Chapter 150 Yao Chen Beats Up His Former Disciple
Fengcheng, this majestic city standing in the Black Horn Region, is like a sleeping giant, exuding a heart-pounding majesty.
Its towering walls seem to be a barrier connecting heaven and earth. They are made of extremely solid black stones. Despite the baptism of time and the infiltration of blood, they are still indestructible.
On the city wall, rows of patrol soldiers in heavy armor stood like sculptures, holding their shining weapons tightly in their hands, and scanning every inch of land outside the city with sharp eyes. The sunlight shone on their armor, reflecting a dazzling light, as if announcing to the world that the city was inviolable.
At the entrance of Fengcheng, the atmosphere was extremely tense. Several rows of fully armed soldiers stood in full battle array, their expressions serious and solemn, conducting meticulous and almost harsh inspections of everyone entering and leaving. Every subtle movement, every suspicious aura, could not escape their keen perception.
Xiao Ling, dressed in a black robe, approached the guards in the outer city area as lightly as a ghost. Most of these guards were great fighters, and although they were well-trained, they seemed a little immature in front of Xiao Ling.
Xiao Ling skillfully used the surrounding environment as a cover. He was like a shadow in the dark night, blending into the darkness. His steps were as light as the breeze, without making a sound.
Just when the guards were not paying attention, Xiao Ling flashed and entered quietly like a ghost without being noticed by them at all.
At this time, a soldier frowned and said to the commander with a puzzled look on his face: "Commander, I seemed to feel a strange air flow just now. Could someone have sneaked in?"
The commander glared at him fiercely and shouted angrily: "Don't be suspicious, kid! Where is there anyone? Why didn't I feel it? It's just an ordinary gust of wind. If you disturb the higher-ups because of your random guesses, watch out for your head!"
The soldier was so frightened by the commander's scolding that he trembled all over. He quickly lowered his head and said timidly, "Yes, commander, I was too suspicious."
Xiao Ling continued to go deeper, passing through the narrow and winding streets. The houses on both sides of the street were staggered, some were dilapidated, and some were magnificent.
The crowd was bustling, but everyone's face was filled with vigilance and alertness.
Arriving at the entrance of the inner city, the atmosphere here became even more solemn. Several Douling-level guards looked serious, their eyes like lightning, scanning every passing figure.
Xiao Ling's eyes narrowed, and he knew that he couldn't get through as easily as before. He took a deep breath, and the fighting spirit in his body began to circulate slowly.
Suddenly, Xiao Ling's figure was as fast as lightning, and he instantly unleashed three thousand thunderous flashes of lightning.
There was a flash of lightning, and his figure instantly disappeared. The Douling guards only felt a flash before their eyes, and before they could react, Xiao Ling had already disappeared from their sight.
"Who is it!" a Douling guard shouted loudly, but the only response he got was the empty street and his own echo.
The other Douling guards looked around vigilantly and held their weapons tighter.
Xiao Ling's figure was as fast as the wind, moving through the shadows.
He avoided patrols one after another and cleverly evaded various traps and prohibitions.
Walking further in, Xiao Ling finally arrived outside the exclusive residence of Medicine Emperor Han Feng.
This is an elegant and exquisite bamboo loft, surrounded by flowers and plants, and various rare medicinal herbs exude a unique fragrance.
The loft has a unique architectural style, and every detail reflects the owner's elegant taste.
Three guards with the strength of an early Douhuang were patrolling around the attic.
Their steps are steady and powerful, and their breath is strong and restrained.
Xiao Ling was very confused when he saw the three Dou Huangs. He said to himself, "These three Dou Huangs are so unfamiliar. They are not familiar faces in the Black Horn Region, and they have never appeared in the original novel. Where did Han Feng find these Dou Huangs? But they can't pose any threat to me. They are just a bunch of chickens and pottery dogs."
Clearing away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Xiao Ling took a deep breath, and his eyes became firm and focused.
Xiao Ling quickly formed a strange hand seal with his hands, and used all his strength to display the dream field. Invisible spiritual fluctuations spread quietly like water waves.
The three Douhuang guards only felt a strong trance, the scene in front of them began to become blurred, and their minds seemed to fall into a fog.
In the moment when they were distracted for a short time, Xiao Ling took the opportunity to act, like a black shadow, and sneaked into the attic at lightning speed.
Entering the attic, the layout inside is even more extraordinary. Precious calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls, and the bookshelves are filled with various ancient books.
