Doupo: Many Children, Many Blessings; Starting with Rock Spear Judgment of Yunshan

The air in the hall seemed to freeze.

The charcoal fire was burning brightly, crackling and popping.

Paimon's words still echoed in everyone's ears, carrying a chilling innocence.

Should we throw the ring in and boil it?

What kind of devilish statement is this?

Xiao Yan subconsciously hid his left hand behind his back. Although he didn't believe there was any soul in the ring, the feeling of being stared at like food was really not pleasant.

Lin Feng ignored the surprised and uncertain gazes around him.

His palms faced upwards, his five fingers slightly curled up.

hum.

A golden-red flame suddenly ignited in his palm without warning.

This flame was not catalyzed by battle qi, nor did it possess the violent destructive aura of a strange fire, but instead exuded an ancient and pure elemental fluctuation.

The surrounding space distorted the moment the flame appeared.

The distortion wasn't caused by high-temperature burning, but rather as if the rules of space itself were being rejected and rewritten by this flame.

The temperature in the hall did not rise; instead, it gave people a feeling of intense heat that went straight to their souls.

Xiao Zhan was the closest, and beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. His fighting spirit began to surge uncontrollably, as if he had encountered some kind of natural enemy.

"Aren't you coming out?"

Lin Feng looked at the flickering flame at his fingertips, speaking in a calm tone as if he were discussing the weather.

"Medicine Dust".

The ring trembled violently as soon as those two words were uttered.

The amplitude was very small, but Xiao Yan could feel it.

That cool, metallic touch suddenly turned scalding hot.

Lin Feng continued without pausing.

"The Medicine Master".

The ring trembled even more violently.

"The top alchemist in Central Plains back then."

Lin Feng gently stroked the golden-red flame with his fingers, slowly bringing it closer to Xiao Yan's fingers.

"If you don't come out, I'll take that as you admitting this ring is worthless."

"I crushed it directly."

The last five words conveyed an unquestionable determination.

The flame was less than an inch away from the ring.

The terrifying sense of oppression made even the ancient patterns on the ring's surface groan under the strain.

In the shadows of a corner of the hall.

A figure almost blending into the darkness was now deeply shaken.

Lingying.

As a Dou Huang powerhouse sent by the ancient clan to protect Xiao Xun'er, his knowledge far surpasses that of this bumpkin from Wutan City.

The Medicine Master?

The number one alchemist in Central Plains?

That legendary top expert who fell many years ago?

Ling Ying stared intently at the inconspicuous ring, her breath catching in her throat.

If that's true, then wouldn't Miss's years of infiltration have been right under their noses?

Just as the flames were about to touch the ring.

boom--!

A desolate, vast, and terrifying soul power, seemingly from the ancient primordial era, erupted from that small ring without reservation!

This force is not aggressive in any way, yet it is so pure that it inspires despair.

All the tables, chairs, and benches in the hall instantly turned to dust under this oppressive force.

Apart from Lin Feng, Paimon who was being protected behind him, and Xiao Yan who was at the center of the storm, everyone else was uncontrollably forced to retreat.

Nalan Yanran's face turned deathly pale; if she hadn't been supporting herself with her long sword, she probably would have already collapsed to her knees.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow.

A transparent, aged figure slowly floated out of the ring.

The old man had white hair and beard, and a gaunt face. Although he was in a spirit state, he possessed the air of a master who looked down upon the world.

At this moment, however, the master's face was filled with solemnity and apprehension.

Yao Lao hovered in mid-air, his gaze passing over Xiao Yan and fixed on Lin Feng.

"Just who are you, young friend?"

The old doctor's voice was aged and hoarse, with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"I am confident that I have concealed myself perfectly; even a Dou Zong expert might not be able to detect me."

How did you see through it?

He had no choice but to come out.

That ball of flame just now felt extremely dangerous to him.

That wasn't battle qi, nor was it a strange fire; it was a power of rules he had never seen before.

If the flames were to actually reach his true form, his remaining soul would likely be reduced to ashes on the spot.

Paimon poked his head out from behind Lin Feng, looking at the old man in mid-air with a disappointed expression.

"Oh, so he's an old man."

"I thought she would be a great beauty, just like in the book."

"If it's not food, then it's no fun."

The old doctor's lips twitched violently.

Ingredients?

That little thing really did want to cook him!

Lin Feng dissipated the flames in his palm and stood with his hands behind his back.

Who I am is not important.

"The important thing is that you need to pay back the debts you owe."

debt?

Xiao Yan stood there, head held high, staring blankly at the soul entity floating above him.

This is... the secret inside the ring?

This is... the "memento" his mother left him?

Lin Feng's words, the mysterious disappearance of battle qi over the past three years, and this old man who suddenly appeared...

All the clues came together at this moment.

The truth, like a sharp knife, pierced Xiao Yan's heart.

"It's you..."

Xiao Yan's voice trembled, and his eyes instantly reddened.

"Did you absorb my fighting spirit?"

For the past three years, he has endured countless scornful looks.

From a genius showered with adulation, he fell to become a worthless nobody despised by all.

His fiancée came to break off the engagement, his father suffered humiliation because of him, and his clansmen ridiculed him.

He thought he had lost all his talent and that God was playing a trick on him.

result.

It was all because of that old ghost living inside the ring?!

"Was it you?!"

Xiao Yan suddenly roared, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged little lion, and reached out to grab Yao Lao in the air without regard for anything else.

Even if the other party exudes a terrifying aura.

Even if the other party could crush him with a single finger.

But he doesn't care.

The anger of being deceived and used completely clouded his judgment.

A hint of guilt flashed in Yao Lao's eyes, and he gracefully retreated, avoiding Xiao Yan's hand.

"Little one, let me explain..."

"I won't listen!"

Xiao Yan roared hysterically, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"Give me back my fighting spirit!"

"Give me back my dignity!"

"Do you know how I've spent the last three years?!"

The boy's breakdown was on full display at this moment.

The Xiao family elders around them looked at each other, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.

original……

Is that really the case?

The good-for-nothing they always mocked was actually a genius, only his talent was... stolen?

Nalan Yanran's knuckles turned white as she gripped the sword.

Looking at the boy screaming on the verge of collapse, she suddenly felt a strange sense of panic.

If... if his talent were still there...

If he hadn't lost his fighting spirit during those three years...

Wouldn't today's annulment of the engagement become a huge joke?

What's even more terrifying is that behind this boy lies such a terrifying soul entity!

Master Medicine!

Although she didn't know what this title represented, just based on this aura alone, it was definitely not something that the Yunlan Sect could easily provoke!

"alright."

A hand gently rested on Xiao Yan's shoulder.

The movement wasn't forceful, but it felt like a mountain, instantly suppressing all of Xiao Yan's restlessness.