ouyang Wenjin,” Mu Jianjian said calmly, “you’ve brought many cultivators into ‘Panmen’ and controlled the death toll on every inch of land. Aren’t you preparing for what you’ll have to deal with at the summit in the end?”
Upon hearing the name "Ouyang Wenjin," he abandoned his playful attitude and his expression turned cold once again.
How could she possibly have discovered it was him?
One is a frail young master far away in the caravan, and the other is a stranger who has now set up a trap to kill her in front of her friends. Even if she has some doubts about Ouyang Wenjin's identity, how could she be so sure that she can connect the two together?
She was far too perceptive and alert.
Mu Jianjian's level of danger in Ouyang Wenjin's mind rose another level, and his killing intent intensified, but he did not fully reveal it.
"Have you ever thought that if the magma underground were released and flooded everything here, your plans, everything you own, would be completely swallowed up?"
The girl's cold tone was devoid of any emotion, a stark contrast to her soft and kind demeanor when they first met.
Ouyang Wenjin chuckled dryly, "If you do that, it's the same as admitting defeat to me."
He paused for a second, then continued, "When the magma surges up, it will kill not only the matter here, but also all the cultivators here, whose lives will be extinguished."
Sensing the other person's silence, Ouyang Wenjin's tone became noticeably more excited, "Do you dare to make this bet? The answer is obviously no, and besides, you have no chance of getting out of here now, Mu Jianjian."
It was the first time he had addressed her by her full name, which made him seem exceptionally formal.
Mu Jianjian felt the body she was holding gradually... melting!
At this moment, the Fire Fox Dagger he was holding seemed like a joke, easily piercing through the melting "Ten Thousand Stars".
“I admit, you are indeed a cultivator with both strength and intelligence, but you are still too impatient,” Ouyang Wenjin’s body turned into a viscous liquid, gradually becoming almost transparent, and he slumped limply against the wall, yet he still made sounds. “Is it because you have something to rely on?”
Ouyang Wenjin's "body" finally turned into a pool of blood under the watchful eyes of onlookers, losing all life.
Mu Jianjian felt a sense of panic for the first time in a long time.
When was the last time you felt panicked?
The suffering she endured at the Red Mansion in Duyunfang was mostly due to her helplessness and anger at the injustices she encountered. In the Demon Palace of Yingzhou, she was surrounded by the familiar main characters, including the heroine Sang Wanyue, who had a cheat-like advantage. Now, she was all alone, locked in this inexplicable space.
The phrase "having something to rely on" makes it hard not to think that Ouyang Wenjin has some suspicions about her trump card.
Since they've guessed it, they'll definitely take precautions.
Mu Jianjian felt as if a thick fog had enveloped her head, obscuring all light, yet a thousand pounds of weight were pressing down on her.
This is not an upper realm power like the Celestial Palace. Ouyang Wenjin comes from the Longevity Tower. Judging from his methods, these people are not as arrogant as those in the Celestial Palace. They have meticulous plans and strategies. If you are not careful, you will fall into the pit they have deliberately dug and be doomed.
"This is a closed space. If I forcefully use my true energy to break through the wall, I'm afraid I'll only perish along with this place. I can't use the Pupil Transformation Technique, and my margin for survival is greatly reduced."
Mu Jianjian was frighteningly calm. She had just tried to attack the wall with the Fire Fox Dagger, but even with all her strength, she could only leave tiny marks on it.
"In order to get rid of me, Ouyang Wenjin didn't even want to use formations or talismans. He even created a separate space within the 'Panmen'..."
The stone wall trembled slightly, and yellowish-brown soil fell from above and hit the ground, indicating that space had shifted.
"Why did you just say that a space opened up in 'Panmen'?" Cong Mu asked worriedly.
“I’ve been wondering from the beginning why the attackers of the caravan were neither human nor monsters,” Mu Jianjian explained softly. “I only became certain of my guess after Ouyang Wenjin created a fake to lure me into the trap.”
The stone wall was becoming increasingly narrow, seemingly capable of crushing and flattening the skull of the cultivator inside at any moment, leaving her with few options.
Mu Jianjian raised her hand, and a murky liquid slowly flowed from her hand, merging into the soil.
"The Realm of the Underworld," a foul-smelling yellow liquid flowed out, filled with the murmurs of endless hungry ghosts. The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart, releasing substances that did not belong to this realm. She parted her red lips slightly, "The Netherworld—"
After the surging Yellow Spring water poured in, the compression of space was finally relieved, and there was even a faint tendency to vibrate. The two spaces were colliding with each other!
Ouyang Wenjin initially identified her because she demonstrated her pupil-changing technique to him while with Wan Xing, which confirmed that she was the person he wanted to kill.
The first attempt to kill her with external monsters failed, and the second attempt to use her as a scapegoat failed. So Ouyang Wenjin spent some time creating a completely new space to restrict her movements.
But clearly, he had anticipated the effects of the Pupil Transformation Technique, but he hadn't expected her to have the Underworld Realm as a trump card.
In the chaotic darkness, the rocks and soil and the yellow water fought a final battle, each side wanting to devour the other. One was driven by a purposeful desire to eliminate, while the other was struggling for survival.
The latter's desire is more urgent... and its realm is also more powerful.
A moment later, a yellowish corrosive liquid slowly flowed out from inside the wall, causing the stone wall to crumble and a foot to emerge from it.
Mu Jianjian said softly to Cong Mu.
“The ‘Panmen’ here is probably a secret space set up by Ouyang Wenjin.”
This is the worst-case scenario: unknowingly, all the cultivators have slowly stepped into another world that someone else has set up.
They were lured into a trap; someone had placed a small lure at the entrance, and they rushed in without hesitation.
She needed to hurry and get to Ouyang Wenjin's physical location to subdue him.
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"What's going on?" Ouyang Wenjin walked at the front of the caravan, his face pale, and coughed, covering his mouth. He looked at Xiong Guangze's group, who were confronting four people, like a kind-hearted old man who cared about the other side.
At this moment, three forces were already standing in the small cave.
When Team Leader Sun saw the heavily injured stranger surrounded by other cultivators, he naturally thought of Xiong Guangze's earlier escape from the demonic beast. Enemies meeting are bound to be hostile, and he clenched his fists. However, knowing the current situation was chaotic, he did not speak first.
Compared to the tense emotions of the other cultivators, Ouyang Wenjin seemed relaxed and at ease. Although he still had that lifeless look on his face, his demeanor was much more composed.
His eyes swept lightly over the four-person team.
Hmm, Ye Wuluo, the Holy Son of the Holy Lotus Pavilion; Sang Wanyue, the Sorrowful Frost Sect Master; Linghu Zhuoyu, one of the "Five Eccentrics" of Yingzhou... and Wan Xing.
Not bad, although it's still a bit short, this sacrifice was worthwhile, at least we caught more fat fish.
Ouyang Wenjin curled his lips, about to speak and act as a "middleman," when a sharp burst of true energy swept in from afar, seemingly possessing the ability to traverse space, and instantly reached his face.
"Go to hell, you idiot."
A familiar female voice fell into his ear.
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