MSBITRS Chapter 92 V1

Whoosh—

It was a barely audible sound slicing through the air…

A volley of Heaven’s Venom Arrows silently cut across the sky, creeping toward the rear ranks of the enemy immortals.

There was no spiritual fluctuation, no sharp intent—
Only a faint, unavoidable disturbance in the air.

To avoid alerting the enemy, the arrows weren’t aimed at any individuals but at the gaps between the figures on the outer edge.

Li Changshou’s timing was razor-sharp.

At the flanks of the two main battle zones, forty arrows reached their intended altitude.
The small cylindrical heads of the arrows cracked open in unison, releasing clouds of colorless, odorless poison mist into the sky…

Puff-puff… pop-pop…

Like muted, colorless fireworks blooming in the clear sky.

On the outer fringes of the enemy formation, more than twenty True Immortals didn’t even get the chance to turn around before their vision went dark and they fell from the clouds like puppets with their strings cut.

A gentle breeze carried the lethal mist, potent enough to kill Heaven Immortals, quickly across the ranks. One after another, dark silhouettes dropped from the sky like dumplings boiling over.

These blood mosquito puppets were traumatized by poison; their reaction was immediate.
A puppet controlled by a Heaven Immortal shouted:

“Channel your power!

Someone’s poisoning us from the rear!”

The enemy instantly surged with immortal, demonic, and spiritual power, dispersing the incoming poison fog.
But by then, over fifty True Immortals had already perished…

Another hundred had been tainted by the poison to varying degrees. Though they hadn’t died, they were struggling against its effects and were significantly weakened.

The blood mosquito puppets began scouring the rear for the hidden attacker.

Even the immortals of Du Xian Sect were momentarily stunned.
Where had this mysterious aid come from?

They were still trapped on the cloud paths surrounding Po Tian Peak, besieged on both flanks.
The two enemy forces were relentless, making it impossible to even reach these new “allies.”

More critically…

The Du Xian Sect immortals hadn’t seen any reinforcements at all!

Despite the poison arrow attack not being completely flawless, Li Changshou didn’t feel any particular excitement or regret.
Instead, he quietly analyzed the weaknesses in his self-made weapons.

This kind of indiscriminate airborne poison dispersal couldn’t compare to silently sending the toxin straight into the enemy’s soul using immortal power…

Ultimately, a lot of the poison’s potential was wasted.

To avoid friendly fire, Li Changshou had deliberately used two kinds of Heaven Immortal-grade toxins with a short lifespan—difficult to refine, but guaranteed to dissipate shortly after release.

Soon, the residual poison in the air would dissolve completely.

The idea behind these arrows was solid, but too easily countered. Their impact wasn’t as good as using the same amount of poison in an array formation.

As he concluded his thoughts, the battlefield shifted once again.

The blood mosquito puppets quickly located the source of the arrows and launched a ferocious counterattack.

From the north and south sides of Po Tian Peak, more than a dozen figures detached from the main fight and lunged toward the suspected location of the paper soldier ambushes.

They summoned spiritual treasures, unleashed divine arts, and began randomly bombing the forested hillsides.

In the darkness, Li Changshou gave a faint, knowing smile…

The forty paper soldiers hadn’t retreated at all.

As the thirty-plus enemy puppets descended on the forest, three paper soldiers on each side darted out from the trees, drawing their attention.

But before those six could even cross a few hundred feet, they were instantly destroyed by the enemy’s incoming attacks…

Right then!

The remaining thirty-four paper soldiers burst from hiding, their auras surging and movements swift as phantoms, lunging straight at the puppets.

The enemy reacted immediately, but half of the paper soldiers still made it into their midst in the chaos.

Without hesitation, the paper soldiers self-destructed!

More than ten explosions lit up the skies above the southern and northern forests.

The scene was… brutal.
The Du Xian Sect immortals were enraged, but couldn’t do anything to help these unknown allies.

