Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

Han Feng's heart stirred slightly: "This is... Yao Wangui's recent action plan?... Heh, he even prepared this for me, how thoughtful."

“However, you asked me to kill Yao Wangui... but you didn’t say that I had to kill him the way you arranged.”

He gently raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Then... it's my turn to make the next move."

Han Feng put away the storage ring, got up and opened the window. A night breeze swept by, bringing a slight chill.

His gaze was deep as he looked toward the distant inner domain of the Medicine Clan, his divine sense quietly spreading out like a spider web.

"Yao Wangui... the Grand Elder of Criminal Law, a spy for the Soul Clan... how can such a person be killed so easily?"

A slight smile played on his lips as he turned and donned a gray robe. His soul power coalesced once more, conjuring a disguised aura completely different from his own. The aura was fierce yet tinged with a chilling undertone, reminiscent of the Soul Clan.

"Assassination? Perhaps... we should lure them out."

A few moments later, a figure quietly left the residence, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the night, heading straight for a side hall of the Medicine Clan.

That was a desolate courtyard in the Medicine Clan called "Soul-Sinking Abode". It was said to have been a place of confinement for elders who had made mistakes in the Medicine Clan. Now it was one of the secret strongholds of the Yao Wangui faction.

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Under the moonlight, shadows flickered in the Shenhun Residence, where several guards stood leaning against the wall, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around them.

The next moment, a barely perceptible soul fluctuation flashed by, and everyone in the courtyard's pupils contracted simultaneously. They then became dazed and fell into a hallucination.

A figure draped in a black robe descended silently into the courtyard, his footsteps landing without a sound. He did not rush into the main hall, but instead walked towards the side hall on the east side. With a wave of his hand, a dark pattern appeared on the wall.

Han Feng took out the ancient jade slip from his Yaoming storage ring, pressed the key inside, and the dark pattern immediately vibrated, opening a hidden door.

As he stepped inside, a faint medicinal fragrance wafted towards him, yet it was mixed with a sense of decay and coldness, making him instinctively wary.

Inside the stone chamber, there were rows of ancient soul artifacts and talismans, as well as several scrolls of secret techniques from the Soul Clan.

Han Feng frowned slightly: "As expected, this place has long become a transit point for communication with the Soul Clan."

He picked up one of the "Soul Concealment Talismans" and saw that it was engraved with extremely hidden spiritual patterns, which could not be perceived by anyone who did not have extremely strong soul power.

“This level of talisman is close to the inner hall techniques of the Soul Palace… Yao Wangui’s collusion is probably far more than just trying to ‘persuade’ his clansmen.”

Han Feng put away the key items, wiped away the traces with a flick of his sleeve, and left the secret room unnoticed.

As he was returning, a faint killing intent suddenly rose from behind him.

Han Feng continued walking and calmly asked, "Those who practice their courage at night, please introduce yourselves."

In the night wind, a figure slowly appeared, shrouded in black robes, revealing only a pair of aged yet cold eyes.

"Since you dare to enter the Soul-Sinking Abode and search for things, you don't intend to leave alive, do you?"

Han Feng smiled: "So you're one of Yao Wangui's people? That's good. I was just looking for an opportunity to talk to you."

The next moment, he suddenly turned around and struck out with his palm. The Nine Nether Wind Flame transformed into a giant Netherworld palm and crashed down!

The black-robed man's expression changed drastically, and his battle aura surged wildly, clearly indicating that he was also a Dou Sheng-level expert!

The two figures crossed paths in an instant, and the flames and the cold power clashed fiercely. In just a few breaths, Han Feng had already seen through the other party's strength.

"The Soul Clan's 'Night Soul Technique'? Tsk, they really are from the Soul Clan!"

"Nine Nether Wind Flame! Who are you?!" the black-robed man roared.

Han Feng smiled faintly: "Who I am is not important. What is important is that after tonight, Yao Wangui's secret will no longer be a secret."

boom!

The Nine Nether Winds swept out, engulfing the black-robed man in the raging Nether Winds.

A moment later, the fire went out, and the courtyard returned to calm.

Han Feng returned to the original path, his clone replaced his real body, and quietly returned to the house.

He closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, and in his sea of ​​souls, the soul pattern scrolls, secret letters, soul concealment talismans, etc. brought out from the Soul Abode were being analyzed one by one by him.

"Yao Ming, you want to use me, but you don't know that the real chessboard is only just beginning."

