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

Chapter 377: An irresistible reason, the dream of all wizards in the world

Wang Lian's eyes revealed a rare fatigue for his age, his lips and teeth trembled slightly, and he seemed to be at the end of his life.

Yan Huan lit up his Golden Dark Eyes and probed into his body. He discovered that the internal Qi of this young man from the Wang family was not only disordered but also a complete mess.

Such a person can easily depict a group of lifelike creatures.

"Is this your Wang family's 'divine paint'?"

Wang Lian nodded, using Qi as ink, painting the world as a scroll, and making the objects under his brush move like living creatures, which is part of "Divine Painting".

Of course, this is the only part he can master. Just like "Binding Souls and Dispatching Generals", apart from the small method of binding souls, he can't learn its advanced methods.

When the painting of Qunling Mountain Scenery was finished, Wang Lian carefully put it away and said, "This painting is my gift to you. I did it in a hurry, so I'm afraid it can't be framed."

Yan Huan took the painting and thought that the white walls in the house were empty, so it could be used as decoration.

"Brother Huan, have you finished discussing the matter with my dad?" Wang Lian didn't know where to look.

At first, he had no intention of visiting, but his father believed the words of the fortune teller and forced him to come.

Now looking at it, it seems that the trip was worthwhile to see this beautiful scenery.

"I came here specially to see you." Yan Huan said.

"Find me?"

"Since you have inherited the power of 'Conscripting Spirits and Dispatching Generals', there is one thing you must do."

"Hmm..." Wang Lian said in a low voice, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes surrounded by dark circles.

What can he do with his "Spirit-Binding and General-Sending Technique" which he can never master?

The corners of Wang Lian's mouth twitched reluctantly. He had to admit that in terms of aptitude and talent, he was no match for Wang Bing at all.

Wang Bing was his cousin, and was what his relatives called "the other people's child". Especially under the partiality and doting of his great-grandfather Wang Ai, Wang Lian spent most of his childhood being compared.

He glanced at the towering tree next to him. The vines there were soft and bright after being washed by the spring rain. It was the place where Wang Bing had been hung and tortured.

"I...I can't do it. My talent is not as good as Brother Bing's..."

Yan Huan pointed to the scroll in his hand and shook his head.

"Don't belittle yourself. I don't think Wang Bing can paint such a beautiful and spiritual painting."

Eh?
Wang Lian's heart was touched, and he was distracted for a moment.

Yan Huan knew a little about the "secret paintings" and "divine paints" of the two major schools of Danqing. They were not like those of weapon refiners that relied on supreme talent. Practitioners could make up for their innate deficiencies through acquired practice.

As the saying goes, "Diligence can make up for lack of talent." The power of the creation under the brushstrokes depends not only on the painter's "sexual" skills and energy, but also on the depth of his skills and emotions.

Wang Lian still has some deficiencies in terms of the resilience of his soul and the reserves of his Sea of ​​Qi, but the skills he has honed and the mind he has immersed himself in are definitely not at the “half-baked” level as he calls himself.

Yan Huan can feel it from the painting in his hand.

Of course, what Yan Huan cared about more was the album hidden in Wang Lian's arms under Jin Mingtong's observation. There were rare creatures in the paintings that had been carefully nurtured.

"Then... I wonder what Brother Huan wants me to do?"

The spiritual flag that Yan Huan inserted at his lower back emitted a wisp of Yin Qi, which swirled into Wang Lian's palm.

"I'll borrow this thing from you temporarily. Once the Wang family's business is done, return it to me."

"I understand..." Wang Lian stared at his palm in confusion. Speaking of elves, he only had a dog spirit, which was a wild dog that occupied a mountain temple and accidentally ate incense after death.

However, the dog spirit was no match for the spirit creature in his hand. There was a huge difference in their levels.

Following Wang Zhong out of the house, I looked at the time and it was almost time to leave.

Wang Ai is currently negotiating with the Huaxing Sect, and it won’t take too long. He has to leave this place before the old man arrives at Qunling Mountain.

