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

Chapter 375 Yan Huan visits the Huaxing Sect, Wang Ai decides to take action
The death of his best friend and master was something Ding Shimaan had never expected.

After knowing the news, Na Ruhu's face looked very ugly. He went to the company to pick up the body. Even in the final meeting with Zhao Fangxu, he looked terrifying and kept no one away.

Out of consideration for his master's dignity, Na Ruhu mostly kept silent about the questions asked by the company. Later, both parties learned from Yan Huan the fact that Chai Yan's soul was incomplete.

His memory had been altered.

Chai Yan's death further implicated a series of incidents caused by Qu Tong, which made Zhao Fangxu so frightened that he conducted another thorough investigation in the company.

He used the method of "wandering souls entering the body" of people in the circle to eliminate the middle and senior management of the company one by one. Unfortunately, Qu Tong handled the evacuation cleanly and did not leave any trace.

Due to the intervention of the company and Xigu Pavilion, Yan Huan put Qu Tong's affairs on hold and went to Huaxing Gate early.

This sect is located in a small county town in central Shanxi, and its appearance resembles a bustling and noisy flower and bird market.

Before the early morning mist dissipates, the place is already bustling with birds chirping in the cages and flowers blooming in front of the flower stalls. Most of the customers coming and going are elderly people who like to get up early. The hustle and bustle, the fragrance of flowers and the singing of birds interweave into a vivid picture of the city.

At the end of the Flower and Bird Street District, there is a quaint and elegant cottage, which is the location of the Huaxing Sect.

In front of the house, in the courtyard paved with bluestone slabs, eighteen kinds of weapons were displayed. However, the sect was recently facing a matter of life and death, and the disciples had no intention of practicing. Now the area in front of the door was empty, with no one in sight.

boom!
There was an angry sound of banging on the table in the lobby.

"Wang Ai is simply going too far! My disciples have nothing to do with the death of his great-grandson. What right does he have to detain people without authorization? Damn it! If the company doesn't solve the problem, I'm going to take legal action!"

“Do you really think the four major families can do whatever they want?” The speaker was the leader of the Huaxing Sect, named Ma Qiyuan.

Directly opposite him was an old man in green clothes and white hair, and a strong young man. They were Mr. Fang and Huang Ning'er from the Truth Seeking Society.

Mr. Fang sipped his tea calmly. Through the steam, one could see the conspicuous mole under his left eye.

After Ma Qiyuan's indignation subsided, he slowly said, "The small sects in the circle have been suffering from the big sects for a long time. Now it is best to unite."

"Captain Mamon, the Qiuzhen Society will stand by you in this matter. However, matters within the circle are best resolved by the people within the circle themselves."

Huang Ninger's veins popped up and he snorted coldly: "Four major families? What the hell..."

Mr. Fang patted Huang Ning'er on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down, and then changed the subject and mentioned the resolution of the Ten Lords' meeting yesterday.

"What do you think about the new eleventh 'Lao'?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere turned cold.

Huang Ning put his strong and thick hands together and rubbed them back and forth. A feeling of resentment in his chest lingered for a long time.

As the representative of a small sect, the Qiuzhen Society has been extremely supportive of the company's policies in recent days, just to ensure that Huang Ning'er can successfully enter the Ten Lords Society.

The Wang family makes things difficult for the Huaxing Sect, Xu Xin of the Tang Sect makes a new appearance, and Zhao Fangxu is about to give in. The situation is going well, but unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin shows up halfway - Yan Huan, who has disappeared for half a year, comes back.

Moreover, the first day he appeared, he became the topic of the Ten Lords’ Meeting the next day, and he became the new “Lord” on the same day.

Everything happened so unexpectedly that the original plan of the Truth Seeking Society was completely disrupted.

With the joining of Yan Huan, the forces of all parties will inevitably shift accordingly. Before the situation is completely stabilized, the company cannot consider the matter of the twelfth "boss".

The Truth Seeking Society's desire to gain more say has become a distant dream.

"Damn it!" Huang Ning'er slammed the table, making the teacup make a crisp sound.

Ma Qiyuan, who was standing opposite him, rested his arms on his knees, thinking deeply, and suddenly said, "As for this new guy, he is also a legend in the circle. I have heard about him before..."

"This gentleman has a very good character. What do you think? Can we start with him?"

