Seeing his sincere attitude, Murong Fulan originally planned to make him his own experimental subject, and it was okay to explain to him what he needed to do to practice the Soul-Eating Technique.
So Murong Fulan walked to the meditating futon and sat down, and said slowly: "To practice the soul-eating technique, you must absorb the souls of a hundred people, and it must be the souls of strong men."
"Every time you absorb ten, your skill will increase by one level. When you absorb a hundred, you will be completely transformed. A big change will occur in your life, and you will be at least ten years younger."
Zhu Feng listened to Murong Fulan's words carefully and couldn't help but feel horrified by her current staff.
According to the cultivation method he said, he could absorb the souls of no less than five hundred people.
But being able to increase mana in a short period of time, Zhu Feng also had a strong interest in the soul-eating technique he mentioned at this time, and did not care how many souls were needed to support it.
Zhu Feng, who was kneeling on the ground, quickly kowtowed three times: "This disciple just wants to improve his cultivation in a short period of time. He doesn't care how many souls are needed. Please ask the Patriarch to help you."
What Zhu Feng didn't know was that these words were prepared by Murong Fulan in advance, using the power of the soul-eating technique to blindly believe them.
After saying that, Murong Fulan took out a pill from his arms, flicked his finger, and quickly shot it away.
Zhu Feng quickly took the pill: "Ancestor, what is this pill?"
Murong Fulan looked at Zhu Feng with sharp eyes and said: "This pill is refined from the souls of ten people. After swallowing it, you can use your power to refine the pill immediately, and you will immediately know how powerful the soul-eating technique is."
At this time, Zhu Feng, who was overwhelmed by revenge, put the pill in his mouth and swallowed it without thinking.
When the pill enters the mouth, a hot burning sensation fills the entire mouth.
When it fell from the throat, the pill had already begun to take effect. At this time, all the meridians in Zhu Feng's body were burned out by the burning caused by the pill. His body went limp and he collapsed to the ground. His pupils quickly dilated and his seven orifices began to bleed.
At this time, Zhu Feng was still thinking that this pill had such great energy, and he admired Murong Fulan even more.
But what he didn't know was that the pill was actually the poison he had been refining, a poison that was only effective on people from the Central Plains.
The tingling sensation all over his body made Zhu Feng want to speak, but he couldn't. When the pill entered his Dantian, a huge pain caused Zhu Feng to faint on the spot.
Murong Fulan looked at the young man in front of him, who was completely unprepared for him, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He took out another pill from his arms and walked over, stuffed the pill into Zhu Feng's mouth, then used his right hand to move his hands and quickly slapped his Tianling Gai, and the pill immediately entered his stomach.
Then his fingers touched the Tiantu point, Shenzang point, Huagai point, Abdominal point and Qihai point on Zhu Feng's chest to speed up the decomposition of the medicine after swallowing the pills.
After about ten minutes, Zhu Feng slowly opened his eyes, moved his fingers slightly, and found that the pain all over his body had disappeared.
After a few more minutes, Zhu Feng found that all the muscles in his body could be controlled freely. He sat up slowly without any problems. He quickly checked his condition with his exercises and found that his magic power had indeed increased a lot. He was very happy.
At the same time, due to the obsession, the changes in the body disappeared and returned to its original appearance.
What's a little embarrassing is that the clothes have turned into rags. Only one important place has not been torn, and the other places have turned into strips of cotton.
Murong Fulan was sitting on the futon with his eyes closed, meditating. Zhu Feng immediately took two steps forward and knelt in front of him: "Thank you, Master, for giving me the medicine. I feel that my magic power has improved a lot now.
Murong Fulan slowly opened his eyes, a little surprised in his heart. He did not expect that Zhu Feng could wake up in such a short period of time. When Maritis swallowed the first pill, she fell asleep for a whole day and night.
Wake up.
Zhu Feng in front of him only took ten minutes to repair all the meridians in his body. A smile appeared on Murong Fulan's face: "I said I would let you increase your magic power in a short time. Do you believe it now?"
Zhu Feng was very happy and said with a smile on his face: "Disciple has never doubted the founder, but there is something unclear about the disciple?"
Murong Fulan frowned: Did he realize that the pills he swallowed were poison?
"If you don't understand something, just ask."
After Zhu Feng felt that his magic power had greatly improved, he had a question, that is, why did he help him before he made any request to himself?
Zhu Feng said softly: "I wonder what Patriarch wants to help me?"
Upon hearing this, Murong Fulan dispelled the doubts in his heart, so he found a reason and said: "Ten years ago, I fought against five major families in the Central Plains, and one of them, a mage named Murphy, severely injured me."
"I found that you have excellent bones and are very suitable for practicing the soul-eating technique. My only request to you is that after you have mastered it, you can return to the Central Plains and help me kill all the descendants of the five major families."
When Zhu Feng heard this, he felt nervous: Fortunately, he did not reveal his life experience. During the war, his father was also involved.
Zhu Feng did not reveal his inner thoughts and said solemnly: "This disciple also has this intention. When I learn the soul-stirring technique, I will definitely kill all the descendants of the five major families on behalf of the master."
Perhaps because he was blinded by revenge, he believed Murong Fulan's casual words as true.
Never thought that with his current strength, how could he take the descendants of the five major families in his eyes?
What's more, the descendants of the five major families now are far inferior to the heads of the families back then.
The reason why Murong Fulan asked him to increase his magic power in such a short period of time was so that he could better withstand the poison he had researched next time.
If he is not allowed to increase his magic power, he will most likely die the next time he tries the medicine. Murong Fulan does not want to lose such a good experimental subject.
Murong Fulan sat meditating on the futon and said with an inscrutable look: "What you have to do now is to go outside and collect the souls of ten strong men and bring them back, and I will teach you how to refine them."
Zhu Feng immediately said: "Okay Patriarch, my disciple will go now."
After saying this, Zhu Feng immediately turned around and was about to walk out. Murong Fulan immediately stopped him and said, "Do you know how to collect the soul?"
When he asked this question, Zhu Feng froze on the spot. He really didn't know how to collect people's souls.
Murong Fulan stood up and walked into the cave. On a stone table was a crystal clear bottle, as big as two fingers, with green light emitting from the whole body.
He picked up the bottle and walked outside the cave, with a smile that couldn't be concealed on his face. He only needed to use this bottle to collect the souls of fifty people, and his plan would be complete.