The battle between mental forces is never bloody.
As soon as Ruan Chen finished speaking, a vast mental network opened up and enveloped everything below.
Yan Qian and Fu Jianzhi didn't feel anything, but the spirit witches' expressions changed.
The most obvious example was the leading shaman, who immediately lost her grip on her staff and collapsed to the ground with her emaciated body.
It was clear that she struggled to get up and tried to resist, but could only slump on the ground and twitch. Her struggles were insignificant to Ruan Chen.
The other spirit shamans immediately reacted and joined forces to resist the tyrannical mental suppression from Ruan Chen.
As soon as they gathered their spiritual power, the pressure from Ruan Chen eased, and the spirit witches' resistance came to naught.
The great shaman had already passed away.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye; Ruan Chen so ruthlessly obliterated the existence of the Spirit Witch!
She didn't just tear apart the Great Witch's spiritual power and turn her into an idiot; she simply erased her power!
The spirit shamans, who had just harbored rebellious thoughts, dared not utter another word. They sat back down on their prayer mats, heads bowed.
They had been engrossed in studying mental power for many years, so they naturally knew the level of Ruan Chen's mental power.
Initially, with the High Priest as their leader, they naturally followed him without hesitation to fight the prophesied demon. But now, the High Priest 1 has been easily annihilated by the demon, and the Holy Son and Daughter are standing with the demon...
The surviving sorcerers couldn't help but reflect: Will prophecies always come true? Why can't we just enjoy the wealth that the devil brings to our people with a clear conscience and live a carefree life? Why do we have to invite trouble upon ourselves?
"Alright, we're even."
Ruan Chen glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground, then looked at Yan Qian, "Don't worry, I will fulfill the contract, and this matter will be considered closed—by the way, is the new car easy to drive?"
She spoke casually, as if nothing had happened.
She has achieved her goal of making an example of someone to deter others.
Fu Jianzhi glanced at Yan Qian's car outside. It was brand new, obviously a compensation from Ruan Chen for wrecking Yan Qian's car a few days ago.
After returning to the Northern Islands, Yan Qian lived a very frugal life, busy dealing with the internal affairs of the Spirit Clan. She wanted to establish a merchant guild for the Spirit Clan in the Northern Islands to counter the monopoly of outsiders.
She knew very well when to care about face and when not to, so she didn't refuse Ruan Chen's somewhat extravagant gift—because of the consequences brought about by the Great Shaman of the Spirit Clan, Ruan Chen didn't really need to do anything, but he still thought of giving her a new car.
Yan Qian does indeed need it.
"Thanks," Yan Qian didn't say much more. "I'll handle the rest."
Ruan Chen nodded and left, no longer interfering in the affairs of the Spirit Clan.
"Sis, my car is broken too, and I want a new one. I still drove the company car here today." Fu Jianzhi didn't know what was wrong with him. It seemed like he wanted to ask Ruan Chen for something, or make Ruan Chen owe him something.
How could Ruan Chen not understand Fu Jianzhi's little scheme?
She walked towards her car, casually pulled a string of beads from her wrist and tossed it into Fu Jianzhi's arms, saying, "It's made of rosewood, that's a good deal."
Ruan Chen doesn't like wooden beads, no matter how expensive they are.
At that time, Ye Zishi dragged her to a jewelry exhibition and insisted that she pick one, so Ruan Chen just picked a lightweight one at random.
Fu Jianzhi was surprised that Ruan Chen had this trick up her sleeve. She took the bead, which still carried Ruan Chen's body heat, and was momentarily stunned, rubbing it in her hand.
It wasn't until Ruan Chen's car disappeared into the night that Fu Jianzhi came to his senses and carefully put the string of rosewood beads on his wrist.
It was a bit small, but Fu Jianzhi actually enjoyed the feeling of this subtle constraint.
Fu Jianzhi squinted his eyes in ecstasy, not in a hurry to start the car and leave. Instead, he leaned back in the car seat, enjoying the night sea breeze, and subconsciously brought his wrist to his nose, carefully inhaling the unique fragrance of the wood.
Then he saw his reflection in the rearview mirror.
He's like a complete psychopath.
Fu Jianzhi was startled and quickly lowered his hand, surprised that he could be so greasy.
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Ruan Chen stayed in the Northern Islands for a while, waiting for the replication of the frequency band fluctuations of the technical screen to finish. The frequency band fluctuations of the technical screen contain a lot of information, and it took a week to replicate 80%.
While waiting, I'll also finalize the details of investing in Lingtian Culture Media Co., Ltd.
This company is entirely under her name and has no connection with the Ruan Group. Ruan Chen does not want other Chinese chambers of commerce or groups to get involved in this matter. She knows that once these people get involved, they will eventually turn this company into a Chinese enterprise.
That's not what Ruan Chen wanted.
In addition, she also communicated her ideas with the research institute and released the first half of the band.
The current technical challenge is how to insert this band into China's shielding array. The underlying data of the shielding array is a whole megabyte, and filtering out the wave characteristics of the shielding array and then replacing it with the data from the technical filter is a huge workload.
Ruan Chen was too lazy to get involved in these matters.
She was in a hurry to deal with Lingtian Culture Media's affairs. Even Yan Qian didn't understand why Ruan Chen cared so much about a small company that was just starting out, since she didn't lack that little bit of money.
On the tenth day after Ruan Chen arrived in the Northern Islands, he personally drove to the airport to pick up people, and also took the opportunity to drag Lin Fengzi, who was busy all day long, out of the airport.
"My little ancestor, do you know how busy I am every day?" Lin Fengzi complained with dark circles under her eyes. "When I ask you what's wrong, you're so mysterious and won't tell me. Do you know how many locals are still queuing up at the free clinic window? Where did you bring me? Oh, it's the airport. Tell me, my ancestor, which one is your research result? I'm leaving after I've finished showing off."
Ruan Chen pointed in a direction out the window.
Lin Fengzi suddenly shut her mouth.
The group consisted of three people: Mu Xiangrong, Bai Jiaojiao, and Songcheng.
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