Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

Chapter 469 Breaking the Face

The moment Yao Wanhuo appeared, the chaotic situation instantly calmed down.

Everyone held this elder in the highest esteem.

Even if you don't respect him, you still have to be in awe of his six-star Dou Sheng strength.

Among the Medicine Clan, Yao Wanhuo is the second strongest member after the clan leader.

The moment Yao Wangui saw Yao Wanhuo appear, a look of fear appeared on his face.

"Nine Nether Wind Flame, the traces left in the Soul-Sinking Abode last night were Nine Nether Wind Flame!"

As a major inherited flame of the Medicine Clan, the main flame of the Nine Nether Wind Flame is in the hands of Yao Wanhuo. Therefore, last night's attack was very likely related to Yao Wanhuo.

Knowing the newcomer's attitude, Yao Wangui slowly suppressed his fighting spirit.

His confidence at this moment did not come from the firelight outside the temple, but from the support of another elder within the Medicine Clan.

After the Soul Clan incident, the Medicine Clan's attitude quickly split into three factions: one faction was inclined to cooperate with the Soul Clan, another advocated joining the Ancient Clan Alliance, and the third insisted on neutrality and refused to form an alliance with anyone.

The reason they chose to cooperate with the Soul Clan was that several months ago, the Soul Clan had secretly sent people to contact them, promising them generous rewards and resources.

Those who chose to join the alliance were mostly driven by a natural aversion to the Soul Clan.

The Soul Clan has committed numerous atrocities, long abducting the souls of cultivators from various regions, especially hunting "alchemists," which is the most cruel practice on the continent. This is no secret.

Although the Medicine Clan also looks down on those so-called foreign alchemists, they are at least in the same profession. Therefore, in the eyes of many in the Medicine Clan, the Soul Clan is simply notorious.

However, the Medicine Clan is, after all, one of the ancient clans, and has its own set of operating rules.

Before the clan meeting is formally convened and a resolution is made, the three factions will engage in secret maneuvering, but none of them will openly express their opinions.

All courting, deals, and contacts were conducted in private.

As a result, the Medicine Clan has recently been embroiled in open and covert struggles, making the situation extremely complex.

Previously, the Thunder Clan had sent envoys to visit, hoping to build a more solid alliance with the Medicine Clan.

However, these messengers suddenly disappeared after entering the territory of the Medicine Clan, which was actually related to internal strife.

Yao Wanhuo, as one of the representatives of the neutral faction, was fully aware of the situation, but he always maintained his restraint.

He never easily took sides, nor did he get involved in the struggles between the two factions below.

In his eyes, the interests of the Medicine Clan should come first. Whether joining the alliance or siding with the Soul Clan, the worst thing to do before the situation is clear is to cause internal strife.

He glanced indifferently at Yao Ming and Yao Wangui, and said coldly:

"We'll discuss your matter after the clan meeting."

After saying that, she glanced at Han Feng again and said in a low voice:

"The people from the Soul Slaughtering Division... make quite a show of force for their first visit to my Medicine Clan."

Han Feng smiled slightly and bowed to Yao Wanhuo, saying, "Pharmacist of the Soul-Slaying Division greets Elder Yao Wanhuo."

“I understand your purpose, but as for the so-called alliance, my Medicine Clan will make its own judgment. Which side you join must be formally discussed and decided by the clan council.”

Yao Wanhuo remained unmoved: "The affairs of the Yao clan do not require outsiders to make decisions, so no matter where you come from, please go back to where you came from."

Han Feng stared at him and suddenly asked, "Elder, are you unaware that, apart from the Soul Clan, all the other clans among the eight ancient clans have agreed to join the alliance?"

Yao Wanhuo frowned slightly: "So what? The goal of this alliance is to fight against the Soul Clan. If you want to fight, then do it. There's no need to drag my Yao Clan into it."

"Could it be that if the Medicine Clan doesn't join the alliance, they will be treated as enemies and attacked along with them?"

"If that's the case, then this so-called alliance really needs to reflect on its meaning."

Han Feng slowly spoke: "The alliance will naturally not regard the Medicine Clan as an enemy, but it is hard to say whether the Soul Clan will take the opportunity to attack the Medicine Clan."

Yao Wanhuo didn't take it seriously: "You're overthinking it. Whether it's the Thunder Clan, the Flame Clan, or the Ancient Clan, since you say they've formed an alliance, they're helping each other and fighting against external enemies together. If the Soul Clan really dares to attack my Yao Clan, I'm sure the other clans won't stand idly by."

Upon hearing this, Han Feng felt a slight chill run down his spine.

This was the first time he had heard such a "naive" statement.

But will things really turn out as Yao Wanhuo said? Or... has the other party already placed their bets in secret?

Given the financial resources of the Medicine Clan, achieving this would not be difficult.

The other races, while agreeing to the alliance, did not have any restrictions on forming new allies under the alliance rules.

Han Feng quickly thought it through.

Could it be that, besides the ancient clan alliance, they have formed a new alliance? And this alliance excludes the ancient clans from it!

Only this can explain the Medicine Clan's reckless and arbitrary actions.

Han Feng sneered inwardly: "These people from the Medicine Clan really are cunning and manipulative, relying on their wealth and resources."

However, he wore a gentle smile on his face.

"Since the Medicine Clan has already made a decision, I will not disturb them any longer."

After Han Feng finished speaking, he turned around and walked away.

Yao Ming's eyelids twitched violently. He wanted to stop Han Feng several times, but after much hesitation, he still didn't make a move.