In a corner of the room, there was a huge alchemy furnace, with a trace of residual heat and a faint medicinal fragrance still remaining in the furnace.
Xiao Ling explored forward cautiously, each step as light as a feather, for fear of alarming Han Feng.
At this time, deep in the attic, Han Feng was sitting in a secret room, concentrating on studying a mysterious elixir formula.
Because Xiao Ling's actions were very covert, Han Feng did not notice Xiao Ling's infiltration at all.
Xiao Ling quietly approached the secret room, secretly thinking about how he would give Brother Han Feng a big surprise later.
However, at this moment, Han Feng suddenly became alert. As a seventh-grade alchemist, his perception was naturally far beyond that of an ordinary Douhuang powerhouse, and he could discover some clues that ordinary people could not detect.
He raised his head suddenly, and a hint of doubt and vigilance flashed in his eyes.
Han Feng quickly looked around and shouted, "Who are you, you rascal, to dare to trespass here?"
Then, he released the soul power that had reached the peak of the mortal realm, trying to detect the movements around him.
However, Xiao Ling had already prepared for Han Feng's strict investigation, and used his unique camouflage skills to perfectly conceal his aura.
Han Feng's soul power surged like a tide, but he could not detect Xiao Ling's existence at all, so he could only return empty-handed.
Han Feng frowned, wondering in his heart: "Strange, am I worrying too much?"
Han Feng thought for a moment and decided to put aside his doubts for the time being and continue to focus on the medicine formula in his hand.
Xiao Ling approached the secret room cautiously. Yao Chen's voice came from the ring: "Xiao Ling, I will personally deal with Han Feng later. You stay by the side and use the soul barrier to isolate the fighting. Don't let others notice it."
Xiao Ling responded in a low voice: "Master Yao, leave it to me, I will ensure that the task is completed."
After a while, Xiao Ling arrived at the door of Han Feng's secret room. He cast the illusion of dream and spirit, and the Dou Wang guarding the door of the secret room was hypnotized by Xiao Ling and fell into a coma.
After casually glancing at the jade pendant on the Dou Wang's waist, Xiao Ling said calmly, "Han Beng, isn't this Han Feng's confidant? It seems that the person in this secret room is indeed Han Feng himself."
With surging fighting spirit gathered in his hands, Xiao Ling punched towards the door of the secret room. At the same time, Yao Chen's figure floated out of the ring.
Accompanied by a "boom..." sound, the thick stone wall was easily shattered by Xiao Ling and turned into debris on the ground.
Sensing the violent movement coming from the door of the secret room, Han Feng raised his head abruptly. The moment he saw Yao Chen, his face suddenly changed, his eyes widened with fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "Teacher, you haven't dissipated yet!"
Looking at his former beloved disciple, Yao Chen's eyes widened with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Han Feng, you traitor, you colluded with the Soul Palace for the sake of the Burning Art and murdered your master. Today is the day you die!"
Han Feng snorted coldly, the muscles on his face twitched, and he roared fiercely: "Teacher, don't blame me. It's obviously you who are jealous of my talent. You don't practice the Burning Technique yourself, but you don't want to teach me this peerless technique. You deserve to die."
As he said this, he turned his vicious gaze towards Xiao Ling behind Yao Chen. He suddenly felt the familiar aura on Xiao Ling's body, which was similar to the half of the Burning Technique he practiced, but far more complete and powerful than his own. He immediately became even more furious, his facial features twisted beyond recognition, and he shouted angrily:
"How can this kid's Burning Technique be so complete and profound? It must be you, old man, being biased!"
"Humph, this is your new disciple? You actually passed the Burning Art to a piece of trash from the Northwest Continent, but not to someone as talented as me. My talent is much higher than yours, Han Feng, you are blind!"
Yao Chen shouted angrily, "Han Feng, you are such an ungrateful person! How can you compare with Xiao Ling's character? He is honest, kind, and hardworking, but you have evil intentions and are full of evil thoughts! You colluded with the Soul Palace and did something that is intolerable to heaven!"
Han Feng panicked for a moment, then pretended to be calm and said stubbornly, "Humph, so what? If it weren't for the help of the Soul Palace, how could I have achieved what I have today!"
Yao Chen's eyes were cold, and he said in a chilling voice: "You, an unrepentant evil disciple, colluding with the Soul Palace will only lead you to eternal damnation!"