Yet after the explosions…

The thirty-odd blood mosquito puppets near the forests were completely unharmed.
They stood in place, stunned, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

The self-destructs were… strangely weak.

Though they were only partially conscious, controlled by the blood mosquitoes, the shock still rattled their minds.

At first, the sudden poison fog had caught them off guard.
They’d been lucky to survive.

Then they received orders to counterattack in the direction of the arrows and easily killed a few panicked figures.
Smooth and effortless.

But then the situation flipped.
Those six figures were just a distraction—the real ambush came from below, with waves of ghostly enemies charging out!

Panic set in.

Strangely, these new attackers were extremely fragile—one hit and they exploded.
What’s going on?

And then…
The real attack hit: the survivors who had gotten close to them also self-destructed.

That was terrifying!

The most absurd part? The self-destruction had barely any power.
The damage was cosmetic—less threatening than a casual blow from an Earth Immortal.

So what was the point?

Suddenly—

Darkness fell.
Each of the thirty-plus enemy immortals felt a searing pain in their souls—then, nothing.
Their spiritual awareness vanished, immortal energy dispersed, and they plummeted backwards from the sky in perfect unison…

In their final moments, they realized—

“The explosion… was poisoned.”

The bodies fell like rain over the forest below.

In the shadows, Li Changshou raised an eyebrow, a little disappointed.

Not even a few Heaven Immortals had taken the bait?

He left four paper soldiers underground to stay hidden. Even without seeing it firsthand, he could guess how both sides were reacting.

Du Xian Sect’s immortals were surely confused beyond belief.
As for the mosquito puppets—they’d be driven even more insane.

Overall, the first ambush had gone fairly well.
It had lifted pressure off their side and disrupted the enemy’s momentum.

With the four paper soldiers on standby under Po Tian Peak, Li Changshou shifted his consciousness to Paper Doll “Tian Ba” to check on the defensive formations at Little Qiong Peak;

Then he glanced up at the main battle in the skies.

Elder Qilin had revealed his true form and was growing fiercer by the minute, steadily suppressing one of the enemy’s Golden Immortals.

As for the Sect Master of Du Xian…

He was a bit underwhelming, but at least he was holding off the other two Golden Immortals.

Looks like this battle’s going to last a while, Li Changshou thought, shifting his focus back to the four hidden paper soldiers and preparing the next round of tools.

The first ambush was complete.

Now came the second wave—

Lure the enemy in, trap them, and strike like thunder.

And the moment to act… was fast approaching.

Meanwhile, in the Western Continent, near the Western Sect’s Holy Mountain—

Inside a hidden cave residence, Wen Jing Daoist lounged on a soft bed, dressed in a pale blue gauzy gown.
Two maidens knelt beside her—one fanned her gently, while the other held a goblet of blood-red immortal wine, waiting to serve her.

Wen Jing Daoist was casually watching the Du Xian Sect’s “great war” through the eyes of her blood mosquitoes.

She was simply enjoying the show.

As long as she didn’t reveal herself and stayed hidden here, no one, aside from the Three Saints of the major sects themselves, could trace this back to her.

And besides, the Western Saints had already cloaked her in fate-obscuring divine magic.

Few in the current age even knew her origins.
Even if the blood mosquitoes were exposed, they’d just be chalked up as some kind of obscure spell.

Wen Jing understood her value well—
She was a hidden dagger in the dark. Once her identity was exposed, she’d lose most of her worth.

So now, she simply watched Du Xian’s war with a casual eye.

If something unexpected happened—say, a high-level Human Sect cultivator suddenly showed up to aid Du Xian—

She would immediately crush the souls of the three Golden Immortals on the battlefield and offer their bodies as a “gift” to the Jie Sect…

“This kind of scheming is far more fun than all that pointless fighting,” she murmured with a sultry smile.

The two demon-maidens beside her kept their heads lowered, not daring to look directly at her.