Simultaneously traversing from Type-Moon

Han Feng lay in the deep crater he had created, coughed a few times, and then quickly got up. His health was very poor. The side effects of taking large amounts of drugs and taking drugs indiscriminately, as well as the injuries he had sustained from the massive shockwave, had left his body somewhat damaged. If he didn't receive treatment soon, he might suffer lifelong regrets.

But there was no time for treatment now. He quickly stuffed a few more pills into his mouth to barely regain some strength, and then hurriedly ran out of the city.

He can't even fly anymore, and flying in the sky would make him too conspicuous and an easy target.

It's safer to travel through Maple City, which is now in ruins.

Han Feng harbored a deep resentment; he had never been so humiliated before. Even his hatred for that old geezer for not passing on the Burning Technique to him couldn't compare to the hatred he felt for the person who had made him so miserable.

"Hehehehehe! Where are you going? Medicine King, you haven't given me what I need yet, how can you be in such a hurry to leave?"

The eerie laughter followed him like a shadow, suddenly appearing behind him. He felt a chill run down his spine, his head stiffening as he turned around, and then he saw the figure he hated, yet feared even more.

Dressed in a black robe, surrounded by a thick black aura, he resembled a soul-reaping messenger from hell, about to send him on his way.

"Aaaaaaah! I...I...I...I'm begging you...I'm kneeling down! Please spare my life!"

Upon seeing this figure, Han Feng's eyes blazed with boundless hatred, and he wanted to immediately attack and fight to the death. But after hesitating for a moment... considering it carefully... he finally decided... to kneel down and surrender.

He didn't want to die! Even if it meant kneeling and surrendering to the enemy without any dignity, kowtowing to the enemy, or even recognizing the enemy as his master, he still wanted to live!

"Please, my lord, don't kill me! I'll do anything! I'll refine medicine for you for free! I'll give you all my possessions! And this Sea Heart Flame, I'm sure you'll need it! Oh, and I also know the Burning Technique, though only a part of it, but I can tell you the whole thing! Please, my lord, don't kill me!"

Han Feng immediately knelt down and kowtowed to the other party. Although his eyes were filled with boundless hatred, he was like a loyal lackey, wishing he could give up everything he owned just to survive.

The "Black-Hearted Venerable" was stunned for a moment upon seeing the scene before him.

"Hiss... Could it be that I took the wrong pill?"

Even the "Black-Hearted Venerable" couldn't help but mutter to himself at this moment.

Han Feng continued to kowtow to the "Black-hearted Venerable One".

After confirming several times that he hadn't taken the wrong medicine and that what he was seeing was not an illusion, the "Black-Hearted Venerable" spoke again.

"Medicine King, although your words are very tempting to me, I am bound by a promise and must do what is right. You should obediently offer up your head."

After saying this, the "Black-Hearted Venerable" reached out with his hand, which contained boundless black energy, to grab Han Feng's head.

Upon witnessing this scene, Han Feng felt an overwhelming rage within him. He abandoned all dignity and surrendered to the enemy, but the enemy refused to accept his surrender.

"Aaaaaaah! I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"

He desperately wanted to fight to the death, but with his remaining strength, he estimated he wouldn't even be able to tear the hem of the other's clothes. This was what made him most desperate.

Just as he was about to fall into utter despair, another voice rang out.

"Hehehehehe! Han Feng, I'm just a step too late. I didn't expect you to be forced into such a predicament. Now I need to seriously consider whether you're worth cooperating with."

Beside Han Feng, a patch of black mist appeared, seemingly appearing out of nowhere without warning, like water without a source. The black mist concealed everything within, preventing others from seeing anything inside.

The space was connected from both sides, and someone slowly walked out from the other side of the black mist.

It was a figure dressed in a black robe, his body shrouded in boundless black energy.

The dark figure first glanced at Han Feng, then began to mock him vehemently. After finishing his mockery, he looked at the so-called enemy opposite Han Feng.

then……

"what?"

The dark figure let out a soft exclamation.

He saw a figure dressed similarly to him, with a similar demeanor, and even with a similar strange laugh that was his catchphrase.

"Which branch hall's protector are you? Don't you know that the Black Corner Region is the area under my jurisdiction? Why would you engage in such cross-regional behavior?"

The dark figure immediately questioned him loudly.

"Hehehehehe! I wanted it, so I did it. This guy has something I need on him, and since he won't give it to me, I have no choice but to take it myself. You want to stop me? If you do, I'll kill you too. If you don't want to stop me, then get lost!"

The "Black-Hearted Venerable" opened with the Soul Palace's signature laugh, then, too lazy to answer the Soul Palace protector's question, simply told him to get lost.

Upon hearing this, the Soul Palace Protector's face, hidden beneath his black robe, bulged with veins, clearly indicating his dissatisfaction with the other party's attitude.

But judging from that laughter and that attitude—extremely arrogant and domineering, showing no regard for other people's lives—there's no doubt that it's someone from the Soul Palace; there's no mistake about it.

"Hey! Han Feng, what does he need? Why don't you just give it to him directly?"

Although the Soul Palace Protector was somewhat annoyed, he did not directly confront the "Black-Hearted Venerable," but instead asked Han Feng a question.

After all, despite the numerous conflicts, he and "Black Heart Venerable" were on the same side. Han Feng was just an outsider, so how could he expect to receive much of his concern? Their cooperation was merely a reluctant one based on mutual benefit.

Han Feng, meanwhile, was bowing his head, his eyes bloodshot and completely red.

He wondered why that strange "hehehehehe" laugh sounded so familiar. Turns out, these two were in cahoots.

However, although they are in the same group, they don't seem to know each other well, so perhaps we can make use of them.

