"Kid, looks like you’ll be falling into my, Li Muqing’s, hands! Ahahaha..."
Li Muqing saw Ling Feng leaning against the table, too weak to stand. His face turned sinister as he approached Ling Feng while sneering. "Hmph, I'll show you the meaning of 'a fate worse than death'! Let's see if you dare to steal my woman again!"
"Brother Li, no rush."
Yan Jingfeng, confident that Ling Feng was at his mercy, sat opposite him and narrowed his eyes with a smile. "Brother Ling, since you're already in my hands, I suggest you cooperate obediently."
Though Li Muqing was eager to torment Ling Feng, he knew it was Yan Jingfeng's plan that had subdued Ling Feng. He could only snort coldly while glaring at Ling Feng with clenched fists, cracking his knuckles as he threatened, "You'll suffer soon enough!"
"Such a laughable loser. Do you really think... using these methods... will make Mentor Su look... look at you?"
Ling Feng glanced disdainfully at Li Muqing, his face full of contempt.
"Hmph, keep up your bravado! Soon, you'll only have your words to rely on!"
Li Muqing's face twisted with cruelty. He had long since prepared various instruments of torture, determined to make Ling Feng's life a living hell.
"Hand over your copy of The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion obediently," Yan Jingfeng tapped the table, unhurried. The effects of the Immortal Drunkenness could last for three days. Even with Ling Feng's unusual physique, he wouldn't recover within a day and a night.
However, he underestimated Ling Feng.
Though Yan Jingfeng had hidden the Immortal Drunkenness well, activating it with both incense and wine, Ling Feng's medical skills were far superior to his. Yan Jingfeng's mixed poison, though cunningly placed, was easily detected by Ling Feng.
In fact, from the moment Ling Feng saw the incense burner, he had seen through Yan Jingfeng's plan and decided to play along to lower his guard.
So, despite seemingly drinking the wine and inhaling the incense, the substances hadn't had time to merge in Ling Feng's body, rendering the Immortal Drunkenness ineffective.
"From what you’re saying, y-you must have a second copy of The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion, right?" Ling Feng feigned weakness while probing.
"The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion is too precious to carry around."
Yan Jingfeng, fully confident in his concoction, let his guard down and excitedly said, "Since the moment I treated Lu Shaocong and discovered that the medical saint has a successor, I've been thrilled!
"To think that in just a few days, you'd fall into my hands. This unparalleled medical book will finally be mine alone!"
Yan Jingfeng laughed sinisterly. "So, you'd better not resist. To obtain The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion, I'm willing to do anything."
"Really?" Ling Feng squinted, a slight smile playing on his lips. "What a coincidence. So am I."
"Hmm? What do you mean?" Yan Jingfeng suddenly felt a bad premonition. Ling Feng's behavior was too unusual... His mind was too clear.
"Y-You didn't fall for my Immortal Drunkenness!"
Yan Jingfeng jumped back several feet, staring coldly at Ling Feng with hatred. "How is this possible?"
"So, you've discovered it already?" Ling Feng stretched lazily while pouting. "If I couldn't see through such a minor trick, how could I be the medical saint's successor? It's a pity, though, that The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion isn't on you. It would have saved me a lot of trouble."
Since the truth was out, Ling Feng saw no need to continue the charade. Having already killed many members of the Yan family, one more wouldn't make a difference.
"This place has excellent feng shui and is perfect as a burial site for you two."
Ling Feng smirked while gripping the Eradicator of Realms which instantly radiated a domineering and intense Earth-Fire true qi.
Li Muqing, terrified, scrambled behind Yan Jingfeng, trembling uncontrollably. "Brother Yan, he... he... he...!"
Yan Jingfeng ignored the cowardly Li Muqing and remained much more composed in comparison.
"It seems I still underestimated you," Yan Jingfeng remarked with a strange smile. "But do you really think you can kill me?"
Shaking his head, Yan Jingfeng sighed lightly. "It's a pity; I didn't want to use this trump card."
As he finished speaking, Yan Jingfeng formed a mysterious hand seal. A giant scroll unfurled behind him, one side glowing with golden light, magnificent and dazzling, as if a great dragon were roaring. The other side exuded a chilling aura, with black smoke condensing into ghostly illusions that sent shivers down the spine.
"Sacred Demon Diagram, appear!"
At Yan Jingfeng's command, the scroll slowly opened. A crack appeared, as if something terrifying were about to emerge.
No, it had already emerged!
A fierce wind roared as a powerful gust swept through the area. Ling Feng saw a massive fist shoot out from the scroll, aiming directly at his face.
Before the fist even landed, the overwhelming force had already gouged a deep trench into the ground and made the air howl.
"Sacred Demon Diagram?"
Ling Feng's eyes twitched as he immediately employed the Boundless Sword Steps, channeling all his strength into a reverse punch aimed at the fist from the scroll.
The fists collided, forcing Ling Feng to retreat several steps. The opponent let out a beast-like roar.
Steadying himself by stomping on the ground and crushing the green bricks beneath him, Ling Feng looked up to see three burly men emerging from the scroll's crack.
No, they were all green-faced, fanged, bronze-headed, and round-eyed monsters!
Ling Feng's eyes twitched. These three humanoid monsters were clearly members of the demon race, but were seemingly controlled by something, having lost their minds and completely obeying Yan Jingfeng's commands.
What a domineering artifact!
Ling Feng was astonished. He hadn't expected Yan Jingfeng to possess such a formidable artifact!
"How about it, Brother Ling? Since I acquired this Sacred Demon Diagram, my family's power has only allowed me to refine three demon slaves. I haven't yet tried refining human slaves. You might have the chance to be the first!"
Yan Jingfeng grinned. These three demon slaves each had the strength of an early-tier demon lord, which was equivalent to the early stage of the Spiritual Element Realm. This was Yan Jingfeng's greatest trump card. With this diagram in play, Ling Feng had no chance of resisting.