Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 123 White Tiger, murderous spirit
“Ancestor!?” Zhuge Gong’s eyes widened, and his unswollen right cheek took the slap hard.

Snapped!
After he came to his senses, Zhuge Gong's entire face was left with only burning pain.

"Awake?" Yan Huan withdrew his hand and grasped his palm in confusion. He admitted that he was a little angry when he slapped her the first time, but he didn't put enough strength into that slap, it shouldn't have been so powerful.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhuge."

"It's not rude, it's not rude. Thank you, old ancestor, for awakening our unfilial descendants. Thank you, old ancestor, for awakening our incompetent descendants." Zhuge Gong knelt down and kowtowed, worshiping Yan Huan.

This···

what?
A Mr. Shuijing as Sima Yi called it was enough to make Yan Huan extremely upset. It would take him ten days or half a month to digest what he experienced in just one day. If Zhuge Liang was involved, everything would be in chaos.

"Mr. Zhuge, please stand up quickly!"

"Also, putting aside the matter of the water mirror, I have absolutely nothing to do with the Zhuge family." Yan Huan explained.

Just as he helped up Zhuge Gong, who kept kowtowing, a familiar yet strange feeling filled Yan Huan's heart.

There seemed to be the smell of elves around, and the smell was quite strange, with a scent of faith and will, a pure and refined breath of the soul, plus a sense of fierceness and domineering, a terrifying murderous intent that was so sharp that it wanted to kill gods and Buddhas.

There's something around here!

Yan Huan became cautious, but his body couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

This overwhelming murderous aura filled the entire courtyard, but it was not mixed with any malice. The murderous aura was pure murderous aura, without any extra impurities. It was murderous aura itself.

Moreover, this deterrent power has been restrained. If it were fully released, it would be a spiritual beast on the same level as Teng Snake.

Then, there is only one master of murderous intent, the White Tiger, one of the Eight Deceitful Gods known for his fierceness and masculine energy.

"Bifang!"

Yan Huan shouted, green feathers appeared on his back, and he flew into the air, jumping out of the courtyard shrouded in murderous intent.

Hovering in the air and sweeping downwards, the golden essence appeared.

The White Tiger belongs to the metal element, which is in harmony with the metal element, so it is easier to capture its position during the Qingming Festival.

"Sister, how is it? Is it the statue of Wu Hou in the ancestral hall or something else?"

Qingming looked down intently and tapped his fingers lightly beside Yan Huan's eyes, lighting up his golden pupils.

"I was so reckless. I forgot I had this trick."

Golden light shone from his pupils, and the breath of every blade of grass and tree in the courtyard became clearly visible.

In front of Yan Huan was an extremely huge vortex, the center of which was constantly converging towards Zhuge Qing.

"This is difficult. Could it be that the White Tiger has fallen into the soul of the descendant of Wu Hou just like the Teng Snake?"

Sorcerers love spirits and they obtain them in a proper way. If they really violate the bottom line of human life for the sake of the spirits, then they have almost gone astray.

In this case, we will really miss the chance to catch the White Tiger.

"Look carefully." Qingming reminded, and Yan Huan narrowed his eyes.

The murderous intent emanating from Zhuge Qing did not come from himself, but from a jade necklace hanging on his chest.

The breath emanates from the jade.

Swish!
Yan Huan rushed forward and landed in front of Zhuge Qing. He stretched out his hand forward, and the fierce murderous aura of Vajra Breaking filled the air, almost to the point of transforming into a blade.

The fluctuation of murderous intent seemed to have no effect on the Zhuge father and son.

Zhuge Qing wondered, "What's wrong, Master Yan?"

"Hey, Lao Qing, where did you get this jade pendant?" As for Taiyin and Baihu, Yan Huan had an appointment with the Wuhou Sect on this trip, so it was not private, so he asked straight to the point.

"This one." Zhuge Qing picked up the jade, and the stone core with emerald texture flickered faintly.

According to Zhuge Qing, this jade is an heirloom.

