Chapter 248: Chapter 247: The One Who Will Kill You (Please Subscribe)
[Soul Shifting Technique: Perfection (cannot be upgraded), Traits: Soul Capture Level 4, Soul Shifting Level 2]
[Soul Capture: Active Skill, upon activation, consumes a small amount of spiritual power to confuse the enemy. The greater the difference in spiritual power between the two parties, the higher the success rate. When the difference exceeds twice, the success rate reaches 100%. Each level upgrade doubles the duration.]
[Soul Shifting: Active Skill, upon activation, consumes a certain amount of spiritual power to control the opponent’s mind, making them a puppet of the caster. The greater the difference in spiritual power between the two parties, the longer the control lasts. If the difference exceeds tenfold, it can permanently alter the opponent’s mind. Each level upgrade doubles the effect.]
The Soul Shifting Technique at the Perfection Realm has unlocked only two traits, both related to mind control.
The former can only control for a short time, but the latter can completely alter a person’s mind, similar to Guan Dehua’s mind control.
The description of Soul Shifting also includes an additional note.
If the difference in spiritual power between the two parties exceeds tenfold, it can permanently alter the opponent’s mind!
Chen Fan looked at the person before him.
Without a doubt, this person had committed unforgivable sins, even dismembering him would be merciful.
But the more detestable one was still the Black Demon Sect behind him.
Therefore, he planned to make this guy his insider and infiltrate him into the Black Demon Sect.
First, let him provide the whereabouts of other small teams sent by the sect.
Once his strength was sufficient, he would storm into their lair and wipe them out in one go.
It would both eliminate a plague for the people and yield a large amount of experience points.
"Look into my eyes."
Peng Song, upon hearing this, raised his head in a daze and met Chen Fan’s gaze.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Until Chen Fan snapped his fingers.
Peng Song’s body trembled, his previously bewildered eyes clearing up.
He looked around first, frowning, seemingly confused about the situation.
But when his gaze fell on a nearby corpse, his pupils widened in shock.
"Still don’t understand the situation before you?"
A cold voice echoed.
"If you don’t honestly confess who you are, that person will be your fate." Chen Fan said slowly.
"You!"
Peng Song’s memories flooded back as he saw Chen Fan.
He remembered.
At that time, he had encountered this masked man while with a few companions, intending to kill him to silence him, but ended up getting counterattacked.
Helpless, he had to abandon his companions and flee, but who would have thought he’d still be hunted down.
"Speak, who exactly are you people." Chen Fan pressed again.
"Humph!"
Peng Song snorted coldly, hatred surging in his heart.
"Dream on if you want to know our identity!"
With that, he burned his Essence Blood again and vanished on the spot.
Did the Soul Shifting fail?
Chen Fan smiled faintly.
Impossible.
The Soul Shifting Technique could completely alter a person’s mind, making them his puppet.
But doing so would make the person’s behavior change too drastically, surely arousing suspicion.
In such a case, it would be a small matter if this pawn died; if those people traced back to him, it would be awkward.
Therefore, he only made minor adjustments in the opponent’s mind.
One, he was not allowed to kill. If the thought of killing appeared in his mind, he would suffer from splitting headaches.
Two, if he gained information about the whereabouts of other small teams from the Black Demon Sect, he would immediately report it to Chen Fan.
Lastly, if anyone detected something wrong and tried to trace back to Chen Fan through him, he would immediately commit suicide.
In this way, the risk of exposure was minimized.
Otherwise, all this effort would be wasted.
"Still about 350,000 experience points left, time to head back." Chen Fan smiled.
Once back, he could fully cultivate the techniques he had.
Not only that, he could also purchase secret manuals like [Emperor’s Qi Observation Skill] and [Undying Seal Technique] for further enhancement.
He could also merge the pill formula for True Qi Pills.
With all this done, his strength would soar to a new height.
Rescuing Sister Meng Yu would be a piece of cake.
"Right." A thought flashed through his mind.
If he rescued Sister Meng Yu, tracking down these evil cultists would become much easier.
He was just worried about whether Sister Meng Yu, in her current state, could carry out these tasks.
If not, then so be it.
With a swift movement, he headed towards Anshan City.
After sprinting hundreds of miles, the outline of Anshan City finally appeared.