"Protector Xuan! He wants my life! How could I possibly give it to him?"

Han Feng shouted this loudly.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Protector Xuan stared at the person in front of him, demanding an answer.

"That's right! I need his life!"

The "Black-Hearted Venerable" speaks so frankly.

"That won't do. This guy is still somewhat useful; we can't let you kill him."

Protector Xuan refused outright.

"Oh? So you're trying to stop me?"

So said the "Black-Hearted Venerable".

Just as Protector Xuan was trying to figure out how to explain Han Feng's importance and persuade the person in front of him to give up killing him, Han Feng suddenly spoke up again.

"Protector Xuan! You mustn't be fooled by him! He may have already betrayed you. He knows the whereabouts of my teacher, Yao Chen. He made a deal with that old codger, and that's why he's planning to trade my head for something!"

“Protector Xuan! You know my teacher, he was a Dou Zun level expert, the famous Medicine Venerable of the continent. He may only be in his soul form now, his strength greatly diminished, and he is extremely restrained by the Soul Palace.”

"Protector Xuan! You can force them to hand over the whereabouts of that old codger. He's a soul entity at the Dou Zun level! If you get him, you'll make a fortune!"

Han Feng betrayed his teacher without hesitation.

He wasn't actually sure if the "Black-Hearted Venerable" knew the Medicine Venerable's exact whereabouts, but he felt it was possible, and quite likely. After all, he only knew that his teacher possessed the "Burning Technique," a peculiar cultivation method; he probably hadn't even heard of it from others.

After hearing Han Feng's explanation, Protector Xuan's eyes immediately shone brightly. If he could really obtain a soul body at the Dou Zun level, and that soul body was also said to be from a Medicine Venerable who could refine eighth-grade pills, then he would indeed have struck it rich.

"Is what he said true?"

Protector Xuan asked this question.

The "Black-Hearted Venerable" did not acknowledge this statement, but instead said directly, "It seems that Han Feng can only come into contact with you. It's a bit of a pity, but it's still not bad."

"What do you mean?"

Protector Xuan frowned.

"What I mean is, you should stay here with Han Feng!"

The "Black-Hearted Venerable" no longer concealed his aura; the powerful aura of a Battle Venerable instantly emanated, oppressing all directions.

Furthermore, behind him, a black sun was rising slowly.

No, it's less like the sun and more like a black hole radiating black light, a pure black vortex with boundless devouring power, standing behind him like the image of a god, transforming into a halo symbolizing his status and position.

"This...this...this...Venerable...Battle Venerable! You are an Elder of the Soul Palace?"

Protector Xuan immediately became more respectful.

But before he could confirm the "Black-Hearted Venerable's" exact identity, the "Black-Hearted Venerable" had already made his move.

"Great Black Imprisoning Heaven Palm!"

The next instant, the entire sky turned dark.

All that could be seen was a gigantic handprint that covered the sky, descending from the heavens and encompassing everything, imprisoning everything, and controlling everything.

Chapter 191 Exchanging the Burning Technique, Han Feng Goes Mad, Yao Chen is Disappointed

The back mountain of the Xiao family.

The sky was clear and cloudless, but the atmosphere was somewhat gloomy. On one side was the "Black-Hearted Venerable," shrouded in black robes and surrounded by black mist; on the other side was the ethereal, semi-transparent Medicine Venerable, who was dead but not quite gone.

"Old man, you two can make the deal, why did you have to involve me?"

Xiao Yan was sweating profusely. Under the pressure of the two powerful figures, especially since the other one was clearly a bad guy, it was difficult for him not to be nervous.

"There's no way I can leave this ring for too long. If you really can't leave it here, just leave it here and go."

Yao Chen said this.

"No, this is something my mother gave me. I would rather die than throw it away."

Xiao Yan resolutely refused.

"He is indeed a filial and good child..."

Yao Chen muttered to himself, a sigh escaping his lips. If Han Feng, whom he had taken in back then, had possessed even a fraction of Xiao Yan's filial piety, he wouldn't have ended up in this predicament.

"Hehehehehe! Venerable Medicine, I've brought the person you requested. Check the goods!"

The "Black-Hearted Venerable," whose entire body was shrouded in endless black energy, waved his hand, and instantly, a figure appeared in front of both of them.

The figure was covered in wounds, his aura was weak, and he had no fighting spirit. He was clearly Han Feng, who had been grabbed by the "Black Heart Venerable".

At this moment, Han Feng's strength had plummeted to rock bottom. In order to prevent him from causing any more trouble on the way, "Black Heart Venerable" deliberately drained all the fighting spirit inside his body, destroyed his fighting spirit vortex, burned his meridians, and severely damaged his soul and mental strength.

The "Black-Hearted Venerable" left an indelible seed of devouring fire within his body, constantly consuming his power and keeping him perpetually at his current level of strength, unable to recover even if he wanted to.

Unless there are healing pills of grade eight or above, or a Dou Zun takes the initiative to heal him, he has absolutely no chance of recovery on his own.

With his current strength, he could probably only fight Xiao Yan, whose cultivation level is still very low.

It's estimated that even Xiao Yan's father, Xiao Zhan, who was at the Great Dou Master level, couldn't beat him, let alone Yao Chen, whose strength has dropped significantly but who still has at least the Dou Zong level.

The "Black-Hearted Venerable" has truly shown great kindness, considering all aspects, including whether Yao Chen's current strength is enough to suppress Han Feng, but it's Han Feng who suffers the most.

The consuming fire was constantly ravaging his body and oppressing his mind, driving him further and further insane.

"Aaaaaaah! You bastard! You dare kill me?! Even if I die, I will never bow down to that old geezer!"