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The next morning, the sky was just beginning to lighten in the inner domain of the Medicine Clan.

Han Feng woke up early. There were still several figures guarding the courtyard, but a different group had been brought in. It seemed like a routine task, but in reality, they were probing for any activity. He calmly took a sip of spiritual tea. His internal fighting spirit had already circulated for a full cycle, completely erasing the lingering effects of last night's battle.

He raised his hand and took out a palm-sized jade bottle, inside which was sealed a wisp of soul remnant, which was a part of the memory left behind by the Soul Clan assassin before his death last night.

Han Feng concentrated for a moment, then probed into it with his soul power, and fragments of memories came rushing back:

—Yao Wangui and the Soul Clan's "Night Soul Society" held a secret meeting at the Soul Dwelling to exchange intelligence.

—The Soul Clan promised that if they could incite internal strife and disrupt the alliance before the clan meeting, they would exchange it for "Soul Jade Immortal Mushroom".

—Yao Wangui secretly controls a clandestine guard unit of the Yao clan, which is stationed year-round in the desolate mountains outside the clan, in preparation for any unforeseen events…

Han Feng's eyes darkened: "Soul Jade Immortal Mushroom... that's the main ingredient for refining the Sacred Soul Medicine. The Soul Clan is really willing to spend a lot to win him over."

Just as Han Feng was muttering to himself, a sudden, rapid fluctuation of soul power came from the southeast. It was slight yet sharp, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.

He raised an eyebrow, casually put away the jade bottle, and in a flash, he had already reached the rooftop.

A glimpse through the thin mist revealed a black and red soul flame signal rising from the direction of Yao Ming's camp. Within the Yao Clan, this signal signified a "surprise attack by a powerful enemy!"

Han Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Yao Wangui has made his move!"

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Meanwhile, outside Yao Ming's residence, chaos reigned!

A dozen or so Iron Guards lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies shattered and covered in blood.

A group of experts dressed in dark red punishment robes stepped into the courtyard. The leader was a tall, stern-faced old man, none other than Yao Wangui, the Grand Elder of the Medicine Clan's Punishment Department!

His eyes were gloomy, and he held a black bone scepter in his hand, with a soul serpent coiled around the top of the scepter, coldly staring ahead.

"Yao Ming!" Yao Wangui's voice was like the clanging of cold iron, "You secretly colluded with outsiders, conspired with unknown alchemists, and attempted to manipulate the clan assembly! Do you know what crime this is!"

Yao Ming had already stepped out of the house, with several trusted elders standing guard behind him.

His gaze was steady as he looked at Yao Wangui and sneered, "The charges you fabricated are well-made, but unfortunately, this won't scare me."

Yao Wangui glared angrily.

"Tell me, what happened at Shenhun Residence last night? Was it your doing?"

Yao Ming's eyes sharpened, and he frowned as he asked, "What did you say? Something happened at Shenhun Residence?"

Yao Wangui's eyes changed slightly, then he sneered: "Playing dumb won't help! Since you did it, just admit it. Hiding and dodging will only make me look down on you!"

"Humph, that's nonsense!"

Yao Ming already had doubts in his heart, but he remained assertive on the surface.

"Someone died in the Soul-Sinking Abode last night, and the Soul Clan has been alarmed. If you hadn't sent people to take action, how could this calamity have occurred?!"

Yao Wangui shouted, slapping his palm. A blood-red crystal floated up, faintly bearing the remnants of the Soul Clan's unique soul patterns.

Yao Ming stared at the crystal, his expression darkening slightly. He suddenly turned to look into the distance, a hint of unease in his eyes.

How could Yao Wangui dare to take out such a thing in public? Wasn't he afraid?

"Hmph, my connections with the Soul Clan are all for the sake of the Medicine Clan! I have never harbored any intention to betray my clan. On the contrary, it is you who have repeatedly interfered, even going so far as to send assassins to kill me. What exactly are you trying to do?!"

"Hmph! You're twisting the truth! You're harboring members of the Soul Clan, which is clearly colluding with foreign enemies! Today, I will cleanse the clan of its filth, so what if you're an elder of the Criminal Law!"

Yao Ming roared, unleashing terrifying battle aura that ignited around him, causing the temperature to plummet.

The next instant, more than ten powerful auras erupted from behind Yao Wangui, completely surrounding Yao Ming's base!

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Han Feng saw the flames shooting into the sky from afar and chuckled softly.

