Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 409: Wouldn’t he be obedient if you just punch him twice?
"Master, Master, I already know the pharmacology here. Please tell me the next part!"

A tender baby voice was heard, and a pair of small hands kept shaking Yao Chen's fingers. There was a desire for knowledge in the bright eyes.

His hands were so small that even if he stretched them hard he could only grab one of the other person's fingers.

"Haha, Feng'er, more haste makes waste."

Yao Lao lifted the child from his lap into his arms, teasing him with a smile, "Think back to this passage. Have you truly grasped the pharmacological knowledge contained therein?"

"If Master doesn't believe me, I can recite it by heart!"

The child suddenly felt like competing, and he actually recited the previous content backwards without missing a word.

His thoughts are coherent and his memory is clear, but those words that seem extremely awkward when read backwards seem a bit stuttering. However, with the blessing of his childish voice, he seems quite childish and very cute.

The more Yao Lao listened, the more amazed he was. It was already rare to have a photographic memory, but it was even more difficult for a young child to arrange the content in reverse order in his mind. Even he was far from being able to do that as a child.

This is what a so-called genius is, right?
Yao Lao clapped his hands in praise and said with a kind smile, "Hahaha, you are worthy of being my disciple, Yao Chen, Feng'er. Your ability really opens my eyes."

Hearing this, a hint of complacency flashed in the child's eyes, and then he asked expectantly:
"Master, the next part—"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the man at the perfect time.

"But Feng'er, although you have an exceptional memory, as an alchemist, the first thing you should do is to clearly understand the requirements of the pill recipe."

Yao Lao knocked his fingers on the handrail, making a 'dong dong' sound as a warning.
"Master asked if you understood the pharmacological principles, but you just recited it backwards. Doesn't that count as answering the wrong question?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the young child was really stunned.

What is the meaning of pharmacological knowledge?

At his age, it is extremely difficult for him to remember it, so how can he understand the intrinsic knowledge of pharmacology?
"Master, I...I don't know."

Han Feng lowered his head and said obediently, but a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, that's alright. At your age, it's already quite difficult to memorize everything. Taking your time is the path you should follow."

Yao Lao stroked Han Feng's head with his large hand, but his mind was full of his former self.

The excessive medicinal baths he took when he was young made his cultivation progress by leaps and bounds, but it was precisely because he was too radical that when he reached the realm of Dou Zun, his cultivation progress was difficult to make for a long time.

A disciple does not have to be inferior to a teacher.

His goal has always been to train Han Feng to surpass himself.

"Feng'er, always remember this."

The long words lingered in my mind, and then turned into an extremely calm voice behind me, indifferent and cold.
“If you want to accomplish something, you must guard against arrogance and impatience.”

"Old guy"

Han Feng's pupils suddenly widened, and with a ferocious expression like a ghost, he roared intermittently:

"It's you? How could it be you? Why aren't you dead?!"

"It's unfortunate for our sect. As the master, I haven't cleared the sect yet. How can I die so easily?" Yao Lao responded calmly.

With a slight exertion of force, he suddenly pulled his big hand out from Han Feng's dantian. The bone spirit cold fire just flashed slightly, and it burned all the dirty blood, leaving no trace of dust.

"laugh!"

Large streams of blood gushed out from his dantian. Under the burning of the strange fire, they turned into ice crystal shapes and fell to the ground with crackling sounds.

Han Feng felt powerless and collapsed on the edge of the barrier.

Looking at the figure wrapped in a black robe in front of him, he felt both fear and anger. He never expected that the teacher who had always been upright and noble would return the favor to him in such a way!

This is simply a great shame and humiliation!
"Old man, you really have a hidden trick up your sleeve."

Blood spurted out, and Han Feng's eyes were filled with hatred. "I should have known as early as when I crushed your body bit by bit. Since the Burning Art is not on you, you must have some life-saving method!"

Looking at the black-robed figure in front of him who was indifferent and silent, Han Feng suddenly laughed wildly as if he had gone mad.

"Haha, old man, I was right, wasn't I? You hid the Burning Technique from me, and you also hid the life-saving method from me. You taught your apprentice to starve the master to death. How could you not be on guard against me?!"

"Look at what you look like now!"

Han Feng clutched his chest and cursed, "You said you despised the Soul Palace and didn't want to be associated with it, but what about now? Haven't you become someone else's lackey? This force even tried to kill you!"

He almost visibly collapsed.

The people summoned by the Black Horn Region all rebelled. The strange fire was within reach but they could not get it. Even their lives were almost in danger.
Han Feng was yelling and cursing like a barking wild dog. He ignored the fierce battle in the sky and vented his inner resentment and rage crazily.

