Chapter 3 Please teach meWell, there is nothing that the Soul Clan dare not do. Yao Yan couldn't help but complain in his heart. He didn't expect that his first contact with the Soul Clan would be like this. As for whether the other party was not a member of the Soul Clan, judging from this laughter and this unbridled courage, there was no one in the entire Douqi Continent more rampant than them. Anyone who knows a little about the Medicine Clan would dare to break in like this. If they were discovered by the Medicine Clan, they would definitely be faced with a devastating blow. Do you really think the medicine clan has good temper? The strength of the Yao Clan ranks among the top among the eight ancient families. In the entire Douqi Continent, there are really few forces that they dare not provoke. Add to that laughter...there's no doubt about the other party's identity. Sure enough, the Soul Clan had already infiltrated, and the Medicine Clan was rotten to the core... Yao Yan complained again in his heart. He knew that the Medicine Clan was not safe. According to the strength shown by the Medicine Clan in the original novel, if their home had not been stolen, they would not have been defeated so quickly and so miserably. The Soul Clan’s plan had already begun. "You... who are you? Where are you? Come out!" Yao Yan asked the question even though he knew the answer. His handsome face showed a look of shock and anger as he looked around vigilantly. He didn't think the other party had any "bad intentions" in coming here. With his current strength as a six-star fighter, if the other party wanted to crush him, it would be no different from crushing an ant. If they really wanted to do something to him, there would be no need to waste words, just go for it. It didn't matter whether he agreed or not.
The world of Doupo has always been so cruel, and strength determines everything. Come on if you want. I have to make a comparison: I don’t eat beef! "I'm in your ring. I've been observing you all these years, little guy. You're pretty good." The voice of a middle-aged man came from the ring with a hint of appreciation. I'm so stupid! Yao Yan was almost scared to death by this guy. How could he deserve the attention of the Soul Clan leader? He was such a screw-up. He felt that none of the stimulation he had received in the past ten years was as great as that at this moment. He frantically recalled everything he had done over the years in his mind. After a moment, he was extremely glad that he did not have the bad habit of talking to himself. He always thought about things in his mind. As if he noticed that Yao Yan was frightened, the ring on his index finger emitted a faint fluorescence, emitting a pitch-black mist. A moment later, a figure made up of black mist appeared in front of him, and the figure was wrapped in black flames. This flame was extremely special, and it seemed that even the light was swallowed up, and not a single breath leaked out. Yao Yan couldn't even feel the other party's soul fluctuations. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't even tell whether there was anything in front of him. Void swallows fire! It ranks second on the list of strange fires. It is born in nothingness, has no traceable form and is invisible. It is a rather strange existence, known as the thing that swallows the sky and the earth. It has the ability to devour everything. Between heaven and earth, only a handful of creatures can contend with that devouring power. What the hell have I done to deserve this… Yao Yan was completely furious at this moment. He was just a weakling six-star fighter. He hadn’t even left the Novice Village yet, and he had already met this kind of big shot. How could he withstand it? "Who are you? Why are you hiding in my storage ring? Why can't I sense you?" Yao Yan looked nervous, took small steps to the back, and asked in a serious voice. "Me? I am also an alchemist. Your father was once my registered disciple, but unfortunately he died at the hands of those people from the Medicine Clan. You should know the attitude of the Medicine Clan towards those who do not have the blood of the Medicine Clan. I don't need to say more about this." The figure wrapped in the void-devouring flame sneered with a hint of mockery and disdain. What he said was naturally half true and half false. After all, a Soul Clan descendant with little blood concentration was obviously not qualified to be his disciple. However, it was indeed he who chose the other party to come to the Medicine Clan, and even his acquaintance with Yao Yan's mother was deliberately arranged by him. The old routine, the hero saves the beauty, has always worked, especially for dealing with the girls from the Medicine Clan who never go out all year round. Just imagine, just after leaving the tribe, she was rescued by a handsome young hero. That killing power... Over the past hundred years, he has arranged many such roles to prepare for the future.