Yan Huan waved his hand, and the poisonous plants surrounding the foot of the mountain were slowly pushed away, sending the two to the foot of the mountain. He then spoke again and reminded them, "Don't worry about Wang Ai's affairs. Just focus on dealing with the stubborn forces of the entire Wang family."

"And you, Wang Zhong. Most of what I know about you comes from the company. You have indeed done a lot of good things in the past few years, but I don't know how much sincerity is mixed in."

"But a gentleman judges deeds rather than intentions. If the Wang family can successfully 'change the dynasty' this time, I hope you can do more good deeds and not repeat Wang Ai's mistakes."

Wang Zhong bowed and then took his son onto the country path.

Yan Huan returned to the house, unpacked the pastries, and started rummaging around in the box with three tentacles.

The tip of the tentacle was dragging an eyeball, which was spinning back and forth "dripping", then it retracted and a mouth appeared.

"Why did I send my uncle away? Now there's no one to tell me stories."

"Just ask him to go out and do something with someone, and he will be back soon." Yan Huan comforted the dejected little tentacle and handed it over with a mung bean cake.

"Then let me tell the story this time..."

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The food area around Nanjin is still bustling.

Xinruiyuan Hotel happened to be hosting a wedding banquet. The waiters were busy shuttling back and forth, the diners were toasting each other, talking and laughing loudly, the crisp sound of chopsticks hitting plates intertwined with the wedding music, and the whole restaurant was filled with the joyful atmosphere of fireworks.

In the VIP box on the top floor, the atmosphere was surprisingly tense.

The light from several warm purple lanterns cast long shadows. Two groups of people sat on either side with stern expressions and eyes as sharp as knives. The air seemed to be filled with murderous intent.

"Come on, let me see your so-called clues." Wang Ai drank his tea slowly and looked across with a smile.

Ma Qiyuan of the Huaxing Sect slammed the table angrily and signaled to the disciples behind him.

The wrists of these disciples were all smeared with black marks made of ink, as if they were bound by a layer of shackles.

"First, remove the trick on my apprentice!"

"Hehe." Wang Ai put down the tea bowl and continued to laugh, "Don't you believe in 'survival of the fittest' in Huaxing Sect? I heard that your founder stayed in a certain state for a long time, so he could adapt to any technique."

"It is said that even the most powerful poisons in the world can be easily resisted! How come a small soul-sealing method cannot break it?"

Ma Qiyuan was so angry that his gums itched, but he couldn't refute a single word.

Most of the sect's inheritance had been lost long ago. If the unique skills were still there, the old fat man in front of him would be beaten like a sandbag.

"I'm not in a hurry. I can wait. Anyway, it's not my great-grandson who died."

"But I don't know whether the expert who gave me the clue is willing to wait any longer." Ma Qiyuan leaned back in his chair, drank a sip of tea, and then started eating his meal.

The noisy sounds from downstairs in the restaurant could be heard faintly, but seemed to be blocked out by the heavy wooden door.

Inside the box, there were only the sounds of muffled breathing and the occasional slight rubbing of clothes, and the tense atmosphere was like a bowstring that was about to break.

Wang Ai narrowed his eyes slightly: "Hehehe, what you said, Ma Menzhang...I can't judge whether the thing in your hand is real or not?"

Ma Qiyuan's mouth was full, and he replied indistinctly: "Don't think that everyone is like you. We won't do such despicable things."

puff!

Wang Ai picked up the tea bowl and poured it on several disciples of the Huaxing Sect. The ink marks on their wrists faded little by little until they disappeared without a trace.

The few of them circulated their Qi in their bodies and did not feel anything unusual. They stood up and surrounded Ma Qiyuan.

"Master Ma, is this all right?"

Ma Qiyuan snorted coldly, placed the book in his arms on the turntable, and moved it over while fiddling with it with his fingers.

