Bai Zhanji is the most scheming among this group of cultivators, and seeing Chi Wenyan in such a state, he instantly felt that sothing was amiss.
Judging by what he said, Li Jiujiu might already have been hard.
Her collection of treasures has yet to be swindled through persuasion and deception by him, how could he let others benefit first?
Bai Zhanji’s face instantly darkened: "You’re courting death!"
He gathered his energy, and as his aura surged, he was about to take down this reckless mortal.
Yet, as his spiritual power just started to circulate, a sudden dull pain arose inexplicably in his chest.
Bai Zhanji was on high alert, imdiately guessing that he had fallen into the trap of this mortal.
He dared not make a rash move, quickly channeling energy to protect his ridians and spirit platform, but that dull pain spread like wildfire, swiftly coursing through the blood in his limbs and body.
In an instant, he felt that half of his body was engulfed in a strange numbness, his entire spiritual power sinking like a cow into the sea, unable to be urged at all.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The disciples behind Bai Zhanji whose cultivation was weaker began to fall one after another, all caught in the trap.
His mind was suddenly blown!
The tea!
Chi Wenyan slowly released Hui Wuniang’s neck, his face showing signs of calming down from a crazed expression, yet his eyes were still full of bloodshot veins that hadn’t receded at all.
In those deep, boundless eyes seed to be hidden panic and unease, as if he feared sothing.
He didn’t look at the people falling one by one on the ground, Chi Wenyan staggered over to the table and poured a bowl of cold tea over his head.
After a mont, he seed a bit calr, rested against the table while panting for a short ti, watching Bai Zhanji fall into contemplation, muttering:
"There is not entirely no way out... not entirely no way out."
Bai Zhanji barely managed to protect his spirit platform from the erosion of the strange poison, gritting his teeth as he glared at Chi Wenyan, feeling extrely humiliated at being tricked by a mortal.
"Chi Wenyan! How dare you plot against us, did you not consider the consequences?"
"Consequences?" Chi Wenyan sneered, "You cultivators always think highly of yourselves, who would have thought that a swarm of cultivators would end up being tricked by a mortal.
Rest assured, the bizarre events at Yundu Villa are my best cover, your sects behind you will only believe that you fell at the hands of evil spirits, what does it have to do with ?"
"So this was all orchestrated by you!"
Bai Zhanji was extrely angry, wishing he could right now wield a sword and cut down this posing mortal into pieces!
Chi Wenyan ignored his gaze filled with hatred.
He took a blue candle out of his sleeve and lit it with a hiss, a strange fragrance rose and began to engulf everyone.
Under the fragrance’s influence, everyone fell into a dream-like state, their consciousness disappearing completely into darkness.
"Cough, cough... cough!!!"
Chi Wenyan’s hand holding the candle trembled unstably due to coughing, the bitter sweetness shaken out from his chest revealed a bit of helplessness in his eyes.
Chi Wenyan rolled up his sleeve, looking at the marks of decay beginning to form on the skin of his arm.
He gritted his teeth, his expression becoming increasingly dark and cold.
The year-long agreent with that lord was nearing its end, yet he had already lost the materials for brewing wine.
If he couldn’t deliver Spiritual Wine tonight, that lord would no longer provide him with next year’s White Jade Red Sun Pill to purify the remaining resentnt inside him.
Though he used mortal won’s bodies to transition Tea Ling Banshee’s entire demonic power, absorbing only her spiritual power to strengthen himself.
But Chi Wenyan didn’t anticipate that the Tea Ling Banshee would die so tragically, turning love into hatred, at her death, all her resentful aura infused into her flesh.
Although he prevented the banshee’s demonic energy from entering his body, he couldn’t prevent being covered in resentnt.
If next year he doesn’t purify the resentnt with the White Jade Red Sun Pill, he will be devoured and assimilated by the Tea Ling Banshee’s resentnt.
No one knows what kind of monster he will beco then!
Chi Wenyan is not soone who gives up easily, now that things have co to this, as long as he still holds value for that man, there’s no lacking even a bit of room for negotiation.
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The cold wind blew relentlessly, as night quietly descended.
Slivers of moonlight scattered on the old, dilapidated house’s beams.
During the day, Ji Yinyin didn’t drink much tea, thus she beca the first to wake up.
She opened her weary eyes, and in her view was this chilling scene, causing her heart to chill, the dim environnt making it difficult to see clearly.
She tried to move her body, only to be devastated to discover that below her waist, her body had beco wooden and completely lost sensation.
An unprecedented feeling of fear struck her heart, Ji Yinyin, never having faced such a terrifying, desperate situation, was on the verge of breaking down and crying.
The only thing she could do now was arduously turn her neck to survey her surroundings.
The young disciples and cultivators who went to Yundu Villa had mostly ended up here, their condition similar to hers.
Most of their bodies had turned strangely wooden, though not bound by ropes, looking as though they lost mobility and couldn’t escape.
Ji Yinyin’s eyes rolled quickly, until she saw the woman bound and hung by vines under the pavilion where the tablets were offered, unable to help but cry out:
"Li Jiujiu?!"
Thinking back now, Li Jiujiu went missing in the morning, likely having stumbled upon Chi Wenyan’s plot, eting a vile end.
Thank goodness judging by her state she wasn’t fatally hard.
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