Mr. Fang took a sip of tea and said coldly, "Difficult."

"In recent years, Feng Zhenghao of Tianxiahui and Na Ruhu of Xigu Pavilion have indeed stood up and done a lot of things, but in the end, didn't they all return to consolidating their own power?"

"The so-called 'Lao' is just a nickname for playing with power. Instead of keeping illusions about others, it is better to calm down and think about how to break the situation."

Ma Qiyuan frowned and said, "I heard that Mr. Yan was born in a Wu Nuo family in Jiangxi, but he did not expand his power because of this. I know that he has a mountain in Dayu area, called Qunling Mountain, and some people call it Wuwang Mountain, but there are not many people gathered there!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Grandpa Fang waved his hand to stop, "Then Ruhu became a 'boss' not because of the gang of hooligans he suppressed, but because he is good at fighting."

"But after becoming a 'Lao', can you say that Xigu Pavilion has no major development? Similarly, the new 'Lao' will have a large number of followers just by relying on the title of 'Witch King'. Captain Mammon should not be too naive."

Slip!

Mr. Fang took another sip of tea carefully, then felt that his words had been too harsh, so he bowed and apologized again.

"I'm sorry, I spoke too harshly. People's hearts are unpredictable. It's better to rely on yourself than on others."

"Even among the 'old men', there are very few who are as stubborn as Xiao Huang, who is willing to go against the Wang family for the sake of a small sect."

“Well...indeed..." Ma Qiyuan had a request to the Truth-Seeking Society, so there were some things he couldn't reply to.

In fact, the relationship between the Huaxing Sect and the Qiuzhen Society has long become one of dependence and being dependent. The small sect is looking for a big tree to provide shade, and it doesn't matter which force it is, as long as the tree is big and strong enough.

call--

Ma Qiyuan let out a long sigh and secretly glanced at the two people opposite him while raising his glass.

Perhaps Mr. Fang and Huang Ning'er themselves did not realize that in the talks with the Huaxing Sect, they had already placed themselves in the position of superiors.

To put it bluntly, the so-called mutual assistance among small sects is nothing more than the merger of sects in the end, or to put it more bluntly, the annexation of sects.

"We are all surviving in the cracks, why not just say that the Huaxing Sect should be merged into the Qiuzhen Society?" He swallowed these words along with a few tea stalks.

But think about it, there is no kindness without reason in the world, people are willing to help is a great mercy, as for the calculation behind it...

“Forget it…”

Ma Qiyuan clenched the teacup tightly.

The atmosphere became strange and surprising. Grandpa Fang and Huang Ning'er looked at the time and felt that it was time to end their morning chat.

Just as he was about to get up, a young disciple from the Huaxing Sect ran in hurriedly.

"Master, a distinguished guest has arrived."

"At this time..." Ma Qiyuan asked in confusion: "Who is this distinguished guest from?"

"Mr. Yan...Mr. Yan Huan..." The young disciple's face was covered with sweat, and he couldn't tell whether he was frightened or surprised.

Huang Ning'er and Grandpa Fang, who were sitting around the table, exchanged glances and looked at each other in bewilderment.

What is he here to do?
Ma Qiyuan hesitated for a moment, raised his hand in panic and put it down helplessly. After struggling back and forth for several times, he finally didn't care about the two people in front of him and stood up to greet them.

"Please come quickly!"

Ma Qiyuan followed his little apprentice through the courtyard and came to a corridor hung with spider plants and bird cages.

Yan Huan was teasing a thrush in a cage.

The thrush was neither startled nor annoyed. It jumped lightly in the birdcage, and rubbed Yan Huan's fingers with its head and beak from time to time.

"Mr. Yan!" Ma Qiyuan, who was over 70 years old, greeted him with a bow.

Yan Huan smiled slightly and returned the compliment, "Master, this place is truly a different world, with blooming flowers and beautiful birdsong, free from the hustle and bustle of the world. It is a rare blessing to be able to enjoy this quiet corner."

"It's all thanks to the circle of dragon cypress trees on the outside..." Ma Qiyuan gestured to the lush trees around him to make way for him.

"My name is Ma Qiyuan, Mr. Yan, please come in."

"It just so happens that two people from the Seeking Truth Society are also visiting my humble abode..."

Ma Qiyuan led the way forward, occasionally looking back, and saw Yan Huan's light figure and air, as if she was one with the deep and quiet corridor, untainted by the mundane world, and even gave him a feeling of being an immortal.

In the lobby, Mr. Fang stood up to greet him and said with a smile: "It is said that a new official starts with three fires. It's only the first day, and Mr. Yan is already worried about the major events in the circle. This is really a blessing for the circle!"

Huang Ning'er just drank her tea silently without even raising her head.

Yan Huan looked closely at Mr. Fang, who came from the Natural School. Although this gray-haired old man spoke respectfully, the malice above his head had already been woven into a black cloud.

If he hadn't intervened, Huang Ning'er would have naturally become the new "boss".

"I dare not, I dare not. But I also have many important matters related to the head of the Wang family, so I came here to ask for details."

After hearing this, Ma Qiyuan felt disappointed.

Could it be that he is on the same side as Wang Ai?
"They are all just people who curry favor with the powerful!" Huang Ning'er said, and left angrily. Mr. Fang smiled embarrassedly and said, "Young people are just angry, please don't mind, Mr. Yan."

After saying that, he chased after Huang Ning'er's back and left in a hurry.

Yan Huan watched the two of them walk through the corridor filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and shook her head slightly.

The dog-headed military advisor and the reckless man are executing...

Ma Qiyuan removed the tea bowls on the table and replaced them with a new set of utensils.

After refilling the hot water, he asked anxiously, "I wonder what kind of important matter Mr. Yan is asking about?"

"Don't panic, Sect Master. I just want to know the cause and effect of this incident." Yan Huan took a seat and took the teacup.

Ma Qiyuan let out a long sigh. Speaking of Wang Ai, he was simply being unreasonable.

"I guess you have heard about the Wang family's reputation in the circle over the past few decades. I, Huaxing Sect, will definitely not show any sympathy for the Wang family."

"If you don't do good deeds and accumulate merit, you deserve it! But it would be fine if he tracked down the murderer, but he chose to focus on the broken inheritance of our sect. It's simply unreasonable!"

Ma Qiyuan said angrily, turning his head to look at the painting hanging on the wall, which was a picture of a strange beast called "Ya Li".

The picture of the strange beast is divided into two parts, and both the upper and lower parts have some characteristics of all things. It looks like a combination of various animals, with human faces, cow horns, fish heads, tiger bodies, horse tails...

The Huaxing Sect has a long history, dating back to the Tang Dynasty. The development of the sect initially originated from the worship of all things. Its inheritance is also divided into two parts. One is to integrate animal forms into fist and foot moves, and the other is to use Qi to transform the body in harsh environments, thereby improving the ability to adapt to the environment.

"This damn thing insisted that the lost secret skills of my sect could transform people's bodies and turn them into animals, so he detained several of my disciples..."

"If I had the ability to defy the heavens, wouldn't I challenge him openly?"

Ma Qiyuan complained bitterly, but now he couldn't explain this unexpected disaster.

But Yan Huan's face opposite him darkened.

"It seems that Wang Bing's abnormality cannot be known to outsiders, so Wang Ai privately seeks a sect that may be able to 'create animals and transform them into living beings'..."

I feel a sense of guilt for no reason...

Yan Huan took a sip of tea and nodded, "I see."

Ma Qiyuan gritted his teeth and said angrily, "And I suspect that Wang Ai knows who the murderer is. With his status as the head of one of the four major families, can't he hire a sorcerer who can tell the truth?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan felt that what the head of the Transformation Sect said made sense.

An ordinary sorcerer could not be considered as an expert, but it would not be difficult for him to deduce the murderer of a dog.

Wang Ai did not focus on the murderer, but was looking for the "creator" instead. This meant that the murderer's identity was definitely beyond his reach.

Can't be touched, or shouldn't be touched.

Yan Huan thought about it and only considered one possibility. Those political and business leaders or the top leaders of "Everywhere Access" simply disdain to embarrass a dog. So the one who killed Wang Bing could only be Wang Ai himself.

"With Wang Ai's temper, he would never hold back if a Shar Pei barked in front of him."

The overly doting grandfather killed his most beloved great-grandson. In some mysterious way, God must have ended your life in this way...

Yan Huan shook his head and chuckled, then stood up, took out a book from the bookcase in the corner of the lobby, and sandwiched an object between the pages.

"Master Ma, I give this to you as a bargaining chip to exchange for your disciples."

"After rescuing people, remember to let them find a place to hide from the disaster."

"Okay..." Ma Qiyuan took the book and was curious, but found that the pages could not be opened no matter what. When he looked up in confusion, Yan Huan's figure had disappeared.

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The royal residence.

It was a dark and windy night. The shadows of the bamboos swayed, a cold breeze blew through the woods, and low, hoarse breathing sounds rose and fell.

Under the dim light, a dozen people sat cross-legged, sweat dripping down their foreheads, their expressions solemn as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

Most of them had blood oozing from the corners of their mouths, their faces were pale, and their bodies were trembling.

Fifteen warlocks are trapped deep in the inner scene, just to unlock the answer to one question.

Wang Ai, who was standing by, was waiting quietly with a cane, his slightly narrowed eyes occasionally opening and scanning the expressions of everyone.

Suddenly, a muffled groan broke the silence, and a man was seen spitting blood. His face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes suddenly opened, revealing despair and pain.

“Failed again…” the man murmured in a low voice, his vitality greatly damaged, his breath as weak as a candle in the wind.

"You can't lose. Your daughter is still in my hands. It's not easy for her to obtain Qi at such a young age. Don't ruin her bright future." Wang Ai smiled and touched the back of the sorcerer's head.

"You!!!" The warlock covered his chest with his hands. The backlash he suffered from Neijing was excruciating. He stared at Wang Ai with his eyes wide open.

Not far from where the crowd was casting spells, an old man with dishevelled hair and a dirty face sat on the ground. His clothes were tattered, patched, and covered in dust, and he looked like a beggar.

He held a broken bowl with a chip in his hand, and three copper coins at the bottom of the bowl made crisp colliding sounds.

"Master Wang, those who do evil will surely destroy themselves..." The speaker's name was Li Ziping, a great fortune teller from Luoyang. Throughout his life, he only practiced the art of "shaking coin divining". People said that three coins could predict everything in the world.

"A sorcerer is not one who is straightforward. You have used coercion and bribery, and gathered so many people, but you still can't get a result. Then the answer should have been obvious a long time ago."

"Release these people and their families. Let me help you guess a few..."

Click, click...

Wang Ai walked slowly forward with a cane, bent his body and leaned down.

"Mr. Li, please tell me about it."

Li Ziping shook the broken porcelain bowl in his hand, tossed the three copper coins back and forth, and said in a low voice: "Zhang Zhiwei, Zhao Fangxu, Wu Gensheng..."

"Lü Ci, Lu Jin, Guan Shihua... and the one hidden by the Gao family."

"Also, the one you've been eyeing..."

Bang!

Wang Ai smashed the broken bowl with his walking stick, and three copper coins engraved with Dot fell to the ground.

"In that case, please ask Mr. Li to tell Wang's fortune before he goes to war."

"Let's cast the divinatory sticks." Li Ziping said in a deep voice.

Wang Ai sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up three copper coins, and threw them three times in a row.

Li Ziping didn't need to memorize or calculate the hexagrams specifically, as, unsurprisingly, they all showed signs of failure.

It is a sign of defeat but not of death, life is worse than death.

"That's weird, that's weird!"

If you are a wicked person, let this old beggar give you a push!

Li Ziping picked up the copper coin and pointed it forward: "You have less than a 60% chance of winning. If you want to win a great victory, you may need to bring more confidants with you."

"You are lying to me." Wang Ai's eyes flashed with ferocity.

"My grandson is well taken care of by you, how dare an old beggar lie to you?" Li Ziping showed his yellow and rotten teeth and laughed crazily, "Patriarch Wang is well-known in the circle for doting on his great-grandson. He is really good at threatening people with other people's relatives!"

"Ah? Hahahahahaha!"

Snapped!
Wang Ai grabbed Li Ziping's throat, and the laughter stopped immediately, turning into bursts of heavy breathing.

"I'll trust you just once."

"I am quite confident in my ability as a witch, but I wonder if you have taken these two things behind me into account in your divination?"

Whoosh!

A gust of cold wind blew, and two huge black shadows appeared behind Wang Ai. One of them was completely invisible, while the other looked like a crystal clear amber gem.

The gem was as big as a mountain, solid and heavy, and occasionally emitted a faint light.

(End of this chapter)