Just as he planned to enter the city straightforwardly, he recalled the spies watching him when he left the city gate in the morning.
"Forget it, let’s deal with that Lu guy first." Chen Fan thought.
The people from the business firm were like a toad sitting on one’s foot—annoying though not biting.
Finishing them off early would save trouble and avenge Uncle Zhang.
As for acting so boldly in broad daylight, would it be too reckless?
No need to worry, for he could change his appearance and shrink his bones.
Storing his weapon in his space items, with a series of cracking sounds, Chen Fan transformed into a tall and sturdy man, about 6’2", and headed towards the stronghold’s walls.
At that moment, in the back hall of the business firm.
Four or five figures sat on chairs, discussing something.
Lu Yang was among them, frowning, looking extremely troubled.
"What a pity." A man on the right side angrily slapped his chair and said, "We’ve waited for almost two days, and that masked guy finally came out, but we couldn’t get through to Qin Ye. What the hell is this?"
"Yeah, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Who knows how long it’ll be before the next chance."
"Qin Ye seems to have left Anshan City, right? With Lord Guan." When these words were spoken, the room fell silent immediately.
"Yeah, I heard they left early in the morning, creating quite a commotion. By now, it should’ve been a day and a half, why aren’t they back yet?"
"Brother Lu, do you know what happened?" All eyes turned towards Lu Yang.
"How would I know?" Lu Yang shook his head.
Honestly, if it weren’t for the spy informing him that the masked person from the Martial Arts Association had come out, he wouldn’t have wanted to contact Qin Ye.
Because last time, after Sun Wei’s interference, Qin Ye failed to succeed and vented all his anger on him upon return.
He complained that the Awakeners had invested so many resources into the business firm, yet they couldn’t handle one person. What use were they?
If this happened again, he would lose his position as the manager and be demoted to a caravan leader, delivering goods—a tough job with no perks.
The few exchanged glances and continued their curses.
"It’s all that masked bastard’s fault, why isn’t he dead yet?"
"Yeah, we almost got him last time. If it weren’t for Sun Wei intervening, that kid would have been dead meat."
"Don’t worry, that guy won’t live long."
"Tap, tap."
Footsteps echoed.
"Who’s there?"
Everyone exclaimed, looking towards the door.
A burly man with a gleaming long knife appeared in the doorway.
"Who... who are you?" Lu Yang frowned.
He felt a strange familiarity with the man before him but was certain they had never met.
Chen Fan remained silent, glaring coldly as if looking at a dead man.
"Audacious!" A man sprang up, drew a long knife from his waist, and said fiercely, "Didn’t you hear Brother Lu asking you? Are you deaf or dumb?"
"Speak, who are you, and how did you find this place?"
"Speak up!" The others drew their weapons, fixing their gazes on Chen Fan.
In their eyes, though his arrival was strange, their attention had been on their conversation. Not noticing someone approaching was understandable.
Fortunately, they outnumbered him, and this was their territory. Why fear one person?
"The one to take your lives." Chen Fan sneered.
"What arrogance!"
"Courting death!"
The rest charged at Chen Fan in fury.
Chen Fan stood still, swinging his long knife several times. Several one-meter-long white sword qis roared in various directions.
"Splat!"
"Splat!"
From a few meters away, martial artists were bisected by the sword qi, blood gushing like a fountain, filling the back hall with a bloody stench.
With a thud, Lu Yang, who was sitting, collapsed to the ground, trembling, "A... A Meridian Refining Martial Artist?"
"Correct." Chen Fan approached him with his knife, "But no prize."
"Don’t... don’t kill me!" Lu Yang was scared senseless, unable even to stand, let alone escape.
"We don’t know each other," Lu Yang begged, "I don’t think I’ve wronged you. Please, spare me. I’ll give you whatever you want."
He dared not speak loudly, knowing this man could kill him with one strike.
Even if his cries drew outside attention, they’d be useless. Better to cooperate in hope for survival.
"Did nothing wrong to me?"
Chen Fan sneered and struck his chest with a palm.
"Gah!"
Lu Yang spat blood, his face white as a sheet, eyes wide with shock.
He thought he was dead, yet still lived.
A deep sense of unease filled his heart.
"W... What do you want?" he asked in terror.
"You’ll see soon." said Chen Fan, knocking him out with another palm strike.