Chapter 80

"That is excellent."

A trace of a smile seemed to appear on Duan Yanqing's stiff face, which was difficult to express emotion with.

"Little friend, sit cross-legged before me, and I will transmit my internal energy to you now."

Duan Yanqing prepared to strike while the iron was hot.

"Let me do it myself, Senior."

Zhang Jie smiled, his hands moved, and a suction force appeared out of thin air,

pulling Duan Yanqing's hands up to face his own palms.

Although Duan Yanqing had now abandoned all resistance,

Zhang Jie would not place his own vulnerable side in front of him.

Duan Yanqing did not mind Zhang Jie's vigilance; or rather, he appreciated it even more:

Walking the Jianghu, those who aren't cautious are already keeping company with rats in the gutters!

It was just that he was somewhat curious about how Zhang Jie would obtain his internal energy like this.

Thinking that this was Zhang Jie's secret, he did not get to the bottom of it:

"Little friend, proceed as you wish."

"Crown Prince Yanqing, I am being impolite."

Zhang Jie offered an apology.

He immediately circulated the North Dark Divine Art, and a powerful suction force appeared at the Shaoshang acupoints of his palms.

"Ugh!"

Duan Yanqing suddenly discovered that his internal energy was like floodwater from an opened sluice,

flowing from his dantian and the eight extraordinary meridians into Zhang Jie's Shaoshang acupoints.

Duan Yanqing subconsciously wanted to stop it, but he was horrified to discover that

the suction force coming from Zhang Jie's Shaoshang acupoints was growing stronger and stronger,

and had already "stuck" to him; he simply could not break free!

'Demonic Art! This is a Demonic Art!'

Duan Yanqing roared in his heart.

What else could a martial art that could forcibly seize another's internal energy be if not a Demonic Art?

Ordinary martial artists toil for decades, only to encounter this Demonic Art and become someone else's property in an instant!

Bitterly hating the years spent pressing gold thread, only to make wedding clothes for others!

Seeing Duan Yanqing resist, which was already affecting the efficiency of the energy absorption, Zhang Jie frowned:

"Crown Prince Yanqing, do you intend to go back on your word?"

Duan Yanqing shuddered upon hearing this; with his rich Jianghu experience, he instantly understood Zhang Jie's meaning:

'Duan Yanqing, you wouldn't want the news that Duan Yu is not Duan Zhengchun's biological son to spread, would you?'

"Forget about what Demonic Art or not, I'm already going to die today, why bother with these things?

Now, the most important thing for me is to pave the way for my son."

Duan Yanqing instantly cast the matter of Zhang Jie practicing a Demonic Art to the back of his mind and began to cooperate with Zhang Jie.

"Hmm."

With Duan Yanqing's cooperation, Zhang Jie, whose energy absorption efficiency had increased, nodded with satisfaction.

In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Zhang Jie had drained Duan Yanqing dry.

At this moment, Duan Yanqing could no longer speak.

After all, his ventriloquism was ultimately driven by internal energy.

He could only look at Zhang Jie with hopeful eyes, wishing that Zhang Jie would not break his promise.

"Crown Prince Yanqing, go in peace."

Zhang Jie gave Duan Yanqing a look of affirmation,

then waved his hand to stroke Duan Yanqing's head,

and an invisible force instantly shattered his brain,

sending him to the Pure Land before he could feel any pain.

After sending Duan Yanqing off, Zhang Jie continued to meditate and refine the internal energy.

As Zhang Jie circulated his energy, a vortex covering several meters in radius appeared around him.

Whoosh, whoosh~

A miniature storm appeared with him as the center, and the candles in the quiet room flickered unsteadily in the wind.

Sizzle, sizzle.

As the vortex around Zhang Jie grew larger, the storm also grew larger,

all the candles were extinguished, and the entire quiet room plunged into darkness.

"Breathing! Breathing!"

For a time, it was as if a primordial beast from the ancient wilderness was coiled in the quiet room.

……

Several hours later, Zhang Jie opened his eyes, which were clearly defined in black and white,

and a visible gleam flashed in his eyes and then vanished.

The quiet room was pitch black, unable to see one's own fingers,

but in Zhang Jie's eyes at this moment, it was as bright as day, with every detail visible.

The extinguished candles, the dust in the air,

and Duan Yanqing's corpse on the ground, which was beginning to turn pale, were all taken in by his eyes.

"This time I've increased my internal energy by twenty years; not bad at all."

