Capturing Han Feng

Lin Hai's figure appeared silently within the small courtyard of the Xiao Clan.

He handed a storage ring filled with a vast quantity of medicinal herbs to Yao Chen, who was currently instructing Xiao Yixian on flame control.

Yao Chen took the ring and swept his soul perception inside; he was once again stunned by the mountain of rare and diverse herbs, especially the ten sets of ingredients for eighth-tier pills and the two sets for the Pill of Breaking Sect, which made the corners of his eyes twitch uncontrollably.

(The storage ring also contained the herbs sent over by Hai Bodong.)

He hurriedly bowed and replied, "Understood, My Lord! This old man shall begin preparations at once!"

Watching Yao Chen busy himself, Lin Hai's gaze shifted slightly.

Mass-producing low-tier pills could certainly boost the strength of the organization's foundation quickly, but the process was tedious and extremely draining of time and energy.

Allowing Yao Chen, an eighth-tier alchemy grandmaster, to spend the bulk of his time refining third or fourth-tier, or even fifth or sixth-tier pills, was undoubtedly a massive waste.

His primary energy should be focused on refining high-tier pills.

"The efficiency is too low." Lin Hai frowned slightly. "I need a laborer to handle these low-level pills."

A name instantly surfaced in his mind—Han Feng.

Yao Chen's rebellious disciple, the Medicine Emperor of the Black Foot Domain, and a peak sixth-tier alchemist.

His character was base, and he had betrayed his master and ancestors, but his talent for alchemy was indeed remarkable; he was perfectly suited for this kind of repetitive, low-level work.

Making him atone through endless forced labor could be considered making the best use of his value.

With the thought settled, Lin Hai did not hesitate for a moment, not even bothering to bid Yao Chen farewell.

To him, going to the Black Foot Domain to snatch someone was as simple as stepping out to pluck a leaf.

With a flash of his figure, he vanished from the spot.

Black Foot Domain, Maple City.

This city, named after the "Medicine Emperor" Han Feng, was one of the most prosperous cities in the Black Foot Domain.

In the center of the city stood a magnificent mansion; this was Han Feng's lair.

At this moment, inside the alchemy room deep within the mansion, Han Feng was looking triumphantly at a sixth-tier pill nearing completion in his furnace.

He had a handsome face, yet it carried a trace of sinister malice, and his body radiated the aura of a peak Spirit Emperor along with the dense, fluctuating blue flames of the Sea Heart Flame.

However, just as the pill was about to solidify!

Hum!

The space within the entire alchemy room seemed to freeze instantly!

The triumph on Han Feng's face froze abruptly; he discovered that he couldn't even move a single finger!

The Dou Qi and Sea Heart Flame surging within his body were like insects trapped in amber, completely suppressed and solidified by an unimaginable, irresistible, and terrifying force!

Even his thoughts seemed to become sluggish!

His eyes were instantly filled with boundless fear and shock! What kind of power was this?! Spirit Sect? No! Even a peak Spirit Sect could not make him unable to even conceive the thought of resistance! Could it be... a Spirit Venerable?!

The next moment, the scene before his eyes twisted and shifted violently!

The intense discomfort of spatial displacement made him want to vomit, and the familiar sight of the alchemy room dissipated like a shattered mirror.

When he finally managed to regain his senses, he was horrified to find that he was no longer in Maple City, but in a strange, seemingly ordinary family courtyard!

The terrifying force suppressing him loosened slightly, allowing him to move his eyeballs with great difficulty.

Then, he saw a young man in green robes standing with his hands behind his back; his aura was plain, yet he seemed to be the center of the entire world.

Immediately after, his peripheral vision caught another figure—a pale soul body floating in mid-air, a face so familiar it had haunted his nightmares for countless years!

"Mas... Mas... Yao Chen?!!" Han Feng sounded as if he had seen a ghost; his voice was shrill and distorted, filled with extreme terror and disbelief!

Shouldn't his soul have dissipated long ago?! How could he be here?!

And who was this green-robed person, terrifying to the point of being incomprehensible?!

Was he a helper Yao Chen had found?!

Yao Chen was also stunned; he had just finished preparing the herbs when he felt a spatial fluctuation, and then he saw Lord Lin Hai toss a person into the courtyard as if he were throwing out trash.

Looking closely, it was actually that rebellious disciple Han Feng, whom he hated to his very bones!

Yao Chen's soul body fluctuated violently, and the bone-white Bone Chilling Flame surged out uncontrollably; his eyes were filled with monstrous rage and killing intent: "Han Feng!! You beast who betrayed your master and ancestors!"

Han Feng was scared out of his wits by Yao Chen's killing intent and the bizarre, terrifying situation; he wanted to struggle and beg for mercy, but he found that apart from his eyeballs, his body remained tightly bound by that invisible, terrifying force, unable to even speak, capable only of emitting fearful, wheezing gasps.

Lin Hai's indifferent gaze swept over Han Feng, who lay like a dead dog, and he spoke calmly to Yao Chen: "Spare his life. His alchemy skills still have some use; from now on, he will be responsible for refining the required low-tier pills to atone for his crimes."

After speaking, he flicked his finger, and a complex, pale golden rune instantly sank into Han Feng's forehead, branding itself deep into the origin of his soul.

"I have planted a restriction in his soul; his life and death are now within a single thought of mine. He will obey your orders to refine pills absolutely, but he cannot leave this courtyard, nor can he take any action that is resistant or detrimental to you." Lin Hai said to Yao Chen, "As for how to deal with him, decide for yourself once his value has been squeezed dry."

Upon hearing this, Yao Chen instantly understood Lord Lin Hai's intention.

He wanted this beast, Han Feng, to spend the rest of his life in the most humble posture to repay his sins!

This was more satisfying and more practical than killing him outright!

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his churning killing intent and fury, and bowed deeply to Lin Hai: "Many thanks, my lord! This arrangement could not be better!"

To make Han Feng toil like a donkey at a mill, endlessly refining the lowest-grade pills for the teacher he once betrayed and the faction of the junior brother he once coveted, until he was utterly drained of life... this was undoubtedly the cruelest punishment for him.

Lin Hai nodded, not sparing another glance at Han Feng, who lay on the ground like a pile of mud with only despair and terror remaining in his eyes, as if he had merely disposed of a trivial matter.

"Yao Chen, supervise his alchemy. You shall have full authority over the output of these low-grade pills."

"Yes! My lord!" Yao Chen replied respectfully. When he looked at Han Feng again, the surging killing intent in his eyes was gone, replaced only by a cold indifference, as if he were looking at a tool.

As for Han Feng, the "Medicine Emperor" who once commanded the winds and rains in the Black Foot Domain, what awaited him was a life of endless, bitter servitude.