Chapter 87: All Plans in Vain

Chapter 87: All Plans in Vain

"You... What did you do to their tea?"

Zang Ming Zhenren looked at Su Mo in astonishment.

Su Mo didn't speak but instead glanced at Liu Suifeng: "Lord Liu, why haven’t you made your move yet?"

"I need to recover from the disruption of my true qi. He also needs some time to suffer from the sword qi that entered his heart."

Liu Suifeng spoke calmly: "The Qi-Condensing Powder you put in the tea also needs some time to dissipate."

Su Mo nodded: "Then it should be about time."

The moment these six words left his mouth, a dragon's roar suddenly echoed.

Yang Xiaoyun was the first to make her move.

With a surge of her inner strength, the box on her back opened, and three silver streaks shot up into the air.

As she raised her head, she flicked her wrist, sending the foremost spear tip towards one of the seated individuals.

That person looked up, crossed his hands, and blocked the spear tip.

"The Eight Desolate Dragon-Point Cloud Spear is nothing special..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Yang Xiaoyun had already joined the remaining two spear shafts together with a focused movement. A click sounded as they connected with the spearhead, locking firmly into place.

Instantly, the low dragon's roar became high-pitched.

A faint dragon-shaped aura emerged from the spearhead.

Yang Xiaoyun gripped the spear shaft and swiftly twisted it, bypassing the man's palms and aiming straight for his face.

Seated in his chair, he had nowhere to retreat. He tilted his head, narrowly avoiding the spear.

Yang Xiaoyun flicked the spear tip, which whizzed past his cheek, taking something with it.

In the moment she retracted the spear, she caught the object—a human skin mask.

The man opposite instinctively covered his face.

But someone nearby had already recognized him and exclaimed: "Yang Zhongjun!?"

Yin Mountain’s Ghost Lord had once mentioned that in Fenhui Mountain’s Hidden Valley, various malevolent forces gathered to discuss important matters.

Among them was Yang Zhongjun.

This person had a male body but a feminine appearance, attracted to beautiful women and handsome men alike. Whenever he found someone appealing, he would secretly abduct them, torment them for a night, and then kill and dispose of the bodies.

Wherever he went, fields were littered with corpses, his methods exceedingly cruel.

Everyone present had heard of this person for a long time, and many had even pursued him before, never expecting him to be sitting right beside them now.

Yang Zhongjun no longer bothered hiding his face, chuckled, and with a flip of his hand, struck out at the person next to him.

That person was Shangguan Xiong, who, startled, thought he was doomed.

But instinctively, he raised his fist to meet the attack. As his inner strength flowed, it worked perfectly.

Yang Zhongjun's palm strike was immediately blocked, and the force pushed both him and his chair away.

Shangguan Xiong stood up abruptly: "The poison in my body is gone; it wasn't the Blood-Burning Powder after all."

Seeing this, several others also stood up.

One of them laughed loudly: "I said I didn't feel any burning sensation. Zang Ming, you called me a brute?"

"You are indeed a brute."

Teng Yuxuan, the deputy sect master of the Ink Abyss Sect, snorted: "Of everyone here, you talk the most, almost revealing our plan."

Zang Ming Zhenren was already seething with anger.

Thinking back, everything today had been meticulously calculated by Su Mo.

Sending people to deal with the survivors from Jade Willow Villa resulted in their deaths.

Trying to turn Liu Suifeng into a blood slave failed.

Planning to control the martial artists with Blood-Burning Powder only to find it replaced.

Where did he get the Qi-Condensing Powder?

And the dosage was perfect, just enough to disrupt without completely incapacitating.

If it had been a bit earlier, Yang Zhongjun and the others could have easily controlled the martial experts present.

Now, they were in a completely passive position.

All plans had been foiled by Su Mo.

At that moment, another figure flew towards the Mysterious Hermitage.

Everyone looked up in surprise: "Weng Beichen!? The Scattered Man of Green Hills!?"

Wei Ziyi smiled: "The team sent to the deep valley you mentioned has succeeded, though not everyone was saved. You mentioned some defected; it’s better they come out later."

"Exactly so."

Su Mo nodded lightly.

Qingshan Sanren first glanced at Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, then glared at Zhenren Cangming. "Well, I didn't expect that this old man would see the light of day again!"

Zhenren Cangming was at a loss for words.

Then Yang Xiaoyun spoke out loud:

"Zhangzhang Tongshen Weng Beichen, Qingshan Sanren, Feiyun Mountain guest Mo Fei..."

She spoke quickly, and in the blink of an eye, she had named nine people: "These individuals are all disguised as evil cultivators!"

"I understand, thank you, Young Escort Commander Yang!"

"Evil cultists, Youquan Cult, today we truly have a gathering of scum!"

"The audacious traitor Cangming wanted to wipe us all out, but now it's their turn to be annihilated!"

At this moment, everyone forgot about what had happened earlier and engaged in fierce combat.

Weng Beichen rushed towards 'Weng Beichen,' Qingshan Sanren towards 'Qingshan Sanren.' The remaining guests like Mo Fei did not enter the Xuanji Hut to fight but stayed outside to battle the Youquan Cult disciples.

The Xuanji Hut immediately descended into chaos.

Each of these individuals possessed extraordinary martial skills, and once they started fighting, they unleashed their full abilities. Some fought alone, others paired up, and soon the entire hut could no longer contain them.

Liu Suifeng still had not made a move. His entire aura was locked onto the leader of the Blood Sea Division of the Youquan Cult.

And this person quietly watched Liu Suifeng.

Although he had the techniques from the Youquan Scripture, the Blood Sea Restoration Record, which could drain others' lives to heal himself, external wounds were easy to treat, but the sword qi from Tianhong Heart-Questioning Sword had penetrated deep into his meridians.

During this time, he had been trying to stabilize the sword qi, barely managing to speak a few words.

He also had to be constantly on guard against Liu Suifeng's sneak attacks.

Seeing the situation in the hall, he sighed:

"It's hopeless... Those who can escape, do so!"

As he spoke, he leaped away.

"Stay!"

Liu Suifeng thrust his sword forward, forcing the man to turn and counterattack.

This sword strike had been held back for too long, and its intent was fully charged. How could it be easily countered?

In an instant, the sword qi exploded, and half of the Xuanji Hut's roof vanished under their clash.

This made things easier for those inside the Xuanji Hut.

They immediately flew up and sought their own battles.

Only Su Mo, Yang Xiaoyun, and Wei Ziyi remained unmoved.

For opposite them stood three people.

Zhenren Cangming and his two young disciples.

But these disciples no longer looked like children.

Without their disguises, their presence and aura were no less formidable than Zhenren Cangming's.

Zhenren Cangming looked at Su Mo: "All of this is your doing!"