Chapter 279: Chapter 239: Divine Techniques, Blood Boiling Poison

As everyone awoke, streaks of escape light appeared on Yuqing Mountain.

If attacking Han Wen now would ignite a battle, it would be discovered by everyone, and there would be no escaping the blame of internal strife amidst a great enemy, followed by dire consequences. Zhuang Qing had no choice but to reluctantly hold back.

Han Wen chuckled innocently, all smiles: "It is fate, Elder Zhuang, don’t rush. We have plenty of time ahead."

The various Foundation Establishment cultivators soared into the air, searching everywhere, and upon seeing Sect Leader Lu Qian and three other Feathered Scholars gathered in the square, they followed suit and flew over to stand together.

While exchanging greetings, a sudden exclamation echoed from not far away.

Second Elder Kong Lingde of the Kong Family rushed over holding a body, his eyes bloodshot, shouting at the crowd in deep grief: "Who did this! Who killed our Patriarch!"

In that instant, the scene fell silent, and a pin could be heard dropping.

Lu Qian scanned the scene, seeing that the person Kong Lingde held was none other than the Patriarch of the Kong Family, Kong Xingrong!

This former Late-Stage Foundation Establishment Feathered Scholar, with blood staining half his clothing, bore a long scar on his neck, and was unmistakably dead!

The crowd wore expressions of shock, their voices rising in uproar.

Zhuang Qing, feeling stirred, shouted loudly: "It was Han Wen! He broke the Heart Demon Illusion Realm and woke up earlier than us! When I awoke, he was about to strike me, and had Sect Leader Lu of the Yunshan Sect not saved me, I would have been dead too!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was startled, collectively stepping back, eyeing Han Wen in the middle with fear.

Indeed, the deceased was the Patriarch of the Kong Family, and this Fatty Han was the one most likely to have killed him!

Kong Lingde roared furiously, his sword bursting into bright blue light, about to charge at Han Wen. Han Wen hurriedly shouted: "Innocent! I just woke up a moment ago, I know nothing. This is Zhuang Qing and Lu Qian falsely accusing me, intending to use your hand to eliminate me!"

Amidst the chaos, yet another figure approached swiftly.

Zhang Hansong, a short-statured Honored Guest Elder of the Shahe Gang, shouted in fright, dragging a body close: "Gang Leader Han! Gang Leader Han! The Vice Gang Leader is dead!"

Han Wen’s small eyes immediately widened, and he dashed forward to see the body of Huangfu Zhuqing in his hands. Huangfu Zhuqing’s heart had been pierced, and he too perished within the Illusion Realm!

Despite seeing his former foe dead before him, a chill spread through Lu Qian’s heart. This meant someone else had woken early and struck harshly!

Who could the killer be?

The Shahe Gang’s Vice Gang Leader was also slain, seemingly exonerating Han Wen, yet nothing could be said for certain.

The methods of death varied; the killer could be one person, two people, or even several.

Everyone present was under suspicion, even their own people couldn’t be ruled out.

Considering the Kong Family Patriarch’s death, why couldn’t it be that Kong Lingde aimed to seize leadership, killing Kong Xingrong in the process?

Moreover, Han Wen was a ruthless individual, and Huangfu Zhuqing’s Early-Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation was of little benefit to him. Could it be Han Wen who killed Huangfu Zhuqing, merely to frame others and clear himself of suspicion?

For now, only Lu Qian and Guh Niqiang could be confirmed not to have killed, and even Zhuang Qing...

Who knows if he woke beforehand and pretended to sleep? Otherwise, how did he wake precisely at the pivotal moment?

Lu Qian became cautious, pulling Guh Niqiang back a step.

With two mysterious Foundation Establishment deaths, tensions peaked, entrenched vendettas among those present made them hostile to one another, on the verge of erupting into chaos.

Just then, a loud shout came from above: "What are you all doing! Faced with a great enemy, do you wish to die?"

It turned out to be three Peak Masters from the Xuanguang Sect, along with a Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, shouting angrily.

Lu Qian had a thought—why were there still people missing? Where was Xuanguang Sect’s Sect Leader Li Xingyuan and the others?

Then, Master Fengfeng’s voice resonated through Yuqing Mountain: "Various Feathered Scholars, quickly ascend to fight the enemy!"

At this time, Master Moyun, disregarding his vital energy, urged a Secret Technique, temporarily stabilizing the Primordial Pearl in mid-air. Realizing this was the final chance, Master Fengfeng decisively gathered all forces for one last battle.

He shook the Celestial Cyan Fan, its yang side stirring a storm, and yin side unleashing continuous Wind Blades at Master Moyun. Master Moyun roared, brandishing the Poison Dragon Stepping Cloud Banner to block several times, yet his Spiritual Power was greatly depleted, forcing him to retreat.

With the Primordial Pearl right in front, Master Fengfeng was overjoyed, reaching out to grab it into his hand.

At that moment, he couldn’t help but utter a soft exclamation. Why was the Treasure Pearl heating?

Just then, Master Moyun burst into laughter.

"You fell for it!"

The Divine Technique, Blood Boiling Poison!

Suddenly, a bright red glowed on the Treasure Pearl! It was the heart’s blood previously spat onto it by Master Moyun, now boiling into a formidable, pervasive poison! 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Yet Master Fengfeng merely smiled coldly, as brilliance shone on his hand, unveiling a translucent glove bathed in radiant light, encapsulating the rising poisonous gas. Simultaneously, he swiftly retreated, using Spiritual Power to remotely control the glove and hold the Treasure Pearl within.

"Ha, knowing you would use Poison Skill, how could I not be prepared?" Master Fengfeng smirked confidently, "This Cyan Rattan Immortal Spirit Hand is perfect for this situation. Though your supernatural poison is formidable, the Immortal Spirit Hand can resist it for a while. I am the supreme of a sect, with countless treasures, how could a Loose Cultivator like you compete with me?"

Yet Master Moyun merely stared coldly at him, as if gazing at a corpse.

In the blink of an eye, Master Fengfeng felt excruciating pain in his Dantian, his Spiritual Power thrown into chaos, and he involuntarily spat a mouthful of jet-black poisonous blood!

Master Fengfeng hurriedly checked internally, finding the Qinghong Mirror, pierced by the Primordial Pearl, suspended in his Dantian, emitting a large cloud of red poisonous mist wreaking havoc within.

Only then did he realize, panic-stricken, and again involuntarily spat out more poisonous blood!

Typically, every Golden Core cultivator stores a Magical Treasure in their Dantian beside their Golden Core for nourishment. This act inevitably became his downfall.

Apparently, when Master Moyun forced the Primordial Pearl out of the Spirit Vein, he had already spat a mouthful of heart’s blood onto it. As the Primordial Pearl flew out from the Spirit Vein’s cave, piercing the Qinghong Mirror, this heart’s blood stained the mirror and was subsequently drawn into Master Fengfeng’s Dantian.

Understanding everything, it was already too late.

This was the blood poison created by Divine Techniques, inherently extraordinary, dissolving upon meeting blood, it spreads immediately. In mere seconds, Master Fengfeng’s body was filled with poisonous blood!

Suddenly he felt dizziness, his vision blurred, like a bird with broken wings, he fell headlong from the sky!