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

Chapter 388: Meeting Ruan Feng by Chance, Killing and Becoming Bonded

Yan Huan has not had much exposure to the Western alchemical system.

Probably all that could be recalled was the magic circle that Jiang Youdao set up on the ferry when leaving Northeast China.

At that time, the two devils claimed that it was a sacrificial array for refining the "Philosopher's Stone". Later, in the underground ruins in the northwest, the cadres of the [List] called it the "Blood River Array" - and it was the real thing used by Vlad III, who was called "The Impaler" in history.

Comparing the two people's statements, Yan Huan believed the latter more.

There are many forces on Nasen Island, and each has its own ulterior motives. There are many people here, and they are all extraordinary people.

If an entire island is sacrificed to refine the "Blood River", then there is no need to say more about the strength of the Lord of the "Blood River".

Yan Huan understood the entire Eastern Qi refining system, but knew nothing about Western alchemy.

He only knew that alchemy was based on the principle of "equivalent exchange" and he longed to achieve immortality by refining the philosopher's stone, which was called a "great miracle" and a "great creation," so as to better pursue the "ultimate truth" behind the door of truth.

The pursuit of the "ultimate truth" is almost equivalent to the pursuit of "Tao" in the Eastern Qi-refining system.

Both are things that cannot be completely obtained. It is commendable for most people to be able to walk on the right path after spending their entire lives.

Yan Huan ignored the foreigner who was making strange noises in the garbage dump, raised his hand, and destroyed several important points of the magic circle with golden light.

The killing calamity that Mr. Kong Ming mentioned must have befallen Gu Jiting, but Yan Huan would not take it lightly as the one-month period had not yet expired. It would be safer to destroy such a large-scale magic array.

Swish!
Yan Huan flapped his wings and moved, and the complex terrain of Nasen Island was clearly visible below him.

After landing on the island, Feng Baobao lost contact.

Fortunately, the baby's qi is clean and pure, and it is quite conspicuous among the crowd.

Yan Huan circled around the island and indeed felt a strange Qi in a forest.

"It's clean, but not as clean as I imagined. If you smell it carefully, it has a nauseating stench."

Yan Huan covered his nose, leaned over and rushed down, coming to the mountain forest shrouded in the setting sun.

A cave was carved out of the mountain covered with sparse weeds. At the entrance was a small door made of wood, which also took on some of the load-bearing function.

Yan Huan looked around. The afterglow of the setting sun was just shining through the branches and leaves in the forest, and mottled light and shadows were dancing on the grass.

Behind a thick tree, there were several white skeletons leaning against each other. They had all been eaten clean and moss covered the surfaces of the bones.

Two people were sitting on a rock near the woods, playing chess and talking loudly.

The man on the left has a long black beard and his head is completely bald, with only hair on his temples and the back of his head.

He was dressed in rags and looked dirty, and his speech was full of arrogance.

Yan Huan remembered that this man's name was Wang Guoping, and he was an evil teacher.

He used the evil method of voice to capture souls and defraud people of money and women, but was exposed five years ago. He has been on the run since then and landed on Nason Island three years ago.

The man sitting opposite Wang Guoping was wearing a single coat, with his chest exposed. He was a simple and honest fat man who looked like Maitreya Buddha.

Ruan Feng is one of the "Thirty-six Thieves" who has mastered the Eight Wonders Skills of "Six Treasury Immortal Thieves".

quack!

Wang Guoping took a bite of the dried meat in his hand and urged, "Seventeen! It's been so long, and you haven't improved at all. You're still a lousy chess player! Haha!"

Ruan Feng looked embarrassed, with his chin in his hand, and helplessly, he pushed a "pawn" across the river.

"With my method, you won't starve to death anymore, so why are you going to the 'market' again?" After taking a step, Ruan Feng's face darkened.

The "market" he mentioned was the place where a group of rabble gathered on Nason Island.

There weren’t many nice people on the island, but there was definitely not one in the bazaar.

Wang Guoping laughed and said, "It's okay. I have to find something to change my taste. Besides, I'm not someone you can easily mess with."

"Old Wang, are you tired of living? If not, don't wander around and don't seek death." Ruan Feng glanced forward.

People who come to Nasen Island either have blood debts and nowhere to go, or are sick, and their body and mind are not healthy. Wang Guoping is the most peaceful and stable person that Ruan Feng has ever seen, so he is willing to teach the "Six Treasury Immortal Thief".

To Ruan Feng, Wang Guoping is not only his apprentice, but also one of his few friends. If possible, he still hopes that this junior can live a few more years.

"Hey, Seventeen, you care about me?"

"My friends, there are not many left in this world..."

"Do you treat me as a friend?" Wang Guoping asked vaguely while chewing the meat.

"when."

"You didn't tell me anything about your identity and past. Is this how you get along with your friends?"

Ruan Feng was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Be content... There are not many people in this world who can call me Seventeen."

Then he raised three fingers and said, "Thirty years! If you live another thirty years, I will tell you everything about me."

"Thirty years?" Wang Guoping seemed to have heard a joke, "Do you know how old I am this year? I can still live for another thirty years..."

