I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy-Chapter 250 - 172: The Evil Cult of Fragrance_3

Chapter 250: Chapter 172: The Evil Cult of Fragrance_3

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This figure was, of course, Han Yi.

Even though Han Yi had thought of several more subtle methods, he ended up discarding them all in favor of a direct approach: knocking him out.

At his level, dealing with a Qi Cultivation Seventh Level cultivator was no big deal: there was no need for intricate plots. A direct confrontation would suffice.

He brought Li Wenheng into the courtyard, a residence for another cultivator. But this cultivator, a loose cultivator, was only at the Qing Cultivation Sixth Level, and was already knocked out by Han Yi before he dragged Li Wenheng into the courtyard.

In the courtyard.

Han Yi set up a Soul Locking Array within a ten-meter radius, ensuring that no sound from within the formation would reach the outside world.

Afterward, he revived Li Wenheng; and, without using the Concealment Skill any longer, he applied the aura of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator directly onto Li Wenheng.

As soon as Li Wenheng woke up, he abruptly sprung up, agile and spry, showing no signs of senility.

However, the formidable pressure of Han Yi’s foundation establishment cultivation base weighed him down abruptly, a change of color swiftly appearing on his face.

Such cultivation base pressure was only surpassed by the elder of the Li family, equal to the second elder, but superior to the third.

“Foundation Building Middle Level.”

Frightened, Li Wenheng quickly knelt down, pleading, “Senior, spare my life.”

“I am a member of the Li family. Perhaps you are mistaken?”

Li Wenheng was sincerely frightened. However, the voice that resonated in front of him next, made his face change color again.

“Lift your head and take a look at me. You’ll know whether it’s a misunderstanding.” Han Yi spoke unchangingly, affecting his natural voice.

“It’s you!”

Li Wenheng had a change of expression, quickly shifting to flattery, “Senior, the task you assigned, 1 have already ordered someone to do it. Tomorrow, someone will search for your friend. Do you require other assistance from this old man?”

Li Wenheng’s face was a picture of obsequiousness. However, a chill had robbed his heart of any courage, and he clutched a spiritual talisman hidden beneath his sleeves. This talisman was not a combat one, but a child-made talisman from a set of parent-child talismans.

Should the child talisman in his hand get damaged, the mother talisman would emit an alarm informing the Li family of his predicament.

Whizz.

The green-black Sword Qi flashed by. Li Wenheng’s arm flew off from his body, and the talisman in his hand fell to one side.

“All…”

Li Wenheng screamed in agony, but it was cut short as quickly as it had started. It was a tiny, abrupt cry of pain because a long sword was now at his brow, piercing a hair’s breadth in. Blood seeped from his forehead, flowed down his cheek, but he dared not wipe it off.

His eyes widened in fear, his whole body trembling; half in pain, half in terror.

“Move again, and I’ll kill you.”

Han Yi calmly stated. Over the years, he had killed too many people. When he spoke these words, an overpowering murderous intent filled the air. Li Wenheng felt as if he was in a viscous sea of blood, his vision almost blurring.

But this feeling was just fleeting: a flash, and the sea of blood was gone, his vision restored. However, the sword penetrating his forehead was a harsh reality.

“I’ll ask, you’ll answer.”

“Do you or don’t you know Zheng Hai?”

“I don’t know him.” Li Wenheng swallowed and honestly replied.

“In the shop, why did you react the way you did when I mentioned the Xuandan Sect?”

Li Wenheng hesitated for a moment.

Drip.

A flickering flash was followed by his other arm being severed and flying off. Blood poured out like a pillar.

He wailed in pain, but swiftly fell silent as the Green Reed Sword was returned to his forehead, pressing him onto the ground. He was trembling all over, but dare not move.

Han Yi stepped forward, looking down at him.

“Whether you talk or not, you’re dead.”

“Speak, and I’ll make it one quick blow.”

“Refuse to tell me, and I’ll torment you to death.”

“What’s more, 1 don’t believe you’re the only one in the Li family who knows the details. After killing you, I’ll find another one.”

Han Yi’s face was calm, speaking about killing people of the Li family like he was just crushing an ant; plain, detached, and completely dismissive of life.

Li Wenheng’s heart was chilling, but he remained silent, gritting his teeth and glaring at Han Yi.

Looking down at him, Han Yi saw his loyalty and stubbornness in his eyes.

“I understand now.”

Han Yi nodded, swiped his sword, and beheaded him.

The next moment.

Han Yi closed his eyes, immersing himself in his Sea of Consciousness Space. His Divine Soul sprung upright and came out of his body. Looking from Soul perspective, he saw a grayish shadow swirling above the corpse of Li Wenheng, who he had just beheaded.

This was Li Wenheng’s soul. Normally, this soul would have been sucked into reincarnation due to the force of death.

However, with just a roll of Han Yi’s Divine Soul, he caught this shadow and dragged it into his Sea of Consciousness Space.

Han Yi’s Divine Soul felt a wave of exhaustion. The risk of Soul exiting the body is high. Unless a cultivator below the Nascent Soul Stage has soul-splitting skills, they will suffer heavy damage when returning to the Sea of Consciousness Space from the outside world.

Despite Han Yi’s Divine Soul already being comparable to a late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he still felt fatigued.

However, before he could rest, he shattered the shadow that he had dragged into his Sea of Consciousness Space with his Soul Sword, turning it into the purest soul energy and absorbed it, digesting it.

After an incense stick’s time.

He opened his eyes, the bloody light in his eyes surging.

“Fragrance Sect, Dan Raising Area, Li family, you’re asking for death.”

In fragments of Li Wenheng’s memory, Han Yi did not find Zheng Hai’s whereabouts. However, he did find a crucial piece of information.

It turned out that the Li family, in collusion with the Fragrance Sect, would capture live cultivators and confine them for the Fragrance Sect’s Dan Raising demands.

Especially three years ago during the fierce battle among the three Golden Core sects in the western and northern parts of Shu State. Back then, the Fragrance Sect stealthily seized the opportunity to capture many cultivators from the three sects and transported them to Jia Shan City.

The three sects were the Xuandan Sect, Heavenly Soul Sect, and Blood God Sect.

In the official definition, the Fragrance Sect should actually be called the Fragrance Evil Sect. This is one of the three major evil sects in the entire Cultivation World.

Combining his Yi Yao Secret Skill calculation with this explicit information, Han Yi guessed that Zheng Hai had probably been taken to this Dan Raising site.

According to the records he had read about the three major evil sects in the Yu Heng World, once the Fragrance Sect captured a cultivator, they would use the Fragrance Evil Skill to extract the cultivator’s mana, Divine Soul, Bone Roots, Spiritual Root, qualifications, and other basics required for cultivation, and transform these into Fragrance Evil Pills.

This is where the name “Dan Raising Site” for the Fragrance Sect came from.

The Fragrance Evil Pills could be taken directly to enhance cultivation and Bone Roots. However, cultivators taking these pills would be violating the natural order and subjected to divine punishment.

Cultivators from whom the Divine Soul, Mana, Bone Roots, and Spiritual Roots were extracted would end up completely disabled, ultimately dying.

This was why his eyes had a sudden surge of bloody light.

Han Yi dropped an Explosion Symbol, disrupted the preordained fate of killing Li Wenheng by using Yi Yao Skill, withdrew the formation, and, like a bolt of lightning, moved toward the Li family’s residence..

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