Chapter 448: The Stimulation of Pheromone Spiritual Liquid

Heifeng's brows were tightly knit as he noticed that the cultivators in the medicinal field were gradually turning rosy-cheeked, and some even began to appear restless and uneasy.

This abnormal phenomenon made him feel very strange; he turned to Longling and voiced his doubt, hoping for an explanation.

Longling's gaze penetrated the layers of mist and finally settled on the swaying pink flowers.

A teasing expression appeared on her face, then she slowly spoke, her voice tinged with a hint of cynicism.

These flowers are ordinary things; they grow commonly in the special environment of the Ancient God Sect's ruins, but when they were diverted for use, something new was added.

"Aphrodisiac Pheromone Spiritual Liquid!"

Pheromone Spiritual Liquid is a mysterious essential oil that adheres to the pink flowers and diffuses; once a cultivator smells it, it silently stimulates the desire in their hearts.

"As for what follows, you understand!"

Upon hearing Longling's words, Heifeng's eyes widened almost to the point of popping out; he never expected Longling to use such a method.

Moreover, since he entered the Universe Cultivation World, he has been quite knowledgeable about its classics, yet he has never heard of anything called pheromone.

But seeing the reactions of the cultivators in the illusion, it is obvious that this thing called pheromone is indeed powerful; it has already begun to take effect on the cultivators in the misty illusion.

Qingyun and the Black and White Double Fiends, upon hearing this, also couldn't stop their faces from trembling, because they saw cultivators unable to resist beginning to take off their clothes.

"Boss, are our methods too lowly? After all, using an aphrodisiac elixir is not exactly an honorable deed.

Moreover, aside from flower-stealing bandits, I've never heard of anyone designing something for cultivators to use.

Heifeng felt like crying but had no tears; if this got out, it would definitely be a huge scandal, and he couldn't avoid becoming infamous.

"What do you mean by lowly?"

Clever stratagems, swords that strike obliquely—these are the ways of military planning.

"The Art of War says, 'Warfare is the way of deceit'..."

Lure them with profit, take them in chaos, prepare with substance, avoid the strong, provoke the angry, humble the arrogant, exhaust the leisurely, separate the close.

Attack their unpreparedness, strike unexpectedly—this is the victor's way of the strategists, which must not be passed on lightly.

"In other words, a black cat or a white cat that catches mice is a good cat!"

As long as one can strike unexpectedly and achieve success smoothly, that is a good strategy.

Regardless of black and white, right and wrong, whether one can enter the hall or falls into the lowest depths.

Longling's words were clear and convincing, her speech like blooming lotuses, directly causing everyone present to feel deafened and enlightened.

All the cultivators present can say that, since entering the Universe Cultivation World, for the sake of face, influenced by its customs, they truly have not broken its ethical framework.

But now Longling's words have struck everyone present like a wake-up call, giving them a completely new understanding and practice of future conduct.

Seeing the crowd thoughtful yet satisfied, Longling nodded and continued to explain.

"Furthermore, how could I possibly use poison?"

Only cultivators lacking brains would use something so easily discovered by Universe cultivators.

Pheromone Spiritual Liquid is merely a floral fragrance; after purification it produces, and it has no toxicity.

If used in small amounts, it only increases the sense of intimacy among cultivators, unconsciously causing a spiritual stirring.

But if one smells too much of it, then they can only eight reaches black lu.

Therefore, although the scent of pheromone can influence people's minds and arouse deep emotions and desires,

but this happens silently and gradually seeps in.

Even if those cultivators use methods to detect poisons, they cannot detect any abnormality.

Longling gazed at the clear mirror image in the mist and spoke.

Upon hearing this, Heifeng's eyes flashed with a hint of worry.

"What should we do then?"

If these cultivators cannot resist the influence of the pheromone scent, will it interfere with our plan?

Longling smiled faintly, appearing confident.

"No need to worry; I have already anticipated this situation."

Although the pheromone scent can affect the mind, for cultivators with firm will it is instead an opportunity to temper their will.

As for our plan, it will not be affected thereby.

Heifeng breathed a sigh of relief, full of confidence in Longling's deep foresight.

He knew that Longling could always foresee various possible variables and prepare in advance.

At this moment, the cultivators in the medicinal field finally noticed something amiss.

Their eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, they felt hot all over, and some cultivators even stripped off their upper clothing completely.

This made the female cultivators' cheeks flush, yet their hearts could not contain the excitement, and they occasionally glanced around.

Some cultivators with keen senses first noticed this unnatural behavior, thought they were poisoned, and began trying various methods to resist the pheromone scent's influence.