It was a book called "Records of Nurturing Nature and Prolonging Life" compiled and written by Tao Hongjing during the Southern and Northern Dynasties.

"Master Ma, what do you mean?" "Open it and you'll know." Ma Qiyuan had no idea what was inside the book. Although he pretended to be calm on the surface, he was actually in a mess.

Wang Ai flipped through the pages of the book. It was a newly printed copy, stained with a slight smell of ink, and contained a leaf-shaped gold foil.

The gold leaf was as thin as a cicada's wing, emitting a soft and bright light, and was pressed neatly and flatly between the pages of the book.

The veins of the leaves are so fine and subtle that when you touch them with your fingertips, you can feel the faint ups and downs, and there seem to be lines of small words engraved on them.

"You're just giving me a bookmark to fool me?"

Wang Ai was about to explode when suddenly the golden leaves emitted a faint fluorescent light, and an incomparably pure force of the five elements slowly spread out.

The edges of the golden leaves turned into golden powder, and in a trance, a fantasy world of flowing light spread out like a scroll. In it was a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist. In the spacious area at the foot of the mountain stood a tall and handsome towering tree, with thousands of green vines hanging down from the trunk.

Wang Ai's sight followed the perspective of the illusion, and suddenly his eyes were bloodshot and his breathing became extremely rapid.

Hanging in the middle of the green vines was a naked body covered in scars. After the scars had healed, new ones would appear again, over and over again, causing endless torture.

And the person who was hung was his silly baby Wang Bing.

"It's you, it's you!"

"My Wang family has no grudges against you, so why do you have to make things difficult for you?" Wang Ai clenched his teeth, his anger about to burst out, and his palms that were holding the chair were soaked with sweat.

"Since you came here on your own, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The golden light continued to spread, and Wang Ai, who was in it, felt more and more that something was wrong.

The power of this gold-based illusion is too pure.

Wang Ai is a famous wizard in the circle, and he has dabbled in many legends and secrets recorded in ancient books.

Waving his arms and grabbing a few times in the air, relying on the sorcerer's innate ability to sense elves, Wang Ai gradually confirmed his guess from yesterday.

What those sorcerers saw in their inner vision was not simply an ordinary image of the number "five".

The power of this illusion before our eyes clearly comes from the five elements represented by the transformation of yin and yang. It is the dream of all wizards in the world and what all great wizards of all ages have dreamed of - the essence of the five elements!
"The legend is true! The legend is actually true!"

"It's not something so illusory that it can't be sought, it's all real!!!"

Swish!
The illusion of flowing light seemed to see through Wang Ai's thoughts. As the stone in his heart fell, the illusion disappeared.

He was still in the private room of Xinruiyuan, but a group of disciples of the Transformation Sect had already escaped while Wang Ai was trapped in the illusion of flowing light.

Several elders of the Wang family looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Wang Ai frowned, placed his arms on the round table, and supported his chin with his hands.

There were traces of scarlet in his little eyes squeezed by the fat. Greed was rooted in his heart and penetrated deep into his bones. At this moment, he had become a demon in his heart.

"The essence of the five elements, the essence of the five elements!"

"calm down···"

Wang Ai forced himself to suppress the fleeting thought. Since the other party might have the essence of the five elements, he should be cautious in his next actions.

For a long time, he had not really let go of his hatred for Yan Huan, but he just couldn't find an opportunity to take advantage of the situation and kill someone.

Yan Huan has disappeared for half a year now, and has suddenly become one of the eleven people with the most say in the circle. If he had not touched the company's reverse scale, I'm afraid there would not be a situation where he would be eliminated in the future.

Moreover, if we take action now, it will be a contest between "bosses" and "bosses", which is a major event that is enough to change the situation in the circle.

In desperation, Wang Ai thought of Lu Ci again and called him.

"If you have something to say, just say it! Don't bother me at this fucking moment!"

As soon as the call was connected, an angry curse came from Lu Ci on the other end.