My storage ring...

Yao Ming felt a pang of guilt. The reward he had given Han Feng was quite substantial, yet the other party had completely disregarded his instructions, acted on his own initiative, not only ruining his plans but also dragging him down with him!

Suddenly, Han Feng stopped and turned his head slightly.

"Although the Soul Slaughtering Division is a small force, it is not as weak as you all think. I hope that when we meet again, it will not be on the battlefield."

"Crazy man!"

At this moment, Yao Wangui suddenly made his move.

He was both an ally of the Soul Clan and a controller of extreme power within the Medicine Clan. As the Elder of Punishments, it was incredibly convenient for him to do whatever he wanted within the clan. This power also fostered his audacious and reckless nature, though he claimed it was all within the clan rules.

He unleashed the Soul Clan's secret technique once more, combining it with the Medicine Clan's alchemical fire technique. His battle aura surged wildly, intertwining in mid-air to form a three-headed giant python.

"Heavenly Soul Three Python Technique!"

Yao Wangui roared angrily, pushed his long staff forward, and controlled the giant python to attack Han Feng.

The other two elders, seeing this, did not intervene; instead, they were happy to see Han Feng suffer this blow.

Yao Ming's face revealed a smile of revenge, and he felt inexplicably relieved. He even found Yao Wangui more pleasing to the eye.

Yao Wanhuo remained calm, his gaze fixed on Han Feng, seemingly trying to predict how the other party would respond to Yao Wangui's attack.

Although Yao Wangui's cultivation level is not as high as Yao Wanhuo's, he is still a four-star Dou Sheng level expert, which is not a weak existence in the Yao Clan.

Moreover, judging from its moves, it should be a Medicine Clan fighting technique that incorporates the secret techniques of the Soul Clan, making it exceptionally powerful.

Even an ordinary Battle Saint would find it difficult to withstand this attack.

With his back to the crowd, Han Feng continued walking forward despite the approaching giant python, seemingly without any reaction.

However, just as the giant python was about to strike him, an invisible hand seemed to reach out from behind Han Feng and firmly grasped the python.

With a low boom, the three-headed python shuddered violently in mid-air, unable to move forward an inch!

Immediately afterwards, a dark flame suddenly rose up behind Han Feng, and as the flame flickered, it was as if a cold, whirlwind was blowing.

Upon seeing this "familiar" flame, Yao Wanhuo's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Nine Netherworld Wind Flame!"

He knew the power of this strange fire all too well.

But why does he also have...?

"How can this be?!"

Yao Ming also showed a shocked expression at this moment.

The apothecary of the Soul Slaughtering Division actually possesses the inherited strange fire of my clan?!

Swish swish!

A tearing, cutting sound rang out instantly, and the intelligence in the three-headed python's pupils jolted, then slowly went out like a candle in the wind under a fierce gale.

boom!

The giant python's form collapsed in mid-air, and Yao Wangui suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Last night, it was you!"

His spirit was injured, and he himself suffered a backlash.

While the Soul Clan's secret techniques are powerful, they also have significant side effects.

Han Feng glanced at the other party indifferently. This move was a considerable lesson for Yao Wangui, and also a small revenge for his teacher.

He continued walking towards the outside of the Medicine Clan, but the next second, Yao Wanhuo's voice rang out behind him.

"and many more!"

Han Feng stopped in his tracks, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

He turned around and looked at Yao Wanhuo.

"Elder Yao Wanhuo, he was the one who struck first."

Yao Wanhuo stared intently at Han Feng, as if trying to see through everything about him.

"I stopped you not because of this."

"Where did you get the Nine Nether Wind Flame in your hand?"

Yao Wanhu asked, word by word.

"this one?"

Han Feng played with the strange fire in his hand for a moment.

"Naturally, it was a place of opportunity that I happened to come across."

"Do you know that the Nine Nether Wind Flame is a unique flame inherited by our clan?"

Yao Wanhuo asked again.

Han Feng did not answer, but instead asked a question.

"What, Elder Yao Wanhuo, are you trying to forcibly seize the strange fire from me?"

Yao Wanhuo didn't speak, but the meaning in his eyes was almost the same, even if it wasn't quite like that.

"Now that you mention it, I'm also a little curious. How does the Nine Nether Wind Flame of the Medicine Clan differ from mine?"

As soon as Han Feng finished speaking...

Whoosh!

A cold, gusty wind suddenly swept through the area, and this time, the wind did not come from Han Feng, but from... Yao Wanhuo!

"Nine Netherworld Wind Flame..."

Han Feng narrowed his eyes.

"This is the Nine Nether Wind Flame of the Medicine Clan."

In terms of the power of different flames, the one in Yao Wanhuo's hand is indeed more powerful than the Nine Nether Wind Flame in Han Feng's hand.

After all, it was a strange fire that had been nurtured for thousands of years, giving it a more profound and mature feel than the strange fire that Han Feng had rapidly cultivated.

"My Medicine Clan is a great clan, and the Nine Nether Wind Flame is also a representative of our clan. Therefore, Your Excellency Medicine Master, if you are willing to hand over the Nine Nether Wind Flame, our clan will offer you great compensation."

Yao Wanhu paused in his speech.

"The matter of an alliance is not out of the question."

"Clap clap clap!"

Han Feng suddenly started clapping.

"Good good!"

"Elder Yao Wanhuo has taught me a lesson today."

Han Feng changed the subject.