"Y-you, what exactly are you... going to do?!"
Sun Buxiao held Han Feng by the head. Han Feng struggled feebly with both hands, trying to break free, but he could not manage it at all.
He could only question him in an utterly weak voice, full of anger and venom.
,??
"These past two years, you must have been very curious about who that voice in your head really was, right?"
To Han Feng, Sun Buxiao's voice sounded like a demon's, mocking and cruel.
"You wanted to talk to him, but you couldn't. It was also rather difficult for him to properly influence your mind. Now-let me give you two a hand.
"The Inner Demon Tribulation-heh, hahahaha! Han Feng, you're the first person in this world fortunate enough to enjoy it. You'd better thank me!"
Bzz-
Bzz, bzz-bzz. Waves of soul energy pulsed incessantly. Han Feng felt as though his soul was being torn apart over and over, the pain unbearable. Something foreign also seemed to be coming into existence inside his head.
"Aah-no, stop! Let me go, let me go! Sun Buxiao, please let me go! I'm begging you!"
Han Feng's fragile mental defenses could no longer hold. He screamed miserably while begging at the top of his lungs. Unfortunately, Sun Buxiao could not be bothered to entertain any of it. He simply continued what he was doing, stirring up Han Feng's Inner Demon.
"I'm an Alchemist! I'm willing to refine pills for you alone from now on! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you, as long as you let me go! Let me go-aaaaah!!!"
But Han Feng's racket really was annoying.
"Stop whining. Let you go and keep you at my side? So I can become a second Venerable Yao?"
Sun Dog sneered, unconsciously tightening his grip