In fact, he would not be so naive. Even if he was resentful, he should not provoke the other party like this when his life was in the hands of others.

But the one who killed him was none other than his long-dead 'Master,' the one who once accepted all his tempers. Whether he complained or got angry, Yao Lao never expressed any dissatisfaction with him. This was why Han Feng dared to point his finger at him and curse him even though he knew he was seeking revenge.

Maybe this is what it means to be a spoiled person?
We are always grateful for the little things that passersby do for us, but we treat the wholehearted love of the elders around us as trash.

"Damn it"

Suddenly, a clear young man's voice came from under the black robe.

Han Feng's curses stopped abruptly, and he looked at the black-robed man in front of him with his throat choked as if his neck was being strangled.
"What?"

He slowly took off the brim of his black robe, revealing a very young and stern face, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"I said, you deserve to die!"

Behind the young man's body, there seemed to be an illusory old man standing. The two completely different faces slowly overlapped at this moment, like overlapping souls.

Like, so similar.

The two faces, which were clearly unrelated, were now as indifferent and cold as ever. Han Feng was terrified and said in horror almost subconsciously:

"You, he's your apprentice? Old man, you're quite resourceful. Even with only a remnant of your soul left alive, you still refuse to change your ways. How many more people are you going to harm?!"

After saying that, his eyes lit up, and he crawled to Xiao Yan's side, desperately grabbing his sleeve, begging as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw:
"Junior brother, listen to what I have to say. I know this old man's temper best. He must have some reservations about you!"

"You've seen what happened to me. We're from the same sect. If you don't want to be harmed by this old fellow, save my brother's life immediately. Then, I'll share Maple City in the Black Horn Territory with you. You—"

Before he finished speaking, Han Feng felt that the temperature around him seemed to rise a few degrees in an instant. Looking again, the resentment in his eyes was instantly replaced by astonishment.

Green, red, and dark black flames ignited, as if hooking Han Feng's soul, rising in Xiao Yan's palm.

"Various kinds of strange fire."

Han Feng stared at the flame in Xiao Yan's palm and roared hysterically:
"The Burning Technique, the complete version of the Burning Technique! Old man, you actually passed the complete version of the Burning Technique to a young boy?!"

At this point, even if Han Feng was still overwhelmed, he realized that the young man in front of him would never be bewitched by a few words from him.

No one will save him.

"In terms of strength, even if I have to rebuild my skills, I am already close to Dou Zong. In terms of alchemy, I am now close to the seventh level. I only need to improve my cultivation level. How exactly am I, Han Feng, worse than him?! Old man, tell me!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. Han Feng roared wildly and activated his fighting spirit, madly grabbing at the illusory figure in the sky!

As a powerful warrior at the peak of Douhuang, the Dou Qi in Han Feng's body has long been stored in his limbs and bones. Even if his dantian was pierced through, he would not lose all of his Dou Qi.

However, just as he was gathering strength to attack the old man's shadow, a fist as big as a sandbag suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Oh!"

"what!!!"

A scream like that of a pig being slaughtered was heard, and Han Feng flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, with his teeth mixed with blood scattered all over the ground.

Xiao Yan quickly followed, raised his fist and punched Han Feng in the face again!
"Bang!!"

"I am a half-step Dou Zong, how dare you humiliate me like this!"

"Bang!!!"

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"Bang!!!"

Xiao Yan's heavy punches were as dense as raindrops, and fell on Han Feng's face with almost no gaps. He hit the hardest parts of the face and refused to let him faint.

The strange fire mixed on the tip of his fist erupted with an extremely terrifying power. At this moment, Xiao Yan's cultivation had reached its limit, and it was undergoing a transformation and sublimation like a blowout.

The sound waves were more violent than the last, breaking Han Feng's cheekbones, causing half of his face to cave in and his nose to become twisted into a knot, making him look almost inhuman.

His fists were stained with blood, and Xiao Yan's eyes were as sharp as knives. No matter how Han Feng wailed and screamed, he did not hold back at all until his face was completely smashed to pieces. Then he finally shook his hands and stood up.

"Spare my life"

When the thin and weak cries of begging for mercy were heard, Xiao Yan sneered, forced the voice to become a line, and cursed at the other party.

After doing all this, he took a deep breath, then pretended to be nothing and laughed at Yao Lao behind him:
"Master, don't be angry. Talking with reason won't work with this kind of scum. Look, if you give him two punches, won't he behave himself?"

Looking at the young man in front of him with a bright smile, Yao Lao laughed silently, then nodded slightly.

As if he didn't want to see Han Feng in such an ugly state again, he turned slightly to the side, turned to a corner where no one was paying attention, and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

"Silly boy"

(End of this chapter)