The incident with Yaoxing Society triggered a series of butterfly effects. The company began to suspect that Qu Tong's method of modifying memory was related to the Lu family. Although it did not say it directly, it became suspicious of the "Minghunshu" inherited from the Lu family bloodline.

Lu Ci called back the clansmen from Lujia Village who were outside, and the entire village was in a state of complete alert, as if it was fully prepared for war.

He was so overwhelmed at the moment that he had no time to pay attention to Wang Ai's affairs.

"Are you so angry?" Wang Ai was also angry, and there was a hint of impatience in his tone.

beep--

Lu Ci didn't say a word and just hung up.

"Even Lu Ci has been dragged down by the incident. The world of aliens is really going to change!"

Wang Ai leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and said nothing. The younger generation beside him didn't even dare to say a word.

No one knew what the head of the family was thinking. About ten minutes later, when Wang Ai opened his eyes, his scarlet pupils looked as if they were soaked in blood, becoming even more terrifying.

"Gather all the best fighters in the clan, and find a group of guys from underground channels who value money over their lives, and have them follow me to Jiangxi."

"Let's go meet that bragging thing!"

Wang Ai figured it out. The strength of the spirits that could be controlled was related to the sorcerer's soul. The seventy-year gap in "sexual" skills between him and Yan Huan was a gap that this young boy could not cross in a short period of time.

As long as there are enough people, they can take action when his three treasures are damaged and his soul is weak. Even if they possess the essence of the five elements, they will not be able to fully exert their power.

It is not advisable to attack the Qunling Mountain by force, but rather to use human wave tactics to deplete their energy, confuse their minds, and consume their three treasures.

"Find another group of people to cause trouble at the Yan family in Jiangxi. Yan Youlong is a very capable kid, so arrange for your people to focus on harassment."

"I just want him to be distracted and unable to cope!"

Snapped!
Wang Ai clenched his palms tightly, "The essence of the five elements, this is something that cannot be compared with the 'Eight Wonders', I want it!"

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On the day of the Spring Equinox, the sky in Qunling Mountain, which had just experienced the baptism of spring rain, suddenly changed. When the sun rose at three o'clock, the sky was as dark as ink splashed, layer upon layer, completely swallowing up the sunlight.

Suddenly, a loud "clattering" sound of rain was heard.

Yan Huan pushed the door open and walked out, only to see that the sky above his head had been completely dyed black, like a huge ink pool upside down on the dome.

What fell from the sky was not rain, but ink!
Thick ink poured down from the sky, dripped onto the ground, splashed black ripples, and covered every inch of the mountains and forests. The leaves, eaves, streams... were all painted a deep ink color.

The entire Qunling Mountain seemed to have fallen into a silent frenzy. Endless darkness submerged the sky and the earth, and the breath of all creatures in the mountains was filled with the astringent taste of thick ink.

"Does Patriarch Wang's appearance have to be so exaggerated?"

"If you have the time to spare, you might as well save some of your Qi. Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing if it runs out later."

"Also, our mountain is a little small, so it can't withstand such a turmoil."

Yan Huan raised his soul flag and stepped out slowly. The huge lotus leaf growing in front of the courtyard blocked the ink. Then he raised his hand and waved it. The golden light pierced through the thick ink layer. Rays of sunlight came in and sprinkled on the ink puddles on the ground.

The poison barrier at the foot of the mountain was stained with ink, the branches and leaves withered, and all life was gone.

A group of strange people with different clothes and backgrounds walked into the mountains in an orderly manner and stopped under the giant tree in front of the house.

This scene reminded Yan Huan of the time when Bihe Shinobu was trying to steal the "Demon Sword Hirumaru".

huff, huff...

The soul-calling flags fluttered in the wind, and the evil spirit filled the air. Suddenly, everyone felt a chill running down their spines, and ghostly shadows loomed, captivating their eyes.

Yan Huan did not lose the courtesy of the mountain master. He spread his arms and said with a smile: "Everyone, welcome to Qunling Mountain."

(End of this chapter)