Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness

Chapter 1272: Will Smiling San Sheng Wait A Hundred Years For Revenge? (1)

Chapter 1272: Will Smiling San Sheng Wait A Hundred Years For Revenge? (1)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The solemn hall was surrounded by immortal energy.

In the center of the hall, there was a huge screen with a painting of a peach blossom fairy on it. The petals were in full, mesmerizing bloom.

The immortal intent enchanted the people.

Jiang Hao sat by the screen and marveled at the place.

He was shocked that a middle-stage Primordial Soul Realm cultivator was so extravagant.

When he was in the Primordial Spirit Realm, he did not even have enough spirit stones, let alone a mansion.

After a moment, someone brought tea.

He picked up a teacup and sipped the tea. He found it only decent enough.

It was not worth more than two hundred spirit stones.

The taste was quite alright.

He recalled that Hong Yuye preferred expensive tea leaves, but she was okay with cheaper ones too.

It seemed the other party also valued the taste of tea highly.

So, after smelling the tea’s aroma, he tried it.

Even though the tea was non-toxic, combining it with the scent of the flowers on the screen made it toxic.

After enduring Bai Ye’s poison for many years, he understood something about poison and toxicity.

Moreover, his perception was quite good.

Such obvious things were naturally discernible.

Seeing Jiang Hao drink the tea, Bai Ye followed suit and tasted it.

Duan Tiancheng remained unmoved.

He did not think it was safe to drink anything here.

Even after waiting for an hour, their host did not return.

Everyone felt increasingly displeased.

Why did they always have to wait for people who were always late?

“Senior Brother Duan, have some tea,” said Bai Ye.

“Why?” Duan Tiancheng asked.

He didn’t dare underestimate Bai Ye. Bai Ye used to be stronger than him.

The current Bai Ye was not someone ordinary, either.

“By the time we finish drinking the tea, he will finally arrive,” Bai Ye said with a smile.

Duan Tiancheng frowned.

“It’s fine, Senior Brother Duan. You can drink it,” said Bai Ye.

Hearing this, Duan Tiancheng sighed inwardly and finally raised the tea and drank it all.

Shortly after, they heard urgent footsteps outside as though the person did not dare delay any longer.

Huang Hongyang walked quickly into the hall and stopped in front of Jiang Hao. He said respectfully, “Immortals, apologies for keeping you waiting. It took time to find proper rooms and clothes for bathing for the others. Please forgive me.”

“Fellow Daoist, your mansion is so grand. How could it be so difficult to find a place to bathe and change?” Jiang Hao asked.

“That is true. But the esteemed guests were not satisfied with the arrangements, so finding new rooms took some time,” said Huang Hongyang.

“I see.” Jiang Hao nodded. “Tell me about the mine.”

“Well…” Huang Hongyang hesitated, then said, “The ladies instructed not to discuss it before they arrived. I’m just a mere guard and can’t afford to offend them. I hope you can understand.”

Jiang Hao nodded and sensed the poison in his body. It would probably stay in his body for another four hours. After a few days, the poison would take effect, and he would most likely lose his cultivation.

It was not a bad strategy.

“Is there anyone else besides you who knows about the mine?” Jiang Hao suddenly asked.

“Aside from me, no one else has access to the mine’s secrets,” Huang Hongyang said.

Jiang Hao appraised him.

He found everything strange. Why would this person try to provoke them with no reason?

Why would he lie and poison them and try to sow discord with those from the Fallen Moon Sect?

Soon, the feedback appeared.

[Huang Hongyang: Inner sect disciple of the Wind Lightning Sect. Guardian of the Hundred Rivers Mine. In the middle stage of the Primordial Spirit Realm. He discovered a treasure in the mine and became extremely excited. However, your arrival for the competition posed a threat to him. He intends to have you all kill each other, and the poison he administered will cause the Primordial Spirit Realm cultivators to lose their powers for three days. It’ll take effect after seven days. That would be the best time to kill you. He’s the only one familiar with the mine’s secrets and is confident you won’t kill him. He believes both sides will try to win him over for the competition.]

‘He found a treasure?’ Jiang Hao was surprised. What kind of treasure would make someone take such risks?

The guard was only at the middle stage of the Primordial Spirit Realm and was planning to kill two middle-stage, two late-stage, and two peak-stage Primordial Spirit Realm cultivators.

It was a death wish.

Did he not realize that?

The present Primordial Spirit Realm cultivators had already sensed it.

Jiang Hao was not interested in the treasure, but he doubted this guard would ever believe him.

Jiang Hao slowly got up.

This sudden movement surprised the others.

Duan Tiancheng also stood up.

Jiang Hao walked up to Huang Hongyang and said, “Lead the way to the mine.”

With a thud, Huang Hongyang fell to the ground on his knees and begged. “Immortal, the lady said that she would kill me if I led the way. Please spare me.”

He bowed deeply.

To everyone watching, he seemed like the victim.

Anyone who knelt and begged obviously seemed like the innocent one.

The path of cultivation was long. For enough benefit, begging and kneeling was nothing.

Begging on his knees today meant he could send these people off tomorrow.

Jiang Hao looked at the person in front of him and felt that there was no need to cause any trouble.

Since the other party was determined not to lead the way, he would not force him.

At that moment, he smelled a fragrance. Bai Ye was holding a bead-like toy between his fingers.

Turning back to Huang Hongyang, he noticed the other party was also poisoned at some point.

“Alright.” Jiang Hao helped him up and patted him on his shoulder. “Rest well.”

After that, Jiang Hao turned and left.

The others, puzzled, could only follow.

Watching Jiang Hao leave, Huang Hongyang frowned slightly. He felt strange.

He immediately called someone over.

“Master.” A young man knelt on one knee.