Chapter 351: Fatal Mistake

Time passed slowly.

Seven Juan people stood in the cold wind, sweat gradually forming on their foreheads.

Wu Xian had taken only enough Naihe Flower dose to last five seconds in the Yin Realm—but now over ten seconds had passed, and they still saw no sign of him.

What did this mean? Either Wu Xian had died in the Yin Realm.

Or the Three Immortals inside the hall had found a way to block teleportation between the Yin Realm and He Mansion.

But whichever possibility it was.

It meant their plan was no longer as secure as they'd imagined; every next step was unknown, and every choice could easily cost someone their life.

Wei Wei Qinglan swallowed hard: "What do we do now? Should we still follow the plan?"

According to the plan.

The next person to enter the Yin Realm would be her.

But now the plan was ruined, the situation had changed, and the risk of entering the Yin Realm had increased a hundredfold; she and Wei Wei Hengbo no longer wanted to take the chance.

Wen Chao rubbed his forehead.

"We must still enter the Yin Realm, but before that, we need to figure out why Wu Xian disappeared—otherwise, going down there is just suicide."

Du E asked curiously: "How long will it take to find the answer?"

"As long as it takes to understand—after all, we've already retrieved the coffin, so we no longer need to fear being bound by the contract. Time is on our side; we can afford to wait and seek our opportunity calmly."

What Wen Chao said was actually very reasonable.

But in his words, he had already abandoned Wu Xian.

Even if Wu Xian might still be alive, every minute others spent entering the Yin Realm reduced his chance of survival by a fraction—but in this Fudi, everyone's first priority was their own survival.

Compared to those already dead, Wu Xian was not particularly special; no one had an obligation to risk total annihilation for his sake.

If they listened to Wen Chao, they wouldn't have to enter the Yin Realm immediately; the atmosphere among them relaxed slightly, as if the noose around their necks had been loosened, allowing them to finally breathe deeply again.

But Du E coldly rebutted.

"You're overthinking this—we don't have that much time to deliberate."

"Yes, we no longer need to fear the contract, but at midnight, the Three Immortals will regain their strength, and new incarnations will form; if we don't go down to find them, they'll come looking for us!"

The atmosphere tightened again.

Du E's words were not what they wanted to hear—but they were the cold, hard reality; the rope Wen Chao had just removed was now being tied back by Du E, tighter than before, choking them even more.

Silence fell once more; the surroundings were eerily still, even a falling leaf could be heard.

The urgent task now was for someone to enter the Yin Realm and report what lay below—but that person would very likely never return, and no one wanted to sacrifice themselves for the others.

As time slipped away.

The deadline of four qiao past noon drew ever closer.

Everyone had to decide.

Wen Chao remained silent, his expression grave.

Liang Jian Liang Jian Lingyu's face flushed slightly: "I definitely can't go down—the coffin is with me. If anything happens to me, we're all finished."

Su Xuan gave a bitter laugh: "I ran too hard just now—I'm drained. I need a little time to recover; I can't run at all right now."

Ran Huang Tian huddled to the side, like a dog cowering with its tail tucked after being startled by firecrackers during Spring Festival.

On Wei Wei Qinglan's side, the siblings were arguing silently in their minds.

Wei Wei Qinglan believed their strength was the strongest in the group, so they should be the ones to descend—it would give the highest chance of success, and according to the original plan, it was supposed to be them next.

But Wei Wei Hengbo argued that they were the team's last card; the card should be played only at the critical moment to deliver the final blow—if they too were lost, the rest would have even less chance of survival.

Du E frowned tightly; her ability could withstand the first wave of attacks, but her direct combat strength was too weak to handle sudden, violent changes—and now the situation was too urgent to delay any longer.

But just as she was about to speak, another voice rang out.

"Let me go!" Amidst the group's startled gazes, Li Xian stepped forward; his expression was strange—deep, fearful, yet resolute.

"He can't possibly be…" Su Xian guessed Li Xian's intention, but after a moment's hesitation, he did not stop him.

Li Xian took the potion from Wen Chao.

"Let me try. If I don't come back… you'll have to figure it out yourselves."

Shuowan 。

Li Xian swallowed the potion and vanished before their eyes.

…

Wu Xian hummed a tune.

Clutching the bloodstained boomerang.

With excitement, he anticipated the effect of his ultimate move.

"If I can instantly kill all three Immortals, that'd be hilarious."

With this thought, Wu Xian appeared in the Yin Realm. The moment he materialized, he scanned for the Three Immortals' positions—ready to hurl the boomerang the instant he spotted them.

But his first glance revealed a face of exquisite beauty.

The Flower Immortal—cold and ethereal as a moon goddess—stood right before Wu Xian, her arms like jade lotus stems already wrapped around his neck.

Her face was unnaturally perfect, even lacking pores.

Wu Xian had never imagined that upon entering the Yin Realm, he'd encounter such a scene.

"This…"

Before he could react, an odd sensation touched his lips, then a fresh-smelling herbal liquid was poured into his mouth.

Wu Xian immediately leapt back a step, cheeks flushed, gagging uncontrollably, eyes wide, his curly hair standing on end.

"What the hell is this?!"

The Flower Immortal stepped back, her beautiful face twisted with malice.

The other two Immortals made no move to attack—only stood like statues, coldly watching Wu Xian, their gazes strange and terrifying, expressions shifting into something grotesque.

Gagging… gagging…

Wu Xian felt his entire body turn icy.

Time had passed—but he was still in the Yin Realm.

That meant…

"I get it—the liquid… is the juice of the Naihe Flower!"

Even now that he understood.

Wu Xian continued gagging, feigning extreme agony—he knew the Three Immortals were savoring his shock and pain; as long as he kept acting surprised, he could buy himself time to think.

"Wrong. All wrong."

"Since we travel between realms using the Naihe Flower, the Flower Immortal—who governs it—must have a countermeasure!"

Wu Xian first thought: to survive, his best chance was waiting for rescue from the other Juan people.

But he immediately realized—he shouldn't count on them. Whether the others outside, unaware of his predicament, would even come down was uncertain.

So he could rely only on himself.

Then Wu Xian realized: in this Fudi, the greatest mistake made by all the Juan people was…

Underestimating the Three Immortals!

Overestimating themselves! (End of Chapter)