Chapter 1027: 327: Cangji Cave, Sealing the Clan Venerable

Owl Flame Louse... What on earth is this thing? Su Yue was engulfed in unprecedented anxiety, while Heiye knelt on the ground, silent.

He hadn’t discussed the Owl Flame Louse in detail with Cang Ji, leaving Su Yue in a fog, suffused with urgency!

What’s the purpose of the Owl Flame Louse?

From the conversation between the two, Su Yue could infer some details.

Lin Dongqi’s death was an intentional act.

Lin Dongqi intended to deliver his poisoned heart to Cang Ji for refining, and thereby poison Cang Ji.

No wonder.

Actually, upon reflecting carefully, there indeed seemed something peculiar about Lin Dongqi’s death.

After all, Su Yue was the nearest to Lin Dongqi at the time, and he felt it most profoundly.

Back then, there was a faint discomfort in Su Yue’s heart, but since it was the body of the Grand General, he dared not question further.

The discomfort stemmed from the weight of the corpse.

In the final moments, Su Yue personally carried Lin Dongqi’s body back.

But theoretically, all corpses should be extraordinarily heavy, feeling vastly different from carrying a living person.

The situation was urgent at the time, and Su Yue didn’t pay much mind to the weight of the corpse.

Reflecting on it now, it seemed there was no difficulty in carrying the corpse back.

Initially, Lin Dongqi’s body was icy, but not with the lifeless chill—it was more like it had been frozen in a mortuary.

Very cold.

Like a block of ice.

So that’s it. Now, upon careful consideration, the mystery can be entirely unraveled.

Lin Dongqi intentionally sent his own heart away, having trained in cold ice warfare, thus the body lacked warmth, even being as cold as ice.

Although Lin Dongqi’s heart was taken, he wasn’t truly dead, hence Su Yue’s odd feelings.

But analyzing this now is of no use, it’s merely hindsight.

Lin Dongqi thought he could deceive Cang Ji, but little did he know, Cang Ji, this old fox, only pretended to fall for it.

Despicable, shameless.

His heart deserves to be condemned, his heart deserves to be condemned indeed.

"If Cang Ji’s been poisoned, the human corps will not let things rest, could they be brewing a plan to eliminate Cang Ji?"

Suddenly, a terrifying thought popped into Su Yue’s mind.

Cang Ji is pretending to be poisoned.

This beast has found a way to deal with the cold poison, yet the human army is attacking at this moment.

What does that count for?

It’s like delivering a head on a platter to Cang Ji!

To kill him, at least two or three Ninth Grades are necessary, yet if Cang Ji is feigning his poison, once he fully unleashes, will these Ninth Grades survive?

Zhao Qian’en.

Su Yue recalled the appearance of this big brother.

He didn’t know the other candidates to kill Cang Ji, but Zhao Qian’en’s name would surely be there.

Lin Dongqi was his brother-in-law, his last kin, and Zhao Qian’en was also a General in Zhao Qi Corps, a newly promoted Ninth Grade, he would definitely join the battle.

It would be a suicide mission.

The remaining Ninth Grades would certainly be selected among the generals of various corps, no matter which Ninth Grade it was, Su Yue knew them all.

The loss is unaffordable.

It absolutely must not happen.

But beyond the term Owl Flame Louse, Su Yue knew nothing about Cang Ji.

This beast is simply insidious and malicious.

"Huh, there’s a change in this beast Cang Ji."

Just as Su Yue was at a loss, Heiye stood up and took something resembling a cauldron out of his Beast Selection Bag.

Then Heiye also took out a leather flask.

Gurgle, gurgle.

A thick liquid was poured from the flask into the cauldron.

The liquid was dark red, resembling blood, but much more viscous.

Su Yue couldn’t smell it but could see a thin mist rising, filling every corner of the great hall in no time.

The source of the mist was the liquid inside the cauldron.

"It should be the blood of some kind of animal!"

Su Yue’s heart pounded.

Heiye had been silent, seemingly waiting for Cang Ji to channel his power.

Hiss.

With a tremendous inhale from Cang Ji, the fog in the room was instantly sucked into his nostrils, akin to a giant whale swallowing the sea, appearing particularly horrifying.

Yet before Su Yue could breathe a sigh of relief, the scene that followed was even more horrifying.

Granules.

Indeed, tiny red granules, about as small as the steel balls in a ballpoint pen, erupted from Cang Ji’s skin.

Su Yue’s mouth went dry.

Now Cang Ji resembled a firework explosion.

Those granules were truly minuscule, akin to dust, had Su Yue not been observing so closely, he would definitely have mistaken them for dust exhaled by Cang Ji.

The granules were countless, densely packed, like a red smoke signal.

These were the Owl Flame Louse.

They appeared to be an insect species from the Wet Realm, immensely hot.

The air above Cang Ji visibly began to warp, and in spots densely populated by the Owl Flame Louse, faint flames even flickered.

Whoosh!

Once the Owl Flame Louse had all gathered above Cang Ji, he finally exhaled a long breath.

The breath was prolongingly drawn out.

Su Yue clearly observed the airflow exhaling from Cang Ji’s mouth—the front half blazing, air twisting, while the latter half resembled a cold current, a frosty tint visible.

"Putting on a show, what on earth is Cang Ji doing!"

Su Yue muttered to himself.

Heiye produced blood, and Owl Flame Louse flew out from Cang Ji’s body.

Now, Cang Ji’s face was a pallid blue with a green reflection.

Indeed.

At first glance, Cang Ji looked like an ice sculpture.