Zhang Jie in the darkness nodded with satisfaction.

With this, his internal energy was already approaching one and a half cycles of sixty years,

making it worth the effort he spent plotting against the Four Great Evils and agreeing to Duan Yanqing's conditions.

If Duan Yanqing had resisted with all his might, he probably would have only obtained ten years of internal energy.

Sizzle~

Zhang Jie flicked his finger, and all the extinguished candles in the quiet room were lit.

He rose leisurely and carried Duan Yanqing's corpse out of the quiet room.

"Junior Uncle."

As soon as Zhang Jie exited the quiet room, Fan Bailing and the others, who had been waiting outside, came up to meet him.

"Junior Brother, I didn't expect that we old fellows would only be down the mountain for a few days, and you would have already captured the Four Great Evils alive."

Su Xinghe stroked his beard and exclaimed in admiration.

Because Zhang Jie was worried that the Eight Friends of Hangu and others were on the mountain, and Duan Yanqing and his group would not dare to come up,

he had casually found an excuse to send them down the mountain.

After all, the Eight Friends of Hangu were second-rate experts, no matter how you looked at it.

Even Duan Yanqing, who was a first-rate expert, would not be willing to accept a siege by eight second-rate experts.

Only Ding Chunqiu, who was skilled in using poison, would not fear being besieged by people with lower internal energy than himself.

Only Fan Bailing, who was obsessed with chess, refused to go down the mountain no matter what,

wanting to serve by the side of his Junior Uncle, the Sect Leader, whose chess skills were superb.

Zhang Jie thought it was too boring to be alone on the mountain, so he kept him to play chess every day to relieve his boredom.

After achieving his goal and capturing the Four Great Evils alive, he had Fan Bailing send a message by carrier pigeon to have Su Xinghe and the others return to the mountain.

"Just a few small characters."

Zhang Jie said dismissively.

Fan Bailing and the others couldn't help but smile bitterly upon hearing this; even major sects like Shaolin

and Kongdong would have to face the Four Great Evils as if facing a formidable enemy.

The Four Great Evils had been doing evil for many years and had not yet been brought to justice; his skills went without saying,

it was just that only their Junior Uncle, the Sect Leader, would not take the Four Great Evils seriously.

"Asan, please bury Crown Prince Yanqing."

Zhang Jie handed Duan Yanqing's corpse to Feng Asan.

Feng Asan was a thin, tall, middle-aged man with a dull look in his eyes;

he was nicknamed "Clever Craftsman" and was skilled in mechanisms and stonework; Wuyazi's tomb was designed and built by him.

"It is no hardship to work for Junior Uncle, the Sect Leader.

I, your nephew, will bury Crown Prince Yanqing properly."

Feng Asan took Duan Yanqing's corpse and replied respectfully.

"To think that a generation of Dali's crown prince would end up in such a state."

Su Xinghe looked at Duan Yanqing's corpse and sighed endlessly.

After he returned, he had already learned of Duan Yanqing's identity from Fan Bailing.

Yue Laosan, who was mixed in the crowd of the Xiaoyao Sect, also had a complex look in his eyes.

Although he didn't have much affection for Duan Yanqing,

Duan Yanqing had been his big brother for so many years and had protected him for many years.

Now that his big brother had ended up in such a state, he still felt a bit sad.

"Junior Uncle, how should Ye Erniang and the others be dealt with?"

Fan Bailing, who felt nothing but disgust for the heinous Duan Yanqing and his group, asked.

"Ye Erniang, huh."

Zhang Jie fell into deep thought upon hearing this.

Compared to Duan Yanqing, Ye Erniang's crimes were even more unforgivable.

Although Duan Yanqing was called "Heinous," and had committed the evil act of exterminating entire families,

he was only retaliating against the enemies who had participated in the Dali coup and persecuted him in the past.

The Confucian "Gongyang Zhuan, Year 4 of Duke Zhuang" states:

"Can one take revenge after nine generations? Even a hundred generations is fine."

Ye Erniang, however, was truly "evil in every way," just as her name suggested.

Although she only ranked second among the Four Great Evils, her crimes ranked first:

She specialized in targeting families with infants, stealing other people's babies,

playing with them for fun, and after getting bored, either killing the child,

or giving them to strangers who had no blood relation to the child.

Over the years, the number of infants who died at her hands reached into the thousands!

Countless families were broken and torn apart because of her!

Countless people hated her so much that their teeth itched, wishing they could drink her blood and eat her flesh!