"Hmph, with my methods, let alone thirty years..."

puff!

Before Ruan Feng could finish his words, a golden needle pierced Wang Guoping's temple, and the evil master died on the spot.

"Who!?" Ruan Feng shouted angrily as he was caught off guard. He looked around and saw a man in a light white short-sleeved shirt standing in the woods.

Yan Huan raised his arm, and three fine needles formed by golden light were hovering in his palm, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

"Where did this little brat come from, and how dare he kill my people!?"

Ruan Feng suddenly jumped up, his fat body moved like thunder, and leaped forward.

He opened his mouth wide and bit directly towards Yan Huan's shoulder.

Whoosh!

A bright flame flickered in the mountains. Ruan Feng held the fire in his mouth and without frowning, he simply swallowed the gushing flame into his stomach.

"Hmm? This method of transformation..."

Ruan Feng restrained his violent energy and turned his head away.

"Are you the heir of the third brother? He failed to persuade me last time. Is it your turn this time?"

Yan Huan condensed his form with fire and stood on a tree trunk not far away.

"That's not the case. If there is any inheritance, it is probably just a little bit related to the Seventeenth Master's twenty-second brother (Feng Tianyang)."

"Liangshan shaman?"

Ruan Feng stared at the fallen corpse and saw that the golden needle on Wang Guoping's temple had dissipated, without even a drop of blood flowing out, and the flesh and blood in his head had all turned to powder in the golden light.

"Why kill?"

Yan Huan replied: "It's not pleasant."

"Huh?" Ruan Feng was stunned, then he said angrily, "We are getting in your way while we play chess!"

Yan Huan shook his head and said, "No. I just feel that a wicked teacher who claims to be well versed in human nature, who uses deceptive means to deceive people's minds and causes their families to be broken up, is still going to live for another ten or a hundred years. This really makes me feel unhappy."

"Master Seventeen, isn't the threshold for choosing a successor a little too low?"

"Tsk..." Ruan Feng gritted his teeth, speechless.

In terms of character, he looked down upon anyone in the entire Nasen Island except the divine guards beside the sacred tree.

What attracted him to Wang Guoping was his peaceful and calm state of mind.

Ruan Feng wanted Wang Guoping to survive. Besides cherishing his friend, he also wanted to see someone break through the side effects of the "Six Treasury Immortal Thief" practice.

Those who practice the "Six Treasury Immortal Thief" will gradually fade their human attributes, infinitely expand the dark side of human nature, and become beastly, just like vampires, developing an endless desire for human flesh and blood.

The final result is cannibalism.

It is obvious that the white bones leaning against the tree trunk show that Ruan Feng had long since sunk into the abyss of cannibalistic desire.

“Senior, there’s no need to look so grim. This is what it means to cultivate your mind. We can’t make things worse.” Yan Huan jumped down from the tree trunk and stepped on the rock in front of the chessboard.

rustle rustle···

There was a rustling sound in the forest, and a group of foreigners who looked like Chinese people came out from the forest path. Several of them were foreigners who had been brainwashed by Qu Tong's "Shuangquan Hand". They came to Nasen Island this time to bring Ruan Feng back to China.

"Huh?"

Several people looked at Wang Guoping's body and looked at each other, but soon calmed down.

Wang Guoping was the secret agent arranged by Qu Tong to be next to Ruan Feng. He spent three years on Nasen Island just to make friends with Ruan Feng and find out his weaknesses.

Now that Wang Guoping, the contact person, is dead, several people are a little at a loss.

"Well... the mission still needs to be done..."

"Then we are here to pick you up, Master Ruan Feng." The person at the front of the line shouted.

Swish!
Ruan Feng, who had just calmed down, suddenly became angry and asked with a dark face: "What did you call me? Say that name again. I'm old and a little hard of hearing..."

"Master Ruan Feng, what's wrong? Aren't you?"

Buzz!
The protective magic weapon of the person at the front of the line immediately started to buzz with an alert.

A protective blue barrier enveloped his entire body.

"Hehehe, yes..."

what--

Ruan Feng opened his mouth wide, tilted his head quickly, and took a bite.

Before the man realized what was happening, he saw that a large piece of the barrier and flesh next to his shoulder was missing.

With a thump, he fell to the ground, gasped a few times, and then became motionless.

A protective magic weapon was bitten into pieces in one bite, as if it were nothing.

“It’s not the same level…” one person sighed.

Since he was one of the eight predecessors who survived the Jiashen Rebellion, the remaining few had already anticipated this outcome.

"There's nothing we can do. If the senior is really unwilling to go with us, we have no choice but to resort to violence."

"Show us all your special skills!"

The person who was speaking was named Tao Shangong, and what he learned was Tongbi Vajra.

He took a few steps before his steps froze, and it felt as if a huge hole had been punched in his heart.

The shock didn't last for a few seconds and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Just now, all his attention was on Ruan Feng, and Tao Shangong did not notice that there was another person in the woods, and that person was someone he did not want to meet in his life.

"Why is he here?"

"The expert hired by the president failed..."

The sun sets, the wind howls, and the shadows of the trees sway.

