A vast, magical structure filled with rare spiritual flora—each flower more deadly than the last.
One bloomed with hallucinations, another whispered your darkest secrets, and one just… exploded if you looked at it funny.
Wuheng stood before a glass pedestal holding a single violet rose glowing faintly with cursed qi.
"This…" he whispered, "is the Lustblight Widow Petal. It blooms only once every century, and upon touch, it releases an aroma so intoxicating it drives its victim mad with affection… then allergic reaction."
He smiled proudly.
"Perfect for Hei Long. He'll be sneezing through his charm for weeks."
Behind him, Lin Fan sneezed violently just thinking about it.
"P-prince, are you sure it won't backfire?"
"Don't be silly. This plan is foolproof."
The flower exploded.
"…I meant the next one."
Phase One: Delivery
Disguised as a normal bouquet of tournament congratulations, the cursed flower was slipped into a golden wrapping and handed to one of Wuheng's followers:
