Chi Fei's eyes were filled with terror as she shouted Zhang Fan's name: "Zhang Fan, wake up! Zhang Fan!"
The man in black robes grinned and said, "Zhang Fan, all your spiritual energy is mine now."
His palm gradually approached Zhang Fan's Baihui acupoint, finally landing on Zhang Fan's head, like a magnet, firmly holding on.
Zhang Fan's body trembled uncontrollably as if he had been electrocuted.
"No! Zhang Fan!" Chi Fei cried out in despair, her face streaked with tears, but she still couldn't stop him.
Zhang Fan, beneath the black-robed man's palm, visibly turned yellow, growing increasingly yellow until finally...
It turned into a scarecrow.
The man in black robes stared in disbelief at the scarecrow before him, unable to process what he had seen for a long time.
Realizing he had been deceived, he kicked the scarecrow hard.
"Ah—" A crisp metallic clang rang out, causing both Chi Fei and the clan leader to grimace.
It sounds painful.
The man in black robes bit his lower lip tightly, and his trembling body and cold sweat on his face betrayed his pain.
He had to endure it; he couldn't reveal it to his subordinates.
Although they are cultivators, their physical strength is only a few times higher than that of ordinary people, and they still feel pain when they suffer physical damage.
Song Renli immediately stepped forward to check and took out a dark ball from the scarecrow. He reached out and picked it up, but he misjudged the situation. The ball was very heavy, and his back twisted. His youthful face looked several years older.
Song Renli cried out, clutching his waist and face in a flustered manner.
The man in black robes shouted, "What is this?"
Song Renli: "Sect Leader, it's a shot put."
The man in black robes cursed, "I know this is a shot put! I'm asking you, where did Zhang Fan go?"
Song Renli's eyes were filled with confusion: "Sect Master, I've been watching Zhang Fan the whole time, and he hasn't moved an inch, nor has he been replaced in the middle."
The man in black robes gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse: "Then what's going on?"
Song Renli firmly believed, "Sect Master, no matter who it is, it's impossible for them to use a puppet talisman all night without revealing their true form. That would consume so much spiritual energy."
The man in black robes froze for a moment: "Seize him!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
He walked to the formation where he had appeared, silently chanted an incantation, and a gust of wind appeared around him.
The man in black gritted his teeth and said, "Zhang Fan, I won't let you get away with this!"
Having said that, he waved his wide sleeves, and nothing happened.
He waved his hand again, but the person remained in the same spot. He became a little anxious, waving his sleeves so hard they almost stirred the wind, but the person still remained in the same spot.
"How could this be?" He looked down at his palm in disbelief.
"How does it feel to lose all your spiritual energy?" A deep male voice came from behind.
The man in black robes froze, then turned stiffly to see a languid figure standing beside the altar. One foot was propped against the wall, supporting his languid body, and a blade of grass was dangling from his mouth, making him look exceptionally lazy.
"Zhang Fan! You did this!" the man in black said through gritted teeth.
Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow: "You're only realizing it now? You're much dumber than I thought!"
Song Renli pointed at Zhang Fan, his finger trembling: "You... I saw you eat so much poison with my own eyes."
Zhang Fan smiled coldly: "From the very beginning, there were only puppets, not Zhang Fan."
Song Renli's expression changed drastically, and he looked more than ten years older than before.
Zhang Fan: "Don't be angry, didn't all that stuff go into your mouth?"
Song Renli's face had visibly aged, and he now looked like a fifty-year-old man.
He stared in disbelief at the back of his hands, where the skin was loose and there were age spots. He touched his face in horror; the collagen was gone, and he could clearly feel the wrinkles. Song Renli screamed from the depths of his soul: "Ah! I don't want to get old!"
Zhang Fan's gaze was icy: "How many souls have you absorbed to maintain your appearance!"
Song Renli lost control of his emotions, his voice trembling with madness: "What do you know? It's their good fortune that I can maintain my appearance! They should be grateful; not everyone has this opportunity!"
Zhang Fan's gaze was icy: "Who do you think you are, a god who judges the world? No wonder the heavens and earth cannot tolerate the Heavenly Dragon Gate!"
Song Renli's hair had turned completely white, his skin was so loose that it was just a thin layer, and he was hunched over, looking every bit the centenarian!
"Kill me! Kill me!" Song Renli couldn't bear to accept this fact.
He rushed up to the clan chief: "For the sake of our past love, kill me and give me peace!"
The clan chief's eyes narrowed: "Bah, you'll be old and dying soon. Killing you would dirty my hands. I was blind before, but I won't be anymore."
"Then don't blame me!" Song Renli suddenly rushed towards Chi Fei. "Zhang Fan, I've captured your woman. If you want her to live, let me go."
Before he could finish speaking, the arrogance on his face froze instantly. A fiery red whip struck him, coiling him into a ball, and then with a forceful flick, slammed him heavily to the ground.
"Pfft!" Song Renli felt a tightness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He stared blankly at Chi Fei, incredulous: "You...you weren't drugged too, and you were tied up too, weren't you?"
Chi Fei cracked her whip: "Zhang Fan knew about your scheme a long time ago."
Song Renli asked incredulously, "What...when was it exposed?"
Zhang Fan, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, said lazily, "From the very beginning, you didn't have any fragrance."
All the women in Miao Jiang Valley, regardless of who they are, have a fragrance. From the first day Zhang Fan entered Miao Jiang Valley, he noticed that the clan leader did not have a fragrance.
At the time, he simply thought that the clan chief was too old to enjoy such fancy things.
Until that night, when Chi Mei followed Zhang Fan and was bitten by countless mosquitoes, he noticed that Chi Mei's fragrance was very faint.
He then realized that these spices were mainly for repelling insects. Miao territory was full of snakes, insects, rats and ants, and everyone carried spices on their bodies.
Zhang Fan then confirmed that the clan leader had a problem.
The fake clan leader kept trying to get Zhang Fan to eat. These things smelled colorless and tasteless, but as soon as Zhang Fan put them in his mouth, he knew that they contained medicine to neutralize spiritual energy.
When he ate, he quietly forced the spiritual energy out of his body, so he was not affected at all.
However, he didn't waste the medicine that was forced out of his body; he sent it all into the black-robed man's body.
Song Renli wanted to capture him alive, and he knew that this was to absorb his spiritual energy. So he played along, leaving a wisp of spiritual energy in the scarecrow and mixing it with medicine. Now all the medicine that could dissipate his power is in the black-robed man's body.
Chi Fei helped the clan chief untie the ropes. Without hesitation, the clan chief kicked Song Renli away, her voice filled with extreme anger: "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to learn the sect..."
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