From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 433 Undercurrents Add to the Chaos

The Wind Demon King's "Interesting" was like a pebble thrown into a seemingly calm lake, creating ripples.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, eased a little. I wiped away non-existent beads of sweat from my forehead, finally taking the first step.

Representatives from both the immortal and demon races took their seats in a slightly stiff atmosphere.

I looked around, trying to appear relaxed, and forced what I thought was a fairly natural smile.

But before the smile could fully bloom, it froze on her face.

A strange, sweet fragrance gradually filled the air, like the scent of some kind of flower, yet mixed with an indescribable... rottenness?

I frowned. Where was this smell coming from?

Immediately afterwards, a commotion arose from the demons' side.

A young demon warrior suddenly turned deathly pale, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain.

"What's going on?" The Wind Demon King's voice was deep, tinged with displeasure.

The demon warrior pointed tremblingly at the pastries on the table, managing to utter a few words with difficulty: "They're...poisonous..."

My heart sank. Poison? What happened?

More demon warriors began to show similar symptoms, turning pale and foaming at the mouth, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

"It's the Immortal Clan! They poisoned us!" a demon elder roared, his eyes burning with fury. He drew his weapon and pointed it at the Immortal Clan representative opposite him.

"Nonsense! How could we poison you!" Fairy Zhao retorted immediately, her tone tinged with panic.

"It wasn't us! We didn't touch those pastries at all!" another immortal disciple hurriedly defended himself.

Inside the venue, the atmosphere became tense again, and the situation that had just eased collapsed instantly.

Am I just going to let all my efforts and plans go to waste?

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside me, like a cold hand tightly gripping my heart.

Mo Yan tried his best to maintain order, shouting, "Everyone calm down! Let's find out the truth first!" But in the face of anger and fear, his voice sounded so powerless.

Just then, Li Xianren's shrill voice, like a sharp knife, pierced my eardrums.

"Hmph, a ruse! It must be a ruse by the demons! They deliberately took poison to frame us!"

His words were like a bucket of gasoline poured onto a raging fire of anger.

Some of the previously calm representatives of the Immortal Clan began to waver, their eyes filled with suspicion and hostility as they looked at the Demon Clan.

"Master Li! Shut up!" I turned around abruptly, glaring at him. This stubborn old man was simply a troublemaker!

He met my gaze without fear, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"What? Xiao Yao, did I hit the nail on the head? Do you think you can fool everyone? Don't you know what kind of people the demons are?"

I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my anger. Now was not the time to argue with him; the most important thing was to find out the truth and control the situation.

I looked at the Wind Demon King; his face was terribly gloomy, like the dark clouds before a storm.

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but found my throat dry and unable to make a sound.

“Xiao Yao,” Elder Sun walked to my side, his tone tinged with helplessness, “I think… it’s best to forget it. The hatred between the immortal and demon races runs too deep; peaceful coexistence is simply impossible. Doing this will only be a waste of your energy, and might even…”

I interrupted him before he could finish his words.

"No! I will not give up!" My voice was not loud, but it was unusually firm.

I looked at Elder Sun, my eyes shining with determination. "I believe peace is achievable! I will find the truth and let everyone know who is interfering!"

However, a sense of unease was creeping into my heart.

Who poisoned it?

What is their purpose?

I felt dizzy and everything in front of me became blurry.

Could it be that I've been poisoned too?

No... Impossible...

I struggled to steady myself, and suddenly the Wind Demon King's gloomy face appeared before me. His voice was deep and filled with oppressive power, "Who did this..."

The Wind Demon King's rage, like a volcano about to erupt, burned my cheeks.

His body was filled with surging demonic energy, and his scarlet eyes seemed to be dripping blood. He gritted his teeth and spat out a few words: "Good! Very good! The Immortal Clan really has no sincerity in negotiating!" He suddenly stood up, and with a wave of his wide robe sleeves, a powerful wave of demonic energy swept out, shattering the tables and chairs.

"let's go!"

The demon representatives rose to their feet and followed the Wind Demon King, preparing to leave the venue, which had become a powder keg.

I was extremely anxious, watching as the hard-won peace talks were about to break down, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in my heart.

No!

I can't give up like this!

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. Wait, something's not right!

That sweet, cloying fragrance lingered around my nose, impossible to shake off.

I took a deep sniff, trying hard to discern the scent.

It didn't smell like any kind of magical herb or potion I knew; instead... it smelled more like some kind of flower from the mortal world.

However, the fragrance of the flowers was mixed with a hint of decay, and the two combined to create an eerie atmosphere.

And those poisoned demon warriors, their symptoms didn't seem to be from poisons commonly used by the immortals.

Most of the poisons used by the immortals are potent and swift, causing those poisoned to experience a rapid and severe reaction, unlike now where the initial mild abdominal pain gradually worsens.

Could it be... that someone deliberately framed him?

A thought flashed through my mind, a bold guess.

Could it be a third-party force trying to sabotage the peace talks between the immortal and demon races?

I looked around, my gaze sweeping over everyone present, trying to find a clue from their expressions and eyes.

Suddenly, my gaze fell upon a corner.

A person dressed in a gray robe and wearing a straw hat was quietly backing away, seemingly wanting to leave the venue.

it's him!

My gut feeling tells me there's something wrong with this person!

Without thinking twice, I flashed forward and stood in front of the gray-robed man.

"Stop!" My voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

The man in the gray robe paused, then abruptly raised his head, revealing his face beneath the bamboo hat.

It was an unfamiliar face, pale and thin, with shifty eyes.

"What...what do you want to do?" His voice trembled slightly, clearly frightened by my actions.

I gave a cold laugh, reached out, and grabbed his wrist.

"What do I want? I want you to explain yourself!" I emphasized, and secretly tightened my grip.

"Ah!" The gray-robed man screamed, and a porcelain bottle in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

An even richer, sweeter aroma wafted from the bottle.

"What is this?" I asked sharply.

The gray-robed man was deathly pale, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

I picked up the fragments from the ground and examined them closely. I found that some powdery substances remained on the fragments.

I brought the powder to my nose and smelled it; a familiar, sweet, and cloying fragrance wafted up.

really!

I already have the answer in my heart.

This is a poison called "Heart-Rotting Flower," which originates from the mortal realm. It is not highly toxic, but it can cause symptoms similar to poisoning.

The most distinctive feature of this flower is its fragrance, which is sweet with a hint of decay.

I suddenly raised my head, looked at the Wind Demon King, and shouted, "Wind Demon King, wait a moment! I know who poisoned me!"

My words struck like a thunderclap in the meeting hall.

All eyes were on me.

I pointed at the man in the gray robe and said, "It's him! He's the real culprit who poisoned us!"

The Wind Demon King narrowed his eyes, looking at the gray-robed man, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Speak! Who ordered you to do this!"

The gray-robed man trembled. He looked at me, then at the Wind Demon King, and finally lowered his head, saying in an almost inaudible voice, "Yes...yes..."

Before he could finish speaking, a dark figure suddenly descended from the sky, and a dagger pierced his heart.

The gray-robed man's eyes widened, and his body slowly collapsed.

I was startled and turned around abruptly. I saw a man in black standing not far away, holding a blood-dripping dagger in his hand.

The man in black glanced at me, a cold smile playing on his lips, then turned and disappeared into the night.

Who is it? Who is pulling the strings behind all this?

I stared in the direction where the man in black had disappeared, my heart filled with doubt and unease.

I know that this conspiracy is far more complicated than I imagined.