Otherworldly Desert Dust

Chapter 323 - 278 Successful Poisoning

The rain made it difficult to distinguish morning, noon, and dusk.

Wu Hen and three female classmates woke up in the horse stables, naturally buried with endless chores as members of this small camp.

Fortunately, the plan proceeded smoothly.

Yang Qin managed to find the materials needed to concoct poison.

Tian Jia Bao had also successfully smeared poison on Jiang Jiutao’s spare water bottle.

The task of Luo Yuying the kitchen maid was the most arduous; after all, she had no say in the kitchen camp, and to add heavy salt without anyone noticing was indeed not an easy thing to do.

As expected, after everyone in the camp got up, they mostly complained, complaining that today’s food was so salty it made their throats uncomfortable, but thankfully, everyone still finished all the food...

Probably nearing noon, a group of similarly dressed people appeared; after discussing their route for a while, they set off toward Sleeping Dream Cliff.

Their lunch was also prepared by the kitchen camp, and the overly salty food led to plenty of complaints, but luckily, they valued the dried food they carried with them and ate regardless.

The camp began to move out, and along the way, everyone could be seen frequently drinking water and just as frequently stopping to relieve themselves.

"We should be there soon, let’s rest on the spot before stepping into that desolate area," Jiang Jiutao said.

"You’ve been wandering around here for so many days and still haven’t found the exact location, Jiang Jiutao; you really are useless!" another man clad in brocade armor scoffed.

"That area, once you walk into it, it’s very easy to get lost. Mr. Zeng, you’ll want to be careful later."

"Hehe..." Mr. Zeng casually picked up the water bottle, drank it in one gulp, and then complained, "After we get back, just chop up your kitchen camp’s people and feed them to the dogs, huh? Is the salt so heavy to cover up the meat being spoiled?"

"Mr. Zeng goes out too infrequently; the kitchen camp has to ensure three square meals a day for so many people, and without any preserve equipment in the wilderness, it’s common for the meals to taste a bit heavier," the straw raincoat-clad woman said.

Mr. Zeng snorted coldly, and then his gaze fell on the spare water bag on Jiang Jiutao’s horse, impatiently saying, "Give me that bag of water; mine’s finished."

At these words, Wu Hen, Yang Qin, Tian Jia Bao, and Luo Yuying all tensed up!

Come on, man, are you really that eager to die!

The spare water bag on Jiang Jiutao’s horse had been smeared with toxins; whoever drank it would die.

And once Mr. Zeng died from poison, the four of them would be the primary suspects, which would greatly disadvantage their ongoing vengeance plan!

Wu Hen didn’t speak; he just stared at Jiang Jiutao.

Sitting arrogantly atop his warhorse, Jiang Jiutao glanced at the spare water bag hanging on the saddle and, without further thought, began to untie it.

Seeing this, Tian Jia Bao subconsciously started to rise, foolishly trying to hand over her water to Mr. Zeng.

But Wu Hen promptly stopped Tian Jia Bao and signaled her not to do it; any abnormal behavior at this time could easily cause trouble. They had to hide themselves first; the poison would take a bit of time to take effect, and Mr. Zeng’s death would cause panic, giving them a chance to maneuver.

Holding the spare water bag in his hand, Jiang Jiutao watched Mr. Zeng’s subordinate with a hint of a smile and said, "Sorry, I don’t have enough to drink myself."

Saying so, Jiang Jiutao unscrewed the cap and deliberately took large gulps from the water bottle, not wanting the always demeaning Mr. Zeng to covet his spare water.

Jiang Jiutao’s actions, giving no face to Mr. Zeng, earned admiring glances from others in the team.

Still, Lord Jiang was confidently arrogant, not kowtowing even to Mrs. Zeng’s man.

In terms of ability and strength, Lord Jiang was indeed far superior to these lackeys.

"Rest enough, then let’s move on," the straw raincoat-clad woman said.

"Hyah!" Jiang Jiutao proudly spurred his warhorse, rushing ahead.

The camp members following Lord Jiang urged their horses as well, galloping through the rainy wilderness toward that stretch of desolate land on the horizon.

Mr. Zeng snorted coldly but still waved his hand, signaling the others to follow Lord Jiang’s party.

The warhorses charged, the rain forming a cloak around the racing martial artists, becoming more defined with the increasing speed of their ride, and the clothes of everyone in this imposing group didn’t seem to get wet anymore.

"Blurgh!"

Suddenly, atop his warhorse, Jiang Jiutao felt an intense pain in his chest when exhaling and then vomited a large mouthful of blood!

Lord Jiang’s vision blurred, and he fell off his horse.

With the rapid speed of the charging horses, his sudden fall was very dangerous; indeed, the hooves brutally trampled over the tumbling Lord Jiang several times, breaking many of his bones!

The horses scattered quickly, and everyone stopped, alarmed and puzzled, looking at Lord Jiang on the ground vomiting blood violently.

"Could it be the Ancient Dream Demons?" someone in the crowd asked.

"It doesn’t seem like it; he looks like... like he’s been poisoned," the straw raincoat-clad woman’s sharp gaze swept over everyone in the team.

"Poisoned? But we haven’t touched any plants on the edge of the wasteland!"

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"Lord Jiang, don’t play dead; tell me where Sleeping Dream Cliff is first!" Mr. Zeng urgently said.

"Lord Jiang, Lord Jiang, are you alright??" Several of Jiang Jiutao’s men gathered around, trying to lift him.

