Sovereign’s Great Path

Looking at the determined white haired old man in front of him, Teng Yan laughed evilly from the bottom of his heart.    

I'm not afraid of you threatening me, but I'm afraid that you won't open your mouth.    

"You don't want this?" Following that, Teng Yan's weak voice sounded out. Looking at the white-haired old man, Teng Yan had a trace of awkwardness on his face.    

"What?"    

Teng Yan's words startled the white-haired old man, Zi Ling and Zi Yue.    

She looked at Teng Yan with stunned eyes.    

Never did they expect that Teng Yan would still refuse.    

'Bang! '