The Medicine Clan has long been the prey of the Soul Clan. What do you mean, am I a hybrid of the Soul Clan and the Medicine Clan? ! Yao Yan was silenced again, his mind racing. He felt that the other party was trying to trick a kid, so he had no choice but to cooperate. He clenched his fists, stopped his retreat, and stared at the other party, his tone seeming to suppress something: "Why do you say that my father was killed by the tribe? What evidence do you have? Also, if you are my father's teacher, why didn't you save him!" "Your father is an adult. Although I am his teacher, I can't protect him all the time. Besides, this was his choice. He chose your mother and joined the Yao tribe." The figure continued in a gloomy tone: "As for why they wanted to kill your father, it was because your father found a Purple Gold Spirit King Ginseng that could nourish the power of the bloodline. Since you are already an alchemist, you should be very clear about its value. Facing it, not to mention that your father is just an outsider without the bloodline of the Medicine Clan, even brothers may turn against each other." He said, and sneered. Purple Gold Spirit King Ginseng is a natural treasure that is enough to be used to refine seventh-grade or even eighth-grade elixirs. Even if it is eaten raw, it can gently change one's physique and even transform one's bloodline talents, etc. It is extremely precious. "Your mother went to argue with them, and eventually died because of them. I am not from the Medicine Clan, so I cannot interfere in these matters. Besides, this was their own choice... Everyone must be responsible for their own choices, and so are you and me." "As for why you can't sense me, with your soul power, what can you see clearly in this world?" I see it more clearly than you! Yao Yan's mind was extremely clear at this moment. He knew that what the other party said should be true. His parents in this life were most likely killed by people of the same clan. However, there might be some conspiracy behind this. Unfortunately, he was obviously not qualified to find out all this with his current small body. Why does it feel a bit like the script of Naruto Obito! Yao Yan's handsome face was filled with anger, and he asked through gritted teeth, "Who are they?!" "You are angry? Unfortunately, anger can't change anything. In this world, only strength can determine fate. You are too weak, as weak as an ant on the side of the road. No one cares about your emotions. In the huge Yao clan, you are not worth mentioning. You are not even worthy of being cultivated." The middle-aged man shook his head slightly and spoke slowly, deliberately trying to bring out the resentment and hatred in Yao Yan's heart. There is imbalance in any ethnic group. Don’t worry about scarcity but inequality. Uneven distribution of resources will inevitably lead to jealousy and calculation, especially among the weak. There has never been fairness in this world. If you want fairness, you must be qualified to stand with the other party. We don’t even have the qualifications to stand together, let alone anything else. Upon hearing this, Yao Yan's eyes widened in anger, his pretty little face looked a little ferocious, he clenched his fists, said nothing, and had a surly expression. "You only have a third-grade bloodline. There are countless people like you in the entire Yao Clan. If you have a chance in the future, you may be able to step into the realm of Dou Zong. If you are unlucky, you may end up like your father, only staying at the Dou Wang level, or even dying in a corner without anyone knowing." The middle-aged figure spoke calmly, as if stating a fact. Because most people in this world are like this. So what if they are geniuses? Only those who can grow up are geniuses, and those who die young are nothing. He has seen too many so-called geniuses and evildoers. But only a few can eventually become Fighting Saints. If you can’t become a fighting saint, you don’t even have the qualifications to be looked at by him. "I want to become a strong person and decide my own destiny. Please teach me, Master!" Yao Yan closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. He bowed to the middle-aged man and spoke in a deep voice. "I can give you a chance to become a strong person, but it depends on whether you have the talent." The middle-aged figure looked at Yao Yan, his eyes flickering slightly, and spoke slowly. He had observed Yao Yan for quite some time. Among the 'seeds' he selected, Yao Yan was the best choice. Both his character and talent were worth training. Rather than suppressing others with strength, he preferred to play with people's hearts. The feeling of playing with the other person in the palm of his hand was very interesting, just like playing a development game.
"This item was originally prepared for your father, but unfortunately your father chose the Medicine Clan." The middle-aged man smiled faintly and slowly raised his hand. Suddenly, the ethereal black flame condensed in his palm and turned into a vortex. The surrounding space became distorted. After a while, a black-red blood bead that looked like a fetal egg appeared in Yao Yan's sight. It was the size of a baby's fist, wrapped in black flames, flashing with a dark red halo, and looked extremely evil. (End of this chapter)