Neither Tao Shangong nor the people behind him acted rashly. The forest was eerily quiet, and one could even hear the sound of fallen leaves cutting through the air.

"Hey~" Ruan Feng looked at Yan Huan with interest.

"Boy, these people's fear of you is far greater than their ability to face me. You are not simple. Tell me your name."

"Yan Huan."

Yan Huan replied, and then asked with a smile: "Master Seventeen, how can you tell that these people are afraid of me, or afraid of your methods?"

Ruan Feng turned his head away in confusion and checked on the few people again.

His Qi circulation was not disordered at all, he was not breathing heavily, his face was rosy, his heartbeat was normal, and there was indeed no sign of fear at all.

Ruan Feng's mouth drooped in displeasure, and he said angrily: "When you saw me, you were not afraid at all. How come the younger generation out there have tempered their character to this extent?"

The peaceful state of mind that I had been longing for has ended up becoming a common thing.

Yan Huan shook his head slightly and rejected it: "That's not the case. They are just a group of puppets. Naturally, there is nothing to be afraid of. Even if they die here, these people probably don't have much feeling about their own lives."

Most of the extraordinary people under Qu Tong's command were furnace holders prepared for Ma Xianhong.

These people are frustrated and down and out, or their families are broken up, or they are plagued by illness, or their mindset is flawed, and they are unable to make further progress in their spiritual practice.

The "Shuangquan Hand" means both life and death.

In order to forget their pain, get rid of their illness, and gain a state of mind and body that would allow them to further their spiritual practice, these frustrated people were willing to become Qu Tong's followers and even give up their own selves.

"In order to cure athlete's foot, they directly amputated. I admire the courage of these people." Yan Huan glanced at the opposite side calmly.

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand lightly. The wind in the forest suddenly blew up, the leaves shook violently, and several wind blades passed silently.

The four of them stood there quietly, without moving or speaking, and they noticed nothing.

The next moment, blood gushed out from their necks, and their heads slipped from their necks, hitting the ground with a dull sound.

The four corpses stood upright for a moment and then fell to the ground with a loud bang. Four heads rolled down, and their faces maintained the same expressions as when they were alive.

The forest fell silent except for the sound of blood flowing into the soil. The wind started to blow the fallen leaves around, swirling among the corpses, creating an eerie silence.

Ruan Feng stood there, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yan Huan turned around and was about to leave, but paused and looked back at the dry bones on the ground.

The bones were scattered, with smooth edges, and had been eaten cleanly, without a trace of flesh and blood left. Even the gaps between the bones revealed an empty coldness.

Ruan Feng turned around and looked at the figure walking on the forest path.

"Before you kill me, can you at least let me ask you something?"

"What on earth are these people here for?"

Yan Huan stopped and hooked his finger, and the vines protruding from the ground hung up all the corpses.

"Meeting is fate. I am here to help Master Seventeen to resolve the confusion in his heart."

thump!
A headless corpse was thrown in front of Ruan Feng, blood splattered, and several magical weapons rolled to the ground.

"The weapon refiner of Tiangong Hall, does this magic weapon senior look familiar to you? Do you miss your twenty-fifth brother, Ma Benzai?"

Ruan Feng's body stiffened, and another corpse was thrown towards him, with a sinister aura surrounding it.

"Liangshan shaman, does this evil spirit look familiar to you? Does it miss your twenty-second brother Feng Tianyang?"

thump!
Another corpse, Tang Clan, croton poison.

thump!
Another corpse, entangled in scriptures and the devil's curse.

Yan Huan lifted the corpse with vines and hung it upside down in the air. The severed head was covered in blood.

The few followers that Qu Tong sent out at the beginning all had ulterior motives, all of which were to evoke Ruan Feng's memories and gradually break down his psychological defenses.

As for the person who finally collected the information, it was naturally Wang Guoping.

The vines wrapped around Wang Guoping's body and threw it in front of Ruan Feng.

Yan Huan said: "My predecessor used to make friends with heroes from various sects, but now he actually treats a liar as his best friend. He has a perfect body that is almost immortal, but he doesn't have the state of mind to match it..."

"Master Seventeen, you have been defeated by loneliness, by the desire to eat people, and by the 'Six Treasury Immortal Thief'."

"As for the intentions of these people, it's very simple. They want to pull you back to become one of them, and then give up your entire life thereafter."

There was silence in the forest for a long time. After a long while, the setting sun finally fell behind the mountain.

"Hehehahahahahaha!" Ruan Feng laughed almost like a madman, then bent his legs, knelt heavily on the ground, and held his head in pain.

"You didn't have to get involved in these matters. Now it seems that you want to help me to end my relationship?" Ruan Feng sighed helplessly, feeling that he had lived a hundred years in vain.

"I was just on my way to look for someone and passed by this place. I was misled by the senior's Qi, so I decided to come down and see what was going on."

Yan Huan glanced at the curled up body and shook his head helplessly.

If your state of mind is flawed, you can only save yourself, and others cannot interfere.

Ruan Feng raised his head and said, "Then please help me. As a cultivator, I don't want to give myself an explanation in the most humiliating way."

(End of this chapter)