Some cultivators sat cross-legged, circulating their cultivation level, trying to suppress inner turmoil with strong willpower;

others took out specially prepared elixirs, using medicinal power to resist the erosion of the pheromone scent on the body.

However, as time passed, the cultivators found that the mysterious scent's effect on the body seemed to grow stronger and stronger.

Some cultivators began to experience hallucinations, and some even started embracing each other.

The scene gradually spiraled out of control.

Seeing this, the elder realized it could not continue like this and shouted loudly.

"Everyone, stay calm!"

"Do not be bewitched by the floral fragrance; remain clear-headed and seek a solution!"

The sober cultivators, upon hearing this, all gathered their thoughts and began to focus their minds on finding a solution.

By this point, looking at the scene before them made their bodies tremble.

That mysterious fragrance stimulates the cultivators' inner hearts, able to arouse their latent desires, which are endlessly amplified.

At this time, men and women confessing their feelings seemed quite normal, but they discovered that some male cultivators were actually embracing each other in pairs and weeping bitterly.

It seemed that the feelings hidden deep in their hearts had finally been vented, and then lovers finally became a couple.

Many cultivators who had remained sober were no longer calm.

They themselves did not realize that once they lost their reason, they would cause what terrible influence on the surrounding cultivators.

Soon after, these sober cultivators discovered the root cause; the mysterious floral scent was not like poison, and then the spread of the marrow aperture action of the soul body was like bone-eating maggots.

Those sober cultivators tried to use inner strength to force the floral scent out of their bodies, but it was completely ineffective.

"Good grief, which bastard of the Ancient God Sect is scheming against us like this?"

"Really, we've had eight lifetimes of bloody bad luck."

A cultivator, unwilling to accept it, roared angrily, his face flushed, his chest heaving violently, and suddenly he slapped himself hard.

It's really terrifying; how could such an image of being together with my senior brother appear in my mind?

I really deserve to die!

I am guilty; my sins deserve ten thousand deaths.

Ancestors, I didn't do it on purpose, it's endless!

That cultivator, filled with regret, was praying.

"Everyone, look over there quickly!"

In the depths of the medicine field, some sober cultivators finally discovered an unusual place.

On a clearing surrounded by pink flowers stood an ancient five-colored altar.

This altar is composed of five kinds of strange stones of different colors—blue, green, red, yellow, and white—arranged according to a certain specific pattern, emitting a faint light, making it mysterious and unfathomable.

Around the altar, circles of ancient runes were carved; these runes seemed to contain some ancient power, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding environment.

The cultivators could feel the spiritual aura emanating from the altar, which was richer and purer than that of the surrounding medicine fields.

At the center of the altar stood a peculiar structure—a clear spring gushing from a hole in the altar's center, forming a small fountain.

The spring water was clear to the bottom, emitting five-colored light, with droplets scattering everywhere, as if it possessed spirituality.

The cultivators were astonished to discover that, as the spring water sprayed, the surrounding air was filled with a fresh sensation that made people feel refreshed and delighted.

Some cultivators tried approaching this pool of spring water and found that merely standing by the edge allowed them to feel a cool sensation permeating their bodies, as if the heat and desire in their hearts were somewhat alleviated.

This discovery lifted everyone's spirits; they realized that this spring water might have the effect of dispelling the influence of the mysterious floral scent on the soul body.

However, just as everyone was preparing to draw water, the runes on the altar suddenly lit up, and a grand, solemn voice echoed in their minds.

"Without offering an ancient talisman, one may not drink this spring."

The voice carried an undeniable authority, making all the cultivators feel a soul‑shaking awe.

The cultivators looked at one another, understanding what this meant.

This altar was clearly not acting at random; it demanded an ancient talisman as exchange in order to obtain the spring's nourishment.

At this moment of life and death, the value of the ancient talisman was obviously incomparable to life.

The old man was the first to break the silence, speaking in a deep voice.

"Everyone, it seems we have no choice."

"This spring water might be our only hope of escaping this predicament. I am willing to offer my ancient talisman; what about you?"

His eyes revealed determination and resolve.

The other cultivators nodded in turn, indicating their willingness to exchange.

The cultivators knew that if they did not quickly dispel the influence of the phantom love flower, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Moreover, they felt reverence and curiosity toward this mysterious altar and spring.

Thus, the cultivators began to gather ancient talismans, each emitting a faint light and inscribed with profound patterns.

When the cultivators placed ten ancient talismans in the altar's designated spots, the runes on the altar blazed brightly, the whole altar seemed to come alive, the spring surged forth more joyfully, and its five‑colored light grew more dazzling.

