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Chapter 68 Meng Xihong's Little Trap

The auction came to an end, but Meng Xihong was not in a hurry to leave. He sat quietly in Box C1, his fingertips lightly tapping the table, waiting for the Hundred Alliance Chamber of Commerce's arrangements.

Before long, Xiao Cui entered the private room again, her posture even more humble and her tone even more respectful. She held a storage bag in her hand and respectfully handed it over.

"Mr. Yun, the spiritual herbs you mentioned have been appraised by Steward Qian, and their total value is 7,300 spirit stones."

"After deducting your remaining 5,200 spirit stones, here is your change of 2,100 spirit stones. Steward Qian also specifically asked, 'Thank you for your patronage of the Merchant Guild.'"

Meng Xihong took the storage bag, scanned it with his divine sense to confirm that it was correct, and then put it away.

"Hmm." He responded calmly, his expression serene, as if everything was within his expectations.

Seeing this, Xiao Cui continued, "Mr. Yun, to ensure the safety of distinguished guests of the Bronze Marrow Token level or above, the Chamber of Commerce has set up a teleportation service. You only need to provide the approximate location, and you can be teleported directly to a nearby county."

Meng Xihong slightly raised his eyelids.

The Hundred Alliance Chamber of Commerce is indeed quite generous, willing to invest in setting up a teleportation array even for a county-level branch. Even ordinary sects would be envious and heartbroken if they saw something like that.

"Find the most secluded corner in the southeast of Qingyang County." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Xiao Cui quickly nodded and made a note of it, then led him to a hidden secret room at the back of the private room.

The secret chamber was not large, and the floor was engraved with intricate array patterns. The spirit stones embedded in the array's core emitted a soft glow.

"Mr. Yun, please stand in the center of the formation."

Meng Xihong stepped inside as instructed.

The array patterns beneath his feet suddenly lit up with a blinding white light, and a powerful spatial force instantly engulfed him.

It was an indescribable tearing sensation, as if the soul had been ripped from the body and stuffed into a high-speed spinning barrel, with all the internal organs out of place.

Fortunately, this torment only lasted for a few breaths.

When his vision cleared again, he was standing in a secluded alley in another county town. All around was quiet, with only the faint sounds of a night market drifting from afar.

Meng Xihong nodded to himself; the teleportation point was well chosen, as it wouldn't attract attention.

He did not move immediately, but stood still, his eyes flickering slightly in the shadows.

At the auction, he had already figured out most of the young master of the Huang family's personality.

Arrogant, vindictive, and narrow-minded.

This kind of person can't stand seeing others outshine him. Tonight, I not only humiliated him, but also managed to snatch one of the most prized items. Given his personality, if I don't get my revenge, he probably won't be able to sleep peacefully.

"It's better to leave a 'surprise' for later."

Meng Xihong whispered something, and with a thought, several items appeared in his hand.

Several Explosive Flame Talismans, a bottle of newly refined "Bone-Corroding Soul-Destroying Powder," and a Thunder Pearl that concealed a destructive aura.

These are all little gadgets he tinkered with in his spare time. Individually, they're nothing special, but when put together, they're absolutely disgusting.

He quickly set up the area around the teleportation point.

He silently buried the Explosive Flame Talisman underground, while the poison powder was sprinkled on several key points along the way by the night wind.

Finally, he suspended the lightning bead in mid-air at the alley entrance using an almost invisible thread of spiritual energy.

The entire trap was set up in an extremely well-hidden manner, blending seamlessly into the surrounding environment.

It will be triggered immediately if someone roughly scans this place with their divine sense.

At that time, the Explosive Flame Talisman will be the first to be hit, and the shockwave will detonate the Thunder Orb. Amidst the clash of lightning and fire, the poisonous powder will spread instantly.

Of course, this level of trap wouldn't be fatal to a cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, but it would definitely be disgusting enough.

Meng Xihong thought for a moment, then took out a few dark jars from his storage bag and chuckled.

"There's also some of the 'Golden Juice Gift' left over from last time. Now that it's been fermented for a few more years, the flavor must be even richer. I'll give it all to those who are destined to receive it."

He carefully buried the jar in the perfect spot, right in the epicenter of the explosion.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands, used the Concealing Breath Technique to suppress his aura to the third level of Qi Refining, and with a flicker, he disappeared into the night like a ghost.

The moonlight was like water, and the mountain shadows were layered. Meng Xihong avoided the main road and chose secluded paths, traveling swiftly along the way.

