Whether that baleful fiend Di Luonan would clash with the Ren Family was a matter for the future.
How to divide the Immortal Peaches was the matter at hand.
As noon drew near, a strange fragrance began to drift across the mountaintop.
The mere scent made people's throats bob as they swallowed, one after another.
"It smells incredible!" someone murmured. "How can it smell this good?"
"You can tell it'll taste amazing just from the smell..."
"I finally understand why Senior Ren ate all four Immortal Peaches in one sitting back then..."
"Right? Who could resist?"
"I'm hungry! I'm so hungry I could go mad!"
"I want a peach! Nobody stop me! I'll kill anyone who gets between me and those peaches!"
Seeing the crowd grow more and more excited, Pan Long could not help feeling nervous.
Strangely, the scent had not lured him out of his Sanity. At first, he too had found it almost unbearably tempting, as though he had gone three days and nights without food and then come upon a table laden with delicacies. But soon, the True Qi within him swept through him like a blade and severed that peculiar feeling completely.
After that, all he smelled was the ordinary fragrance of peaches.
They smelled good, certainly. They were probably fully ripe and would taste delicious.
That was all.
The Nine-Turn Mysterious Art could neutralize the Earthly Baleful and Heavenly Dipper, which included no end of substances with bizarre poisons. Affecting someone's sense of taste was nothing unusual among them, far less formidable than those that produced all manner of hallucinations.
If the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art could neutralize even those, what was a little Immortal Peach fragrance?
But while Pan Long could keep himself from being affected, he could not help anyone else.
The Martial