The descendants of the Zhuge family moved around for several times and finally settled in Zhuge Bagua Village in Zhejiang. That was a matter of several generations. Most of the inheritance items of the Wuhou School were lost, but this jade was the only one that remained.

Zhuge Qing has loved it since he was a child, and he always takes it with him when he travels far away or faces important events. "Master Yan, are you interested in this jade?"

“Not really. Besides, I told you not to call me Master. It sounds weird.” Yan Huan said, staring at the faint light of the jade. The murderous aura that was overflowing all over the place subsided and became gentle and soft.

"Then..." Zhuge Qing paused, "Mr. Shui Jing?"

"Do you believe that I will step on Qing again?" Yan Huan curled his lips and said unhappily.

"Brother Yan, I have carried this jade with me since I was a child. It doesn't seem to be anything rare." Zhuge Qing took off the jade necklace. "If you want it, I will give it to you."

Yan Huan was stunned and picked up the jade necklace.

"Brother Yan, don't think too much. This time, our ancestral temple suffered an unexpected disaster, and Brother Yan contributed the most. It's not too much to take this thing as a thank you gift."

Yan Huan clenched his fist and took the jade, then said to the father and son beside him, "Although I am only a nameless little witch, I know that a promise is worth a thousand gold, and I cannot do something that goes against my promise."

"The previous agreement with Wuhou Sect is still in place. I will help you comprehend, and Taiyin and Baihu will belong to me afterwards."

"Now call over all the talented and intelligent people in your sect!"

The Zhuge father and son looked at each other, speechless.

It is a shame to say that more than ten years ago, the person who had the greatest hope of igniting the True Fire of Samadhi was Zhuge Gong, but now, the disciple has surpassed his master and the one with the highest success rate is Zhuge Qing.

The two most talented people in the Wuhou faction stood in front of Yan Huan.

"No...no need to shout. Those who have a hope of enlightenment are all here."

Both the old and the young were beaten down by Yan Huan.

"Then let's disperse first. Today's battle with Sima Yi took a lot of my energy, and you two need to rest for a while. Why don't we make plans after your injuries are healed?" Yan Huan suggested.

"But I still shamelessly accepted this jade."

Zhuge and his son bowed solemnly, "Please do as you please. The Wuhou faction would like to thank you!"

After finalizing their future plans, the dark clouds that had been weighing on Zhuge Qing and Zhuge Gong's hearts finally dissipated a little.

But both of them knew that if they could not lose their desire and awe for the True Fire Samadhi, the fire of life would never be ignited.

Practicing strange magic and strengthening the body are all for the purpose of taking this last step, a step full of risks but crucial.

"I hope with the help of this master, this road can be smoother." Zhuge Gong sighed.

Ok?
In a trance, Zhuge Gong suddenly realized that seeking for self-improvement outside is a wrong path.

The ultimate goal of mastering the changes in the world is to master yourself.

Snapped!
He slapped himself in the mouth and slapped his already bloated face again. The intense pain made him sober up.

Zhuge Gong resumed his previous leisurely demeanor and said to Yan Huan with a smile, "Why don't we go to my humble abode and have a cup of tea to drive away the autumn chill?"

Yan Huan agreed with a smile.

The three of them walked out of the courtyard, talking and laughing. Since this place was damaged, they would wait for the Tourism Management Committee and official people to come out and then discuss it together. Now it would be better for them to rest.

After a few steps, a trembling voice sounded from behind the three people, "I... I think I can still save him."

I rely on!

Yan Huan looked back and almost forgot about this researcher.

Before Sima Yi was stripped off, part of the sky-devouring black flame was blocked by magic, and the dragon whiskers of the wood spirit protected a large part of it, so it did not completely swallow him.

But the current situation of this researcher is not optimistic and his life is hanging by a thread.

Yan Huan plucked off a green feather and scattered it on the man's chest. The burn marks on his body gradually began to disappear.

"You'll probably have to find out about the missing part of your soul yourself. It'll take a lot of effort to restore it."

"Thank you...thank you very much."

(End of this chapter)