Evil Master and Disciple

In the next incense stick of time, Ye Feng's eyes were broadened.

Because Su Daji, this innocent little vixen who only thinks about sleeping with men all day, actually showed Ye Feng many kinds of poisons specifically designed for cultivators.

"Brother Feng, this is Nine Yin Bone Rot Water. Apply it to magical weapons or hidden weapons. Once it comes into contact with a wound, it will seep into the bone marrow and devour the spiritual roots in the cultivator's body, turning him into a cripple."

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "No, this will only work if Lin Yi is injured. I don't intend to resort to violence. Can I quietly and stealthily make him lose his fighting ability without anyone noticing?"

"This is Thousand Threads Puppet Powder. Invisible threads grow within the poisoned person's body, gradually controlling their movements, but they retain their sense of self..."

"This is fine! Is there anything else?"

"The Soul-Locking Pill will brand the poisoner's soul. If they disobey, they will suffer the pain of their soul being torn apart."

"This won't work, change it."

"Nine Nether Soul-Bewitching Powder, the unique secret medicine of the Hehuan Sect of the Demonic Cult, is colorless and odorless. The poisoned person will be completely powerless and at the mercy of others, and will forget everything that happened."

"This is good. Although it can't be used against Lin Yi, it can be used against others!"

Ye Feng smiled and put away the Nine Netherworld Ecstasy Powder.

After Su Daji searched for a while, she finally found one among more than a dozen poisons that Ye Feng thought was the most suitable.

"Soul-breaking Sorrow, a deadly poison that cultivators shudder at, is not only colorless and odorless, but also difficult to detect. It causes no changes in the victim's body, only targeting the primordial spirit and divine soul. The only drawback is that it can only be taken orally."

"Soul-breaking..."

Hearing these three words, Ye Feng's heart tightened slightly.

He took the porcelain bottle and murmured, "This thing is the Broken Soul, Daji, how did you get the Broken Soul?"

"My mother gave it to me for self-defense."

Ye Feng's eyes flickered.

He originally just wanted to subdue Lin Yi and then hand him over to the head master for handling.

After hearing Duan Hunshang's name, his mind was instantly opened.

There is no difference between restraining and killing.

Since it is difficult to subdue Lin Yi silently, why not kill Lin Yi silently?

The Red Scale Divine Sword, like his own Purple Lightning and Blue Frost, were both blood-refined divine weapons that had signed a soul blood contract with their masters.

This kind of blood-refined magic weapon is different from ordinary magic weapons. Ordinary magic weapons are refined by cultivators. If they fall into the hands of a powerful person, they can erase the mark of the previous owner.

However, the blood-refined magic weapon cannot erase the soul imprint of the original owner no matter how high the other party's cultivation level is.

There is only one way, that is when the original owner dies and the soul blood contract automatically dissipates.

Confucianism also needs the pure yang and extremely strong Red Scale Sword to reseal the dragon veins.

The soul imprint of Lin Yi on the Scarlet Scale Sword must be erased.

In other words, Lin Yi must die.

Although Ye Feng never liked killing people, he really didn't want to leave any trouble for Lin Yi.

It's not just for the girls in Cave No. 1 who were tortured and killed by him.

It is also for the benefit of all people in the world.

If Lin Yi were allowed to live, who knows how many innocent people would die at his hands in the future.

"Brother Feng, are you sure? Is this it?"

"Well, that's it!"

"Okay then, I'll put the rest away."

Su Daji is a very pragmatic little fox demon.

Every day she eats, sleeps, plays croquet and swings.

Ye Feng asked her for poison to kill someone, and she took out the poison and asked Ye Feng to choose.

She didn't care who Ye Feng killed with his poison.

When Su Daji was tidying up the bottles and jars on the bed, there was a knock on the door.

Then, Yun Shuang'er, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, walked in.

Seeing Ye Feng lying on the bed in his shorts, Su Daji was tidying up some bottles and jars beside the bed.

Yun Shuang'er walked forward.

Ye Feng turned his head away stubbornly.

Yun Shuang'er signaled Su Daji to leave first. Su Daji was tactful and left quietly after packing all the bottles and jars.