Meanwhile, inside the Qingyang County Hundred Alliance Chamber of Commerce, a secret transaction was underway. In VIP room number three, Huang Hao sat in a chair with a gloomy expression, while the gray-robed old man beside him was talking quietly with Steward Qian.

"Deacon Qian, we've known each other for a long time. Surely you can help with this little favor?" The old man's voice was calm, but the threat in his words was undisguised.

Steward Qian broke out in a cold sweat and waved his hands repeatedly: "Elder Huang, you are making things difficult for me. I have my own rules, and guest information will never be leaked. This is an ironclad rule."

"Oh?" Huang Hao sneered, "What if I insist on knowing?"

He was toying with a token in his hand, which was engraved with the words "Huang Clan of Qichuan County" and exuded a faint sense of pressure.

Deacon Qian's face turned deathly pale, torn between two conflicting emotions. Offending the Huang family would certainly bring him no good end as a mere deacon. But violating the rules would also incur severe punishment from the Hundred Alliance Chamber of Commerce.

Ultimately, after weighing the pros and cons, Deacon Qian compromised.

"That Mr. Yun... teleported to Tonghe County, southeast of Qingyang County, landing in an abandoned alley in the back street."

"You're smart to know what's good for you." Huang Hao snorted coldly and casually tossed out a bag of spirit stones. "Take this, consider it hush money."

After Huang Hao and the others left, the panic in Deacon Qian's eyes vanished instantly.

"Pah, what trash, a useless person who only relies on the Huang family. I can only delay you this far. Fellow Daoist Yun, from now on... good luck."

In less than a quarter of an hour, Huang Hao and his two companions arrived in the secluded alley via the teleportation array.

"They just left, their scent hasn't dissipated yet, split up and search!" Huang Hao ordered.

The two gray-robed elders immediately dispersed, their spiritual senses sweeping across the entire county like a net.

However, just as one of them scanned the teleportation point with his divine sense, an unexpected event occurred.

"boom!"

The Explosive Flame Talisman detonated instantly, sending flames soaring into the sky. Immediately afterward, the Thunder Pearl exploded, scattering lightning in all directions. The poisonous powder spread rapidly, and several blobs of foul-smelling golden liquid burst open, instantly engulfing an area of ​​ten feet in radius.

Caught off guard, the gray-robed elder managed to erect a protective spiritual shield in time, but was still blasted into a dusty mess.

A colorless and odorless poisonous powder slipped into his nostrils. At the same time, several clumps of golden liquid, detonated in the explosion, burst open like a shower of flowers, drenching him completely!
"Achoo! Achoo! Ugh~"

As soon as the old man landed, he couldn't stop sneezing, his face covered in tears and snot.

An indescribable stench assaulted his senses, making his stomach churn, and he immediately knelt on the ground and began to dry heave.

A few drops of the golden liquid even splashed into his mouth, which was agape as he gagged.

"Pfft... Ugh! Ugh! Damn it! Damn this birth!"

The old man was in a terrible state; his gray robe was ripped to shreds, half of his hair was singed, and he exuded a terrifying stench of burnt and sour smells.

The commotion immediately attracted Huang Hao and another of his men.

"What's going on?" As soon as Huang Hao got close, he was choked by a stench so bad that he had to back away and almost vomited.

"Damn it, what stinks like this! Ugh... You! Get away from me and talk to me!" Huang Hao pinched his nose, pointed at the old man with yellowish skin, and looked disgusted.

The old man coughed violently and leaned against the wall, retching. His voice trembled as he said, "Young master... there's a trap! That guy surnamed Yun... ugh... set up an array at the teleportation point to ambush us!"

Huang Hao's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.

He never dreamed that the other party not only anticipated his pursuit but also prepared such a "grand gift."

"A rogue cultivator, where do you get so many tricks up your sleeve?" Huang Hao was trembling with anger; this was even more painful than being slapped in the face.

Another old man stepped forward to examine the trap, his brows furrowed: "Young master, although the method of this trap is not very sophisticated, and the person who set it up is at most at the peak of Qi Refining, their viciousness and cunning are no ordinary person."

"Perfected Qi Refining?" Huang Hao laughed angrily. "A mere Qi Refining ant dares to provoke me?"

The frustration of the night and the disgust of the moment intertwined, causing the anger in his chest to erupt completely.

"Keep searching! Keep looking!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was choked by the stench brought by a gust of wind and gagged. He then glared at the elderly man who had been affected with the stench.

"You, stop looking! The way you look, you've not found anyone, you've just driven everyone in the city away. Go clean up and come back when the smell is gone."

"Old Zhao, let's go! I'll dig three feet into the ground to find that bastard surnamed Yun and skin him alive."

(End of this chapter)