"That's fast... Looks like it's time for me to make my appearance."

With a light tap of his toes, he rose gracefully into the air, his robes fluttering as black flames rose, making him resemble a fiery serpent as he hurtled towards Yao Ming's base!

At the same time, Yao Ming's trusted elders were not to be outdone. Their fighting spirit rose, and they withstood the first wave of attack.

Yao Ming stared at the approaching wisp of black flame on the horizon, his pupils slightly contracting.

"Yao Wangui, have you ever considered... who was responsible last night?"

"Isn't it you?!"

boom!

A ball of black flame suddenly descended, and the moment it landed, the surrounding Iron Guards were blasted away by the shockwave.

Han Feng slowly emerged from the flames, his smile as cold as a blade of iron.

"Elder Yaoming, the 'Pharmacist' of the Soul Slaughtering Division, has come to offer assistance."

Yao Wangui's pupils contracted as he stared intently at Han Feng's figure, gritting his teeth and whispering, "Soul Slaughter Division, very well, Yao Ming, you actually joined forces with them?!"

Yao Ming replied calmly, "So what? You dare to contact the Soul Clan, so why can't I?"

At this moment, although he appeared calm on the surface, his mind was in complete turmoil.

what's going on?

This is not in accordance with the plan. Why did such a thing happen at Shenhunju when the people from the Zhuhun Division did not make a move?

Could it be that this person made a move last night?

Yao Ming's gaze swept over Han Feng, and his vigilance increased significantly.

Who on earth is he? !

At this moment, Han Feng looked at Yao Wangui, and a ball of flame ignited in his hand.

"Yao Wangui, I've heard you have connections with the Soul Clan. Today, I will assist Elder Yao Ming in bringing you to justice!"

"Young man is arrogant!"

Yao Wangui roared and swung his black bone scepter. The soul snake coiled in the void, suddenly expanded, and transformed into a phantom over ten feet long. It let out a shrill shriek and pounced on Han Feng.

Han Feng snorted coldly, black flames surged in his palm, and a fire dragon coiled like a snake leaped up and crashed into the phantom of the Soul Serpent!

"boom!!"

Flames collided with the soul shadow, and the shockwave of energy swept around, causing the entire courtyard to tremble.

Yao Ming was forced back several steps, his face solemn, and he gritted his teeth in a low voice: "He really has ties with the Soul Clan... This kind of secret technique is not from the Yao Clan."

His gaze hardened, and without further hesitation, his fighting spirit erupted, as he and several trusted elders approached the battle circle.

"Pass on my order: seal off the medicinal herb forest!"

Han Feng glanced sideways at his words, a half-smile playing on his lips, and said, "You reacted quickly."

Yao Ming snorted coldly and did not answer.

Although he had many doubts, the situation was already chaotic. Yao Wangui had made a move in public, and no matter what the truth behind it was, he could not back down now.

"Pharmacist...you dared to conceal what you did last night..." he said in a low voice, but before he could finish, a hint of murderous intent was revealed.

Han Feng showed no fear, standing with his hands behind his back amidst the flames, and calmly replied, "Elder Yao Ming, this matter concerns the infiltration of the Soul Clan, and I have my reasons."

"The most urgent task right now is to take down those who colluded with the Soul Clan!"

Before he finished speaking, the black flame in Han Feng's hand suddenly exploded, turning into thousands of fire snakes that rained down on Yao Wangui and his guards!

Yao Wangui's expression changed drastically. He roared, and the phantom of the Soul Serpent swirled around to protect his body. He slammed his scepter into the ground, and as the earth trembled, a Black Soul Magic Array suddenly rose up!

"You forced me to activate this killing formation—then don't blame me for showing no mercy to my kin!!"

The pitch-black soul light surged towards the entire courtyard like a reversed tide, affecting both Han Feng and Yao Ming!

Yao Ming's expression finally changed: "Madman! You want to destroy this place?!"

Han Feng's robes fluttered, his eyes icy: "Yao Wangui... do you really think the Soul Clan will keep their promise? You'll never be able to use that 'Soul Jade Immortal Mushroom' alive."

"Shut up!!" Yao Wangui was furious and unleashed a palm strike, the Soul Serpent lunging at him!

Just then, a powerful aura of battle energy descended from the sky.

With his powerful strength as a six-star Dou Sheng, Yao Wanhuo quelled all the turmoil with a single move.

"What kind of behavior is this, fighting and fooling around like this?"