Jiang Jiutao, being a martial artist, had a strong life force and did not immediately succumb to the poison, but it was clear that without an antidote, he would die of blood loss.

Some people took out some Elixir, trying to save Jiang Jiutao’s life, but Yang Qin’s concocted poison was penetrating, and Jiang Jiutao obviously had no resistance.

"Lord Jiang!"

"Lord Jiang!"

Blood spewed out, covering his face, mixed with undigested food from the past few days.

Jiang Jiutao’s eyes filled with pain and anger, as he struggled desperately to find the person who had poisoned him in the crowd.

He wanted to tell his suspicions to his subordinates, but his esophagus was completely blocked by the food and the poisoned blood, rendering him speechless; he could only make resentful gestures in the air.

Finally, Jiang Jiutao saw a face in the crowd—a calm and icy face hidden among the insignificant pawns. It was from the corner of that person’s eyes that he caught a hint of a mocking smile, mocking his own stupidity and ignorance!

It was you!!

It was then that Jiang Jiutao realized that his spare water bottle was hanging on his horse. This person had poisoned his spare water bottle on his horse...

How dare he???

How dare he attempt to kill me???

Why would this cowardly, incompetent wretch suddenly have the courage to commit such an act of mutual destruction!

"Wah!!!!"

A large mouthful of blood sprayed out, and Jiang Jiutao finally died in bitterness.

Yang Qin, Luo Yuying, and Tian Jia Bao had witnessed this Lord Jiang whipping Wang Rui to death. That bloody and inhumane scene kept haunting their minds. If they didn’t have a way out now, it would have been like they had lost a dear friend from Otherworldly Walk.

This brutal petty officer, his death is more than deserved!

The three women finally vented their spleen.

They all looked in the direction of Wu Hen.

Wu Hen nodded at them.

The four decided to withdraw together, leaving the Otherworldly Dust.

The original owners of their host bodies had long been lost at the Desolate Edge, wandering like the walking dead.

Moreover, since Lord Jiang had already obtained some information about the Sleeping Dream Cliff, poisoning him to death also meant protecting the small creatures of the cliff.

The four of them could now retire with their mission accomplished!

...

Having left Otherworldly Dust,

All four of them nearly simultaneously took off their Virtual Helmets.

Yang Qin, Tian Jia Bao, and Luo Yuying all wore smiles on their faces. It was indeed a very refreshing poisoning.

The five of them were mere pawns in the camp, with abilities not much different from performing chores; it was likely that the five of them together couldn’t even beat a small martial artist from the accounting camp.

Though Lord Jiang was only a minor supervisor with no great strength, he had more than enough power to control them, yet they had still managed to poison a small leader with the status of pawns and avenge their poor classmate Wang Rui!

"He died in a miserable way; everything in his stomach was vomited out. Did you see how wide his eyes bulged at the end? He had no clue we would poison him to death, hahaha!"

"Absolutely, it was so satisfying, and Lord Wu Hen is truly wise above all. He must have thought that aside from seething in silence before logging off, we were but throwing eggs against rocks. No wonder Lord Wu Hen became the strongest man amongst us so quickly, managing to use the limited abilities we had to poison a small leader. Quite impressive!"

"No loss, no loss! Each of us still has a Dream Realm Element, the purest high-quality ones that can be used to enhance our Perception."

Like after an exhilarating five-ranked king’s battle, the three girls chattered happily, summarizing their "game" behavior and generously praising Lord Wu Hen’s strategy.

In the corner of the room, Wang Rui, who had been waiting for a long time, wore a gloomy expression, quite puzzled why the three of them didn’t even mention him, when he had clearly died so miserably!

"Wang Rui, we’ve avenged you!" Luo Yuying said.

"Indeed. Your death ignited our fighting spirit, and we poisoned that arrogant and disgusting Lord Jiang. Would you like to hear our comprehensive review? It was brilliant!"

Wang Rui was also full of surprise.

The Lord Jiang who had killed him had been poisoned?

Although Lord Jiang was not a remarkably important figure in True Martial Continent, he might as well have been a general with the authority of life and death for them at that time.

A pawn killing a general?

He had thought that even a talented individual like Lord Wu Hen, as a mere passerby, would eventually die in resentment.

"Say, weren’t all of our identities from a tumble-down city? Since you guys withdrew directly, what about the people of that city?" Wang Rui asked.

"We, the awakeners, had already become lost in the desolation. Whatever fate that city had before is the fate it still has. Our brief presence in their bodies didn’t necessarily mean we could change them or their destinies..." Yang Qin replied, indicating that was no longer their concern.

"We aren’t the gods of their world. We have no obligation, nor responsibility. Whatever was supposed to happen will still happen... Besides, some things are quite simple. A city might be rich without the abilities to fend off outsiders, and the end result will be the same. Even if they caught the Ancient Dream Demon, Mrs. Zeng would still not spare the city."

"If we don’t kill Jiang Jiutao, he will kill us. After all, he had reason to suspect we had been to Sleeping Dream Cliff. Rather than being tortured to death by his severe questioning, this outcome is better," Wu Hen said.

"In short, it feels good to have killed him, and the Ancient Dream Demon is safe now."

"Let’s go, let’s go eat barbecue!"

"Yay, the food there was too awful!"

"Don’t go to that place on Five Emotions Street; they always add broken pieces of roast meat in the salted barbecue, totally inauthentic," Wang Rui said.

Hearing this, Wu Hen and the three women immediately nodded furiously, resolved not to eat overly salty barbecue!