Chapter 410 Who Says the Strange Clan Has No Strategies?

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Chapter 410: Chapter 410 Who Says the Strange Clan Has No Strategies? "Saw it! What’s wrong?" The Black Scale Man licked his lips, his tongue forked like a viper. "She is our chance to enter the Huang Clan!" "What do you mean?" "Capturing her would earn us great merit from the Huang Clan!" said Hei Bai Lin. The Black Scale Man frowned: "Why?" "Because she is the person the Huang Clan wants to eliminate the most!" said Hei Bai Lin. "The Huang Clan and the Li Clan have been enemies for generations. They want to eliminate anyone from the Li Clan royal family. Why does Brother Bai say this woman is the person the Huang Clan wants to eliminate the most? Is she somehow special?" "She is the third daughter, Li Xueyi, the favorite of the current Clan Leader of the Li Clan, who is about to be betrothed to the Long Ear Clan." Brother Bai’s forehead, marked with a bright white scale, seemed even more luminous at this moment. The Black Scale Man suddenly understood: "Once they wed, the special skills of the Long Ear Clan will serve as a suppression against the Huang Clan. Therefore, the Huang Clan will spare no effort to sabotage this marriage, and the most effective way is to take out the third miss who bears the mission of the betrothal!" "Brother Wu comprehends!" Brother Bai said with a smile. Brother Wu was excited, his face full of black scales glowed with a hint of red, but he glanced over and took a deep breath: "Brother Bai’s excellent strategy is tempting, but the pure royal bloodline of the Li Clan is not easy to capture. Even if we inform the Huang Clan of her itinerary, capturing her might not be easy. Otherwise, she wouldn’t dare to flaunt herself outside." That’s where the problem lies. They both saw the value of this royal miss. Others could see it too. Even in Flame City, there were people from the Huang Clan. Knowing her itinerary isn’t the real issue; the real problem is how to capture her. The royal bloodline of the Li Clan is terrifyingly powerful. With a mysterious gleam in his eye, Brother Bai said: "Capturing her with pure strength? Don’t even think about it. We might consider using poison!" "Poison? What kind of poison can affect her?" "This!" Brother Bai slightly raised his hand and lifted the bag beside him, opening it to reveal seven crystal-clear snow-white fruits. "Han Tan Qing Fruit!" Brother Wu’s eyebrows furrowed fiercely: "Is this fruit poisonous?" "This fruit is not poisonous, but combined with another thing, it can create a special effect—disabling the bloodline power for one hour." Brother Bai said, "This is my latest research result." "Combined with what?" "Forget River Forget Sorrow Tea! Her journey..." Brother Bai lowered his voice, leaned towards Brother Wu’s ear, their whispers fully heard by Lin Xiaosu through his Heavenly Tao Primordial Spirit. He had to admit, wisdom truly knows no bounds. Even underground, even among Earth Core Strange Race not belonging to ordinary humans, there are ingenious plots. This might be the survival strategy in a chaotic little Jianghu of the era. Harsh living conditions, a turbulent Jianghu situation, compel everyone to grow, either through strength or wit. Brother Bai’s approach to poisoning almost refreshed Lin Xiaosu’s definition of savage folk. The Han Tan Qing Fruit he presented is not poisonous at all and is even a rare item for cultivation for those with special bloodlines. The Forget River Forget Sorrow Tea they mentioned is not a poison either. Neither are precious consumables poisonous, but when combined, they can freeze a person’s bloodline power for an hour to two hours. Under normal circumstances, even if the bloodline power is sealed for two hours, it doesn’t matter. However, if calculated with malice, utilizing this time window to commit robbery and murder, it’s a different story. Immediately, Brother Bai brought in a waiter. This waiter was also a Lin Clan member; he took three Han Tan Qing Fruits and handed them to the waiter, whispering a few words, and the waiter departed on his command. The next moment, he entered the private room of the blonde beauty. Offering a tray with the snow-white, crystal-clear Han Tan Qing Fruits on it. The Li Clan’s Third Miss Li Xueyi’s eyes lit up: "You still have Han Tan Qing Fruit here?" "Yes!" said the waiter. "Our shop owner says, valued guest visits, nothing worthy enough for you, specially gifted three fruits as a post-liquor dessert." "Not bad! Your shop is quite generous; this lady likes it a lot! Come, Jiao’er, add money!" The silver-haired maid beside her raised a hand, placing a small sack on the tray. The waiter bowed and retreated. Li Xueyi reached out, picked up a Han Tan Qing Fruit, felt the icy touch, and felt thoroughly refreshed: "Each of you eat one." The sturdy elder continuously shook his head: "Miss likes eating fruits; let the Miss have them." "We’re outside, there shouldn’t be so many rules," Li Xueyi said. "Three people, three fruits, one for each!" "Thank you, Miss!" The two of them also picked up the Han Tan Qing Fruits and ate them. Without the slightest hesitation. Simply because Han Tan Qing Fruit itself is not poisonous. Moreover, it was sent over as after-meal tea dessert by the waiter—this is exactly Brother Bai’s smartest move. If they sent it, as the Clan Leader’s rightful daughter, Li Xueyi definitely wouldn’t accept unknown fruits, but the waiter delivering it under the teahouse’s name eliminated all of her doubts. In fact, as the Li Tian Clan, they are not afraid of poison either. The three of them ate the Han Tan Qing Fruits, while Lin Xiaosu secretly sighed—risks in Jianghu are truly everywhere. The two people next door also clearly saw it through the window, their faces filled with joy. Brother Bai stretched out his hand, and a black beetle flapped its wings and flew out of the window. This is the thing used to convey information to the Huang Clan. The information was