I Have an Omen System

Chapter 298: Chapter 211: Thousand Spider Heart Net

"Very good."

Qin Xuan placed it over his face. Faint KAKA sounds issued from his skeleton as his frame hunched over and his features twisted and morphed.

In just a few breaths, he had taken on the appearance of the old crone, Sangjila.

He even perfectly mimicked the gloomy aura of a Foundation Establishment Stage Gu Cultivator.

Gazing at Black Stone Village, which had now completely changed hands, Qin Xuan remarked with a smile, "Not bad, not bad. Overnight, this Black Stone Village has started to take on the air of my Huaizhong Altar."

「Three days later.」Qin Xuan took Wang Jian, Sun Yuan, and three other Demon Cultivators at the Qi Cultivation Peak—disguised as skilled fighters from the village—and left Black Stone Village for Thousand Spider Ridge.

Thousand Spider Ridge was a place of treacherous terrain. The entire mountain range was shrouded in vast, sticky, grayish-white webbing.

Sunlight struggled to penetrate the webbing, casting a bizarre, dappled pattern of light and shadow.

Spiders of all sizes crawled everywhere across the ridge—some as small as a fingernail, others as large as a millstone, in a dazzling array of colors and species.

Strands of spider silk as thick as a child’s arm crisscrossed the landscape, forming natural tunnels and traps. Enormous, palace-like nests clung to the cliffsides and giant trees, and the vague silhouettes of massive spiders could be seen squirming within.

Qin Xuan and his group proceeded along one of the silk-strand tunnels.

Strangely, none of the ferocious Poisonous Spiders on the ridge—be they the black widows lurking in the webs, the jumping spiders that occasionally darted past, or even the few massive tarantulas whose auras were comparable to the Foundation Establishment Stage—showed any aggression as they neared Qin Xuan. Instead, they would pause briefly and tap their pincers, seemingly hesitant and eager to please.

A thought struck Qin Xuan, and he immediately understood why.

He sent his Divine Sense into his Storage Pouch and found the Mysterious Blue Jade Order, which he had obtained in the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea after killing Grandma Jade Spider of the Human Path Foundation Establishment Fifth Level, glowing faintly warm in a corner.

The White Jade Spider that Grandma Jade Spider had controlled was a rare species, belonging to the Power Gu lineage. It was of an exceedingly high rank and possessed a natural bloodline suppression over common Poisonous Spiders.

The Jade Order was imbued with its aura, allowing him to move through this place as if he were a fish in water.

Just then, two other groups appeared, approaching along two different silk-strand tunnels.

One group came from the Poisonous Miasma Forest.

Their leader was an old man with a bluish-purple complexion. He held a Gu Insect in his palm; it was entirely emerald green, shaped like a dragonfly but with a scorpion’s tail. A dizzying, poisonous miasma radiated from his entire body.

This was the Green Scorpionfly, a Tier Two Gu Insect. The beating of its wings could spread a deadly poison dust, and a single prick from its scorpion tail was fatal. It excelled at both area-of-effect attacks and assassinations.

The other group hailed from Red Flame Slope, led by a burly man with a flame tattoo on his face.

A fist-sized beetle with a carapace as red as burning coals rested on his shoulder. Its two antennae, like red-hot iron wires, constantly sputtered sparks.

This was the Fire-Melting Insect, a Tier Two Gu Insect capable of spewing high-temperature molten liquid. Its carapace was exceptionally hard, and it served as a powerful counter to Wood and Ice Attribute Gu Insects.

The gazes of the three leaders met in mid-air, and they recognized each other instantly.

Wu Yuanji chuckled, his voice hoarse. "Sang Pozi, it’s been years. Your Golden Threaded Centipede looks as magnificent as ever."

The man Qin Xin was disguised as also spoke, his voice cold and fiery. "Cut the crap. We’ll settle things at the Hundred Gu Festival."

As if on cue, the Fire-Melting Insect on his shoulder let out a small puff of scorching air. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Qin Xuan, in his guise as Sangjila, replied in a hoarse, cold tone, "We all have our own tricks. It will come down to our own opportunities."

Ostensibly, the three led their respective retinues along the silk-strand tunnels, heading toward the altar deep within Thousand Spider Ridge where the Hundred Gu Festival was to be held.

In secret, however, they were communicating via voice transmission. Wu Yuanji sent a Divine Sense message: "Master Qin, I’ve made my observations. There’s only one Purple Mansion Daoist from Thousand Spider Ridge presiding over the festival—the old man in the purple robe sitting outside the highest nest. His aura should be at the Early-stage Purple Mansion. The rest are all at the Foundation Establishment Stage."

"If the three of us join forces and coordinate with the Blood Evil Spirit Trapping Array I’ve secretly laid, I’m seventy percent confident we can annihilate everyone present—all the Foundation Establishment and Qi Cultivation cultivators, along with that Purple Mansion Daoist."

"However... the commotion would be too great. We can’t guarantee it wouldn’t alert other old monsters lurking deep within Thousand Spider Ridge, or attract the attention of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect."

Deep within Thousand Spider Ridge, in the Valley of Ten Thousand Spiders, a cacophony of voices filled the air.

A colossal, grayish-white web covered the valley like a canopy, and from it hung countless cocoon-like sacs of varying sizes, squirming faintly.

On the flat floor of the valley, Cultivators from hundreds of villages had gathered. Their auras were a chaotic mix, ranging from Qi Cultivation to Foundation Establishment, and their numbers likely exceeded a thousand.

The Cultivators, dressed in the colorful attire of the Miaojiang region, stood in small groups. The sounds of their chatter, the chirping of insects, and the commingled auras of countless Gu Insects created a clamorous and restless atmosphere.

Qin Xuan, in his guise as "Sangjila," stood with Wang Jian, Sun Yuan, and the others in the area designated for Black Stone Village, drawing no attention whatsoever.

Given Black Stone Village’s strength, it was indeed considered to be in the lower-middle tier among the many villages present.

Qin Xin’s transmitted voice was as cool and detached as ever: "My Seven Emotions Silk Entanglement can disrupt the minds of some of our targets and create chaos. Coordinated with Master Wu’s Array, it could increase our odds by another ten percent and shorten the time we need."

Just as Qin Xuan was about to reply, a slightly surprised voice sounded from nearby.

"Sangjila? Is that really you?"

Qin Xuan turned to see a middle-aged man walking toward him. The man was dressed in indigo Miaojiang robes embroidered with silver thread. He had jet-black hair, and his eyes were clear and full of spirit.

The man appeared to be around forty years old. A delicate silver insect cage hung from his waist, and his aura was at the Late-stage Foundation Establishment—a cut above the previous Wushen Village Chief.

’Shi Wei?’

Information about the man flashed through Qin Xuan’s mind.

Shi Wei was the Village Chief of Baixi Village, a neighboring Gu Village of Foundation Establishment cultivators. He had passionately pursued Sangjila in his youth, but they had drifted apart after she became obsessed with Gu Techniques and her looks began to fade. Qin Xuan was surprised the man had managed to preserve his youthful appearance so well.