Chapter 5

In the Charm Control Continent, there exists a special life form called a Spirit!

The Spirit is a unique life form composed of energy and soul. It exists in various places across the Charm Control Continent, especially in remote areas. Because the Spirit is made of energy and soul, it serves as an excellent supplement for martial artists to accelerate their cultivation. Absorbing a Spirit completely can greatly enhance a martial artist's soul and qi. If one can absorb a high-level Spirit, it might even lead to a few rank advancements. Of course, the prerequisite is that you can absorb it; otherwise, the soul and energy shock could cause you to explode and die.

Due to the Spirit's ability to enhance martial artists' strength, people on the continent are crazily pursuing it. Countless people have spent all their wealth just to obtain a Spirit, and countless others have died at the hands of Spirits while trying to capture them.

If an eighth-rank Spirit appears, even martial artists of the Martial Lord level would mobilize to fiercely compete for it. This can give you an idea of how highly Spirits are regarded by martial artists.

Because of this, there is a peculiar profession that countless people aspire to and envy, which is the Soul Capturer.

Spirits are extremely dangerous life forms because they are entirely composed of energy, making them very difficult to capture. Even if your strength is two ranks higher, you might not be able to handle it, which is why Spirits are highly valued but rarely traded.

However, Soul Capturers are different. They can capture Spirits that are of a higher rank than themselves. Imagine, given the status of Spirits in the hearts of martial artists, how much envy and jealousy such a profession would generate. Moreover, the destructive power of Soul Capturers is also extremely terrifying, acting directly on the spirit.

Furthermore, Soul Capturers can provide themselves with the energy and soul of Spirits for cultivation, making their cultivation speed much faster than others. However, the requirements to become a Soul Capturer are extremely high, leaving countless people sighing in despair.

The rank, strength, and intelligence of a Spirit are directly proportional. A fourth-rank Spirit already possesses a certain level of intelligence, at which point it is called a Charm.

Seeing the man on the ground rolling and wailing in pain, Yifeng immediately understood that the man had been backfired by forcibly absorbing the energy of a Charm. A sneer appeared on his lips.

Without sufficient soul power, he actually tried to absorb the energy of a Charm to enhance his martial qi. It's no wonder he was backfired. People who are too greedy will suffer the consequences.

Yikaimu looked at the red energy continuously emanating from the man's body and also realized that he had been backfired by the Charm's energy. Although he was puzzled about how the Zuo family's young man had obtained such a rare Charm, he was also secretly anxious. After all, no one should die at his banquet, especially on his birthday.

"Brother, you are the strongest here. Can you help the Zuo family's young man suppress the Charm's backlash?" Yikaimu said anxiously to Branche.

Branche shook his head and said, "You know, with our strength, suppressing him is not a problem, but you also know that this energy is far beyond his capacity. If we force it into his body, the Charm's violent energy will only kill him more thoroughly. We can only let this energy dissipate outside his body."

Although Yikaimu understood this, he could not just watch the man die at his banquet, especially on his birthday.

Seeing the Zuo family's young man's wailing becoming weaker, some people were secretly anxious, while others were gloating. Yifeng pretended to be troubled and shook his head: Well, although I don't want to act, who can blame me for being a kind person? Of course, one reason is that I fear it would be inauspicious if he died in my house, but that is absolutely, one hundred percent not the main reason. Don't believe me? I swear by the name of the God of Cakes that the main reason is that I am too kind.

Yifeng praised himself inwardly. With Yikaimu's face turning green, he took a step forward, and under everyone's puzzled gazes, he squatted down. With a wave of his hand, several golden needles appeared, and he fiercely stabbed them into the Zuo family's young man.

"Rebel... What are you doing..." Yikaimu was furious at Yifeng's actions, wishing he could drag the troublemaker out and kill him.

However, Yifeng's fluid movements, as he inserted the golden needles into the Zuo family's young man, made everyone, including Yikaimu, exclaim in surprise: "Golden Needle Acupuncture?"

Heaven! Golden Needle Acupuncture? How is this possible? How could this young man know Golden Needle Acupuncture? Although it is not an ultimate technique, the number of people who understand and can use it is very few. In the medical field, they are highly respected figures. How could it appear in the hands of a young man who hasn't even grown a beard?

Everyone's eyes widened as they stared intently at the golden needles inserted into the Zuo family's young man. Seeing the needles standing still on his body, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man's technique was very similar to Golden Needle Acupuncture, but it was not the same. True Golden Needle Acupuncture involves rotating needles that can even change position on their own. However, the young man's needles were standing still.

Upon realizing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although this was still impressive, it was far from Golden Needle Acupuncture. On the continent, many people could achieve what the young man just did.

Branche also breathed a sigh of relief. If a young man knew Golden Needle Acupuncture, it would be hard to accept, and few people could accept such a fact.

However, Yifeng, looking at the Zuo family's young man, felt a bit puzzled: How does this young man have the aura of 'Heaven's Reversal'? Oh, right, Father just called him the Zuo family's young man. No wonder! Ha, if Heaven's Reversal knew I saved this young man, he would probably faint. Well, to prevent him from seeking revenge, I'll help you out.

With that thought, Yifeng lightly patted the Zuo family's young man on the shoulder twice and then disappeared.

"Ah..." A cry of pain brought everyone's attention back, and they all turned their gaze to the Zuo family's young man.

At this moment, everyone noticed that the red energy was leaking from the points where the golden needles were inserted, and the Zuo family's young man's pain was gradually subsiding.

Branche and the others could see that the leaking energy was from the Charm. While they marveled at the Zuo family's young man's good fortune, they also felt more puzzled about Yifeng.

Yifeng, the youngest son, is not simple. From what just happened, his medical skills are not low. Although low-level healers are not highly respected, high-level healers are even more respected than high-level martial artists. After all, who wouldn't want to be on good terms with someone who could save their life in the future? However, becoming a high-level healer is extremely difficult, and most people can only remain at the low-level stage for their entire lives.

From what just happened, Yifeng seems to have the potential to become a high-level healer. If he can become a high-level healer, even martial artists would be willing to serve him. Thinking of this, Yifeng's mother's face lit up with a smile.

In contrast, Yikaimu was not impressed. High-level healers are not easy to achieve; otherwise, there would be many more of them. In this world, strength is the guarantee.

If Yifeng knew what Yikaimu was thinking, he would agree: Only true strength is what others fear. The difference between fearing your helper and fearing you is fundamental. Therefore, martial artists are the mainstream on this continent.

Seeing that the Zuo family's young man's energy had mostly dissipated and his pain had subsided, Yikaimu finally remembered his youngest son who had been missing for five years.

When he turned to look for him, he found that Qin Yi and Yifeng were already gone.

A surge of anger rose in Yikaimu's heart. He grunted: I must find out what this young man has been doing for the past five years!

"Go, bring your brother here. Tell him I need to see him." Yikaimu said to Yiliu, who had a sullen face.

...

"Come out. Your tracking skills are really not good." Yifeng did not expect that someone had been following him and Qin Yi since they left the house. Yifeng told Qin Yi that he had something to do and asked her to wait for him in the courtyard.

The person following them did not expect to be discovered. After a moment of surprise, he finally stepped out from a corner.

"Kid, not bad. You actually noticed me. You're not entirely useless." The man was not old, about twenty-five years old, with a face that showed surprise but also disdain.

"Hehe, really? Then I wonder why you were following this useless kid. Could it be that you have a pretty sister to introduce to me?" Yifeng teased, smiling at the man.

"Kid, you're asking for death." The man's eyes flashed with cold light, and he glared at Yifeng, snarling.

"Ask for death? That's only if you have the ability." Yifeng's eyes turned cold, and he looked at the man with disdain.

"Ha ha..." The man laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke. With his strength, being disdained by a useless kid was a great insult.

"Hey, your laugh is really unpleasant. But, hmm, it sounds a bit like a eunuch's voice. Actually, it's a waste that you didn't become a transvestite." Yifeng looked at the man with regret.

Yifeng didn't need to think: This person was definitely sent by Albert to cause trouble. After all, he had just returned and only offended Albert.

"Kid, you're asking for death." The man finally couldn't hold back, his face turning iron gray. He waved his hand, gathering martial qi in his palm, and transformed his hand into a sword, attacking fiercely.

Kid, you're going to die. Dying at my hands, you're somewhat lucky. In this city, there are few who can make me act.

Yifeng glanced at him, his steps light, and the sword-like palm passed by his side.

The man looked at Yifeng in surprise, not expecting him to dodge his palm.

"You kid, you have some luck."

The man grunted, not believing Yifeng was that strong. The most outstanding person in the small city, Yiliu, was not his match, let alone Yiliu's younger brother.

The man's hand changed direction and slashed at Yifeng again.

Yifeng dodged.

Attack again.

Dodge again.

Continue attacking.

Continue dodging.

...

Breathing heavily, the man finally realized that Yifeng had been toying with him from the start. He was not Yifeng's match, and it was laughable that he had thought he could easily teach Yifeng a lesson.

Looking at the elegant Yifeng standing before him, he repeatedly shouted in his heart: Impossible, impossible, this kid is so young. How could he be stronger than me? He must have cheated, he must have.

"You're done playing, right? Now it's my turn." Yifeng smiled, his figure suddenly moving. The man, still in disbelief, didn't even try to dodge, and a palm lightly struck his chest.

"Spit..."

The man spat out a mouthful of blood, his face full of shock, finally believing that the young man before him was indeed stronger, even stronger than his so-called genius brother.

"Huh, still not closing your eyes? Let me help you. It's late, time to sleep. Be a good boy..." Yifeng stepped forward, lightly stepping on the man, his tone gentle.

"Spit..."

Another mouthful of blood, the man finally closed his eyes, his last thought: So, this kid was just pretending to be weak all along...

Yifeng looked at the lifeless man and grunted: Just a first-rank person, coming to cause trouble. Do you really think I've been wasting my time for the past five years? But, you're unlucky. If I didn't want to reveal my strength, I could have spared your life.

Yifeng looked at the blood on his shoe, frowning in dissatisfaction: Damn, he even dirtied my shoes.

Yifeng wiped his shoes on the man's clothes, muttering in dissatisfaction: Qin Yi is waiting for me in the courtyard. It's all your fault, you bastard.

...

"Ah, isn't this Albert's guard? How did he die?" Not long after Yifeng left, a shocked voice suddenly rang out.

"Yes, he has the strength of a sixth-rank person. In this small city, he could walk around without fear. Who could have killed him?" More shocked voices followed.

It seemed that this man was a significant presence in the small city. However, Yifeng was unaware of this, and even if he knew, he would have killed him anyway.

Since Qin Yi was attacked, he hated being followed the most. It reminded him of his hatred.