sent out. On Li Xueyi’s side, they finished their meal and left the teahouse. Outside the teahouse was a huge silver beast, flat-bodied. The three of them mounted the beast’s back, the beast rose, its many legs underneath stretching, and it moved out of the city, heading toward a forest. As they departed, the black-and-white scales next door followed them. Lin Xiaosu, with a movement of his foot, followed as well. No one paid attention to them. Because the path they were on was a main road, many people traveled it. The road led through the forest. It overturned Lin Xiaosu’s concept of a "forest." This forest grew a type of wood called Black Iron. It only had trunks and branches, but no leaves, bare and shiny black. Lin Xiaosu broke off a branch and found it extremely hard, almost like iron wire. Most buildings in the city were made of this Black Iron Wood, preventing fire, dampness, and were very durable. It’s common for a house to last several centuries. There was no grass in the forest. No leaves. No ever-present chirping of birds or insects. He had never entered such a clean forest, nor such a quiet one. Passing through the forest, the main road stretched forward. Lin Xiaosu couldn’t distinguish east from west, or night from day. Because there was no sun, no moon, only the eternal glow from the never-ending volcanic eruptions. Occasionally, there would be wind, but it was hot wind. By Lin Xiaosu’s perception, the air temperature was about forty to fifty degrees, akin to a scorching summer day in the outside world. Apart from the great desert, almost every sweltering summer outside offers some cool places, but here, there were no cool spots—all places were the same. Lin Xiaosu was thankful that his cultivation was extraordinary. If he were an ordinary person, in such an environment, he might suffer from heatstroke within half a day. But he was not an ordinary person; he had the Blood Tower within him. The outside heat tried to steam him to death, but the True Qi of the Blood Tower inside him brought strands of coolness, locking in the body’s moisture. The large flat Big Silver Snake moved forward at a speed comparable to a horse. Lin Xiaosu moved lightly, maintaining a distance of three hundred meters from them. The two Lin Clan members moved erratically, not taking the correct path. In Lin Xiaosu’s perception, sometimes they were ahead, sometimes behind. After traveling about fifty li, a white wooden house appeared ahead. On the white wooden house were four ancient characters: Forget Sorrow Tea House. "Forget Sorrow Tea House, how many years has it been open?" someone behind Lin Xiaosu asked. This was a fellow traveler accompanying him. Three extremely thin people, of the three-eyed race, the San yan Clan. "Three hundred years, perhaps!" "Forget Worry Tea is made from seven rare herbs. It’s said the cost is not cheap. One tael of silver for a bowl is purely at cost. Do you wonder why she never raises the price? If she doubled it, people would still drink it." "Not just doubled; even ten times the price couldn’t stop people. After all, ahead is Naihe Valley. Without drinking Forget Worry Tea, crossing is impossible," the initial speaker said. "I’ve heard it’s Granny Cui’s form of redemption." "Redemption? What do you mean?" "Her husband died in Naihe Valley, eaten by robbery insects. Deeply guilty, Granny Cui opened this charitable house and for three hundred years has saved people from the mouths of robbery insects..." Listening to this legend, Lin Xiaosu’s inner wariness quietly lifted. If Granny Cui indeed opened this tea house three hundred years ago purely for redemption, her involvement in today’s assassination would be nearly impossible. Perhaps she doesn’t even know that combining her bowl of Forget Worry Tea with the Han tan qing Fruit results in some incredible transformation. After all, the trees here don’t even grow leaves, let alone flowers or fruits. Fruits in this world are extreme luxury items. How likely is it for someone to consume a Han tan qing Fruit and then drink Forget Worry Tea? Oh, right! Brother Bai also said: This is a result I just experimented to achieve. A genius alchemist, experimenting... Lin Xiaosu stepped onto the flat land in front of the Forget Sorrow Tea House and saw an old woman. The old woman had graying hair and a kind face, yet she had no eyes. Where eyes should have been, there were none. She was of the Mang Clan. Though without eyes, she seemed to understand the surrounding commotion perfectly well. Walking to the doorway, she addressed the three Li Tian Clan members descending from the silver flatworm, "Are you three here for a bowl of Forget Worry Tea?" "Four bowls!" the maid named Jiao’er said, "Our mount needs one too." "Very well!" Granny Cui went inside and brought out a tray with four bowls of pale yellow tea. Each of the three drank a bowl, and the Large Flat Silverworm extended a tendril to drink one as well. Then, they continued their journey. Lin Xiaosu entered the tea house. "Young master, would you like a bowl of Forget Worry Tea?" Granny Cui asked. Lin Xiaosu was very curious, "Granny, how did you know I was a young master?" "I sensed the young master’s aura, reminiscent of my husband’s charming aura." Granny Cui chuckled lightly, "So you must be a graceful worldly gentleman." "Granny, you are truly elegant and humorous!" Lin Xiaosu replied, "I’ll have a bowl of Forget Worry Tea." Granny Cui entered the inner room and came out with a bowl of tea. Lin Xiaosu gave her a silver note of one tael. He picked up the bowl and took a sip. The tea was slightly sweet, quenching his thirst. His body’s Blood Tower spun happily with no abnormalities. He lifted his gaze, through the Black Iron trees ahead, seeing the familiar Large Flat Silverworm crossing a hill, heading straight into a deep valley. It disappeared into the dense fog. Lin Xiaosu’s form arose, following behind.

Chapter 410 Who Says the Strange Clan Has No Strategies?

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