Han Feng laughed wildly, his laughter was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to break through the shackles of the secret room: "Hahahaha, teacher, you are just a remnant soul now, and you still dare to speak so shamelessly here. Today, it is not certain who will live and who will die! I want to see what you, a remnant soul, can do to me!"
Yao Chen said no more nonsense and waved his hands. Bone Spirit Cold Fire instantly rose from his palms. The white flame jumped, emitting a heart-pounding terrifying temperature and extreme coldness. The flame was like a ferocious beast, with its fangs and claws bared, as if it wanted to burn all the evil in the world to ashes.
The moment Han Feng saw the Bone Spirit Cold Fire, a trace of eagerness and greed flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: "If I can devour this Bone Spirit Cold Fire, my Burning Art will definitely be able to improve its grade, and it will no longer be difficult to break through to the Dou Zong and Dou Zun realms, and I won't have to be trapped in this Dou Huang realm!"
But he quickly concealed his desire, waved his hands, and the blue sea heart flame burned in front of him. He proudly showed off to Yao Chen: "Teacher, look, after I left you, I can still obtain the strange fire. This is enough to prove that my talent is far superior to yours!"
Yao Chen's figure flashed, and he rushed towards Han Feng like a ghost, and shouted at the same time: "Han Feng, die!"
Han Feng was not willing to be outdone and went up to Yao Chen. The two of them collided instantly, their flames intertwined, and their fighting spirit surged.
The secret room was instantly filled with white and blue light. The shock waves generated by the powerful collision caused deep cracks to appear on the surrounding walls. The ground also shook violently, and sand and rocks fell.
"Boom!" A huge roar sounded in the secret room, and the entire secret room seemed to collapse.
While fending off Yao Chen's attack, Han Feng panted and cursed, "Teacher, you are courting death! I will never lose to you!"
Yao Chen sneered and said, "Han Feng, you have committed many evil deeds, which are beyond the reach of justice! Today is your end!"
As he spoke, the power of the Bone Spirit Cold Fire increased again, and the white flame instantly turned into a fire dragon, pouncing towards Han Feng with its fangs and claws bared.
Han Feng screamed in pain: "No! Impossible! How could a mere remnant soul like you possess such a powerful spiritual power?"
At this moment, Han Feng's face was full of fear and despair, sweat was pouring down like rain, and he no longer had the arrogance he had before.
Yao Chen said sternly: "Han Feng, you evil creature, I will make you pay the price today!"
Han Feng's fighting spirit was gradually suppressed, and the light of the Sea Heart Flame became weaker and weaker, like a candle in the wind.
He struggled frantically and shouted, "Teacher, spare me! I was wrong!"
Yao Chen was not moved at all and continued to increase the intensity of his attack.
Just when Han Feng was about to collapse, he suddenly pulled out a black token from his arms and shouted, "Teacher, if you don't let me go, I will use this token to contact the guardian of Soul Palace Xuan, and then you will all be in trouble!"
"Teacher, you don't want to be discovered by the people from the Soul Palace, do you?"
Yao Chen shouted angrily: "You despicable villain, do you think that the Soul Palace can save you?"
Xiao Ling was not worried at all, but secretly delighted, thinking to himself, "This Xuan Guardian is only a Dou Zong. If he could give me a Dou Zong soul body, I would be happy. Now that Xuan Guardian has no body, he can be directly absorbed by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."
A trace of determination flashed in Yao Chen's eyes, and the power of the Bone Spirit Cold Fire instantly increased to the extreme, and the powerful flame force rushed towards Han Feng.
The flame was like a white lightning, instantly engulfing Han Feng.
Han Feng screamed in despair: "No!"
He wanted to crush the black token in his hand, but he didn't have the strength to do so.
In the end, Han Feng was hit by Yao Chen's powerful force and fell to the ground, dying.
His body was charred black and emitted a pungent smell. His originally gorgeous dark blue robe had long since been tattered.
Yao Chen floated forward and snatched the black token.
He activated his fighting spirit and struck Han Feng's body into a ball of bloody mist with one palm strike.
After his body was destroyed, Han Feng's soul suddenly turned into a white stream of light and wanted to escape from here.
Yao Chen stretched out his hand, and powerful soul power surged out instantly, and he tightly grasped Han Feng's soul body in his hand.
Yao Chen released a layer of Bone Spirit Cold Fire to seal Han Feng's soul. He said coldly, "Traitor, do you think you can threaten your master by using the Soul Palace? You are just a Soul Palace guardian. I will capture you if you come."
(End of this chapter)