As the talismans were placed, a transparent light shield appeared beside the spring, allowing the cultivators to enter freely and draw water.

The cultivators carefully lifted the spring water, took a sip, and immediately felt a cool sensation spread through their bodies; the heat and desire in their hearts quickly faded, and their minds gradually regained clarity.

With the help of the spring water, the cultivators finally freed themselves from the influence of the mysterious floral scent in their bodies.

They felt grateful for this mysterious altar and spring. At the same time, they gained a deeper understanding of the mystery and profundity of the Ancient God Sect's relics, knowing that countless unknown secrets and powers lay hidden here.

Longling observed all this from the shadows, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

"The spring water in this altar has finally taken effect."

"Soon there will be a good show to watch."

Heifeng and the others, hearing this, all showed a hint of difference on their faces; they had not expected Longling's scheming to be so interlocking.

They couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and speculation.

The nearby cultivators knew that Longling always had deep schemes, so the so‑called "good show" was certainly no simple matter.

Heifeng spoke first, with a hint of doubt.

"Boss, is the \"good show\" you mentioned perhaps referring to some deeper mystery in this spring water?"

"Haha, you think this five‑colored altar and spring water are merely for dispelling the floral scent's influence?"

"That would be seriously underestimating my methods."

Longling gave a faint smile, his eyes flashing a hint of cunning. The Black and White Double Evils exchanged a glance, a flash of understanding in their eyes: "Boss, you mean."

"After drinking this spring water, will there be any other effects?"

Longling nodded and continued speaking.

"This spring water itself can indeed dispel the influence of the floral scent, but don't forget."

"This place is the relic of the Ancient God Sect; we have all come here for the inheritance."

"How could a few ancient talismans possibly resolve the influence of the pheromone spiritual fluid on their bodies?"

"What the spring water contains is not only the cooling sensation that can dispel the effects of pheromones, but also a portion of mysterious substance added from the ancient tribe."

Heifeng heard this, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

"Could it be that after drinking this spring water, there will be other side effects?"

"Side effects?"

You could say that; the power contained in this spring water will subtly take effect inside a cultivator's body. Although it won't cause any serious trouble in the short term, over time it will let the cultivator unknowingly come under the influence of a mysterious power.

Heibai Shuangsha furrowed their brows: "Under the influence of the Ancient God Sect's power? What does that mean?"

Longling stood up, gaze piercing the mist, looking into the distance: "This means that cultivators who drink this spring water will soon have the alien creature eggs placed in the water hatch inside them, giving birth to a baby as they develop."

"What? A baby…"

Heifeng could scarcely believe his ears; not only him, but even the nearby Heibai Shuangsha and others, their eyelids twitched in surprise.

"Give birth to a baby?"

"How…… how is that possible?"

Boss, please don't joke—people can believe a woman giving birth, but how can a man give birth?

Qingyun said in shock, feeling it was utterly absurd in his heart.

After hearing this, Longling remained calm and indifferent; he looked at the cultivator in the Mist Mirror and spoke.

"In these springs, there are the alien lifeforms researched by our tribe."

Once they enter a cultivator's body, they take root in the dantian; this influence is subtle and gradual.

In the short term, the cultivators themselves cannot notice it, but as time passes, this influence grows deeper.

A hint of anticipation appeared on Longling's face; as Earth entered the High Martial Era, whether plants, animals, or microorganisms, all underwent mutation.

Earth's cultivators conducted extensive research using these microscopic and macroscopic organisms, even forming mysterious weapons applied to cope with extreme environments—whether it's pheromone spirit liquid or alien creature eggs, these are new things developed by Earth that the Universe Cultivation World cannot find.

Heibai Shuangsha exchanged a glance, a flicker of excitement in their eyes: "Boss, can we use this to control these cultivators?"

Upon hearing this, Longling waved his hand.

"Controlling the cultivators in the mist isn't urgent; what's more important is first obtaining the ancient talisman through these people to exchange for the Ancient God Sect's divine treasury hidden in the mouth of the mysterious statue."

Heifeng's eyes flashed with a sharp gleam.

"Still, the boss is far‑sighted and meticulous—truly admirable."

Longling gave a slight smile and said nothing more.

He looked at the cultivators who had drunk the water in the Mist Mirror; they were all sitting cross‑legged, practicing breath regulation.

Her lips curled with a meaningful smile; as these cultivators' spiritual power nourished their bodies, a "good show" was about to begin.

And those cultivators in the mist were still immersed in the joy of escaping the fragrance's influence, thinking the spiritual spring was the Ancient God Sect's supreme treasure, unaware that the alien creature eggs in the spring had already silently taken root in his dantian.