Yun Shuang'er sat on the bedside and took out a white porcelain bottle with a thin neck and a wide belly from her bosom. She said, "You little bastard, are you still angry? Who do you blame for this?"

Don't think I don't know, you did it on purpose this morning. Mo Zhu has already told you that Tian Qi and I were bathing in the room."

Ye Feng said, "I don't blame anyone, and I won't quibble. Yes, I did it on purpose! I peeped at you guys bathing, and you beat me up. Oh no, including the one this morning, that's two beatings. I'm done with this matter now. You're not allowed to beat me up again."

Yun Shuang'er did not answer, but poured some crystal clear liquid from the white porcelain bottle into her palm, and then gently wiped the bruises on Ye Feng's body.

Ye Feng was stunned, feeling Yun Shuang'er's gentle and cold palm supporting his body.

He turned his head and saw Yun Shuang'er carefully wiping the Yunhai Sect's elixir on him.

"Comfortable!"

Although Su Daji had already wiped the bruises all over his body with the elixir, who would complain about too much of this?

Seeing Ye Feng's servile look, Yun Shuang'er became angry.

She said, "Xiaofeng, can you be more mature and steady like Hong Jiu? For example, today, it's a blessing that it happened in the capital. If it happened in Yunhai Sect, do you know what punishment you would face?"

Ye Feng was silent.

Of course he knew.

It's not as simple as being beaten with a stick and confined to the disciplinary courtyard, but you also need to be locked up in the dungeon behind the disciplinary courtyard for at least three months.

If a disciple does not have a strong backing, his cultivation will most likely be abolished and he will be expelled from the sect.

Seeing Ye Feng remained silent, Yun Shuang'er continued, "Xiao Feng, you are only sixteen, not too old. We cultivators have a much longer lifespan than mortals. I know your feelings, and you should be able to feel mine too. After the Lingshan Competition is over in three months, have Senior Brother Yulong go to Mozhuxuan to propose marriage."

"Shuang'er, are you...are you serious? Are you really willing to marry me?"

Yun Shuang'er's face flushed a little, and she said, "You've seen my body twice, how can I still marry someone else?"

Ye Feng cheered and immediately jumped off the bed, wanting to hug Yun Shuang'er.

Yun Shuang'er was startled and subconsciously dodged.

Ye Feng fell directly to the ground, his upper body lying on the ground and his legs still on the bed.

Yun Shuang'er stood aside holding a white medicine bottle and said, "Xiao Feng, are you okay?"

Ye Feng supported himself on the ground with his hands, raised his head, and his nose was bleeding.

"You... Shuang'er, why are you hiding? Ouch, it hurts so much!"

Yun Shuang'er said angrily, "If you pounce on me, of course I'll hide."

Ye Feng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and struggled to get up from the ground.

Yun Shuang'er said, "Xiao Feng, I know what you're thinking, but it's not possible now! Also...you must not let your cousin down."

"Ah? This... Shuang'er, I didn't realize you were so generous in your feelings."

"Others naturally can't do that, but my cousin is not an outsider."

"Oh, I actually want to go to Mozhuxuan and Yumufeng to propose marriage at the same time, but I'm afraid that Uncle Yuying and Uncle Shan will break my legs!"

Ye Feng was very excited at this moment. After such a long time, Yun Shuang'er finally gave in.

If I had known that just seeing her take a shower and change her clothes could change her attitude, I would have sneaked in, picked the lock, and climbed through the window.

However, Ye Feng is not sixteen years old, but thirty years old.

He was not overwhelmed by the sudden happiness.

He absolutely did not believe that Uncle Shan and Uncle Yuying would agree to let him enjoy the blessing of having two wives.

Moreover, Ye Feng had another worry in his heart, that is why his master got the first couplet of [Smoke Locks the Willows in the Pond] from Shen Fu Yao.

Why did Master behave so strangely after learning about the secret letters left by Ruyan? He even asked me to burn all the letters in front of him.

This afternoon, I returned to Zhejiang to continue my work as a slave. Two chapters. I'll add another chapter tomorrow around noon, and then I'll update three chapters at night starting tomorrow. Sorry, sorry. Oh, I'm going back to my hometown to pay respects to my ancestors. I lost my 2 yuan for full attendance this month. What a loss. I guess I need to save some manuscripts for the future.