313: Five poisonous miasma!

If that's the case... Hu Tiangang is likely truly dead, and very possibly died at this person's hands!

And all that talk about Hu Family internal strife, surrendering as a vassal, and blood curse transmissions—it was all fake!

All of this was a meticulously planned scheme by Murong Jingyang!

A scheme using the Hu Family as bait to trigger a death match between the Teng and Liu families!

Having figured it all out, Teng Qianjue's gaze toward Murong Jingyang became incredibly complex.

There was wariness, anger, lingering fear, and even a trace of indescribable admiration!

This person's forbearance and ruthlessness could truly be called that of a formidable hegemon!

To achieve his goals, he could even use his own offspring as discarded pawns; the entire Hu Family was toyed with in the palm of his hand, reduced to mere sacrifices.

But it was precisely because of this that such a character was the most dangerous!

"This person absolutely cannot be allowed to live!!"

This thought rose simultaneously in the hearts of Teng Qianjue and Liu Wusheng.

The two quickly exchanged looks; the mortal enemies who had just been fighting to the death now turned their swords into plowshares, temporarily setting aside their grievances and reaching a silent understanding.

They slowly shifted their positions, one to the left and one to the right, faintly forming a pincer formation as they faced Murong Jingyang from a distance.

Facing their minor movements, Murong Jingyang's eyes remained calm.

He stood in mid-air, indifferently sweeping his gaze over the wary Teng Qianjue and Liu Wusheng, his lips slowly curling into an arc.

"Fellow Daoists, it's been three years since we last met, and you both still possess such grace!"

His voice was low, yet carried a playful tone.

Hearing this, Liu Wusheng's face turned ashen, and he immediately barked a question.

"Murong Jingyang, you were the one pulling the strings in the shadows. To act in such a way, provoking a fight between our two families—what exactly do you intend!"

"What do I intend?" Murong Jingyang chuckled, his gaze landing on the two of them. "Naturally, I am inviting you both to contribute to the Exalted One's grand ambitions!"

"What Exalted One? What grand ambitions? Could it be you want to monopolize the Black Sha Marsh!"

Teng Qianjue's face was gloomy as he questioned coldly.

He felt that Murong Jingyang was essentially the same kind of person as himself, and that what he sought and plotted for must be the same.

However, facing his questioning, Murong Jingyang only gave him a faint glance.

"The Black Sha Marsh?" Shaking his head, Murong Jingyang's tone was filled with disdain.

His gaze then turned deep as he looked beyond the Black Sha Marsh, as if he could see that vast land in the extremely far distance.

"Only the Inner Domain Grotto-Heavens can carry the Exalted One's vision!"

Teng Qianjue had already been quite incensed by Murong Jingyang's contemptuous gaze, and the fire in his heart flared up.

But upon hearing the subsequent words, his expression almost broke, and he finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahaha, what arrogant words! Murong Jingyang, I think you've damaged your brain from Cultivating. To think you'd dare to dream of the Grotto-Heaven lands! It's simply a fool's dream, laughable!"

"Fellow Daoist Teng is exactly right!"

Beside him, Liu Wusheng was also doubled over with laughter at these words, showing none of the dignified bearing of a Golden Core Immortal Master as he followed with mockery.

"Murong Jingyang, you are now merely a junior who stepped into the Golden Core stage only three years ago. You've likely long forgotten your appearance as a stray dog back then!"

"Back then was back then, and now is now!"

Murong Jingyang shook his head, not becoming angry because of their mockery.

Instead, he looked at the two, tilted his head, and asked with a face full of confusion.

"Fellow Daoists, have you really not noticed that something is wrong with yourselves?"

"What?"

The two were stunned, momentarily not understanding why Murong Jingyang would say something so seemingly random.

But as Golden Core Immortal Masters, years of experience allowed them to react quickly, immediately urging their Divine Thought to sense their own state.

Yet after searching for a moment, they found nothing and did not perceive anything wrong.

"Could it be this person is amusing himself at our expense!"

Thinking of this, their faces instantly twisted.

As the saying goes, things shouldn't happen more than three times, yet this person had toyed with them repeatedly!

And the two of them were being led by the nose, played for fools!

In an instant, the anger in their hearts was ignited, and killing intent boiled in their eyes.

"Heh, as expected, they've fallen for it!"

Feeling the two surges of soaring killing intent locked onto him, Murong Jingyang's heart remained unperturbed.

Did they really think he was so idle as to chat with them? That was merely a smokescreen.

In reality, he had long since secretly activated the Six Desires Heavenly Demon Art, using the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to trigger the Blood Fiend Qi permeating the field, silently influencing their minds.

It was just that Teng and Liu had been in a fierce battle earlier and were already in a poor state, and then their emotions were deliberately guided, so they hadn't noticed in the slightest!

The reason he went to such great lengths was to seize their minds and take the opportunity to control the two; otherwise, he would have long since acted to suppress them.

"However, this should be enough!"

Watching their provoked emotions, the corners of Murong Jingyang's mouth turned up.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm upward, as a wisp of iridescent mist swirled around his fingertips as if it were alive.

This was the Five Poison Miasma!

It was the Five Poison Qi evolved from cultivating the Seven Emotions and refining the Six Desires, known as Greed, Anger, Ignorance, Arrogance, and Doubt. It could trigger the deepest desires and emotions within a living being, turning them into nourishment or a Sharp Weapon!

The method could be described as eerie and malicious, making it impossible to guard against.

Teng Qianjue and Liu Wusheng had already entered the miasma due to their desires, and now they were further eroded by the Five Poisons, completely falling into Murong Jingyang's calculations.

However, they were Golden Core Immortal Masters after all. Although the desires of the Five Poisons were stirred, their instinctive spiritual awareness continued to warn them, causing a look of clarity to occasionally flash in their eyes as their thoughts cleared from the Chaos for a moment.

And this brief clarity was like a curtain being pulled back; the two instantly realized something was wrong. They were both shocked and angry, but more than that, they felt a chill in their hearts.

The opponent's strength was not only unfathomable, but his methods were even more bizarre!

However, they didn't have much time to think about anything else. They knew in their hearts that they couldn't let this continue and had to end the battle quickly!

Otherwise, the longer it dragged on, the easier it would be to be influenced by the opponent's bizarre methods.

"Fellow Daoist Teng, let's attack together and slay this scoundrel!"

"It should be so!"

Teng Qianjue gnashed his teeth in agreement. However, he first performed a Heart-Clearing Incantation, then took out a Talisman to protect his Sea of Consciousness. Finally, green light flared around him as that ancient vine phantom emerged once more, more solid than before, with countless vines dancing like a swarm of snakes.

Liu Wusheng no longer held back either, using almost every method to clear his Divine Thought.

Then his Golden Core cultivation erupted fully, with nine giant fire dragons circling his body, the intense heat scorching the air until it twisted.

The two Golden Core Immortal Masters cast aside all grievances and viewed Murong Jingyang as a mortal enemy that must be eradicated, launching a joint attack!

Yet, facing the furious joint attack of two Golden Cores, Murong Jingyang's face still showed no sign of panic.

He didn't even make an obvious defensive posture, just standing there quietly, light flowing in his eyes like two bottomless dark pools, reflecting the overwhelming offensive coming his way.

He merely opened his lips and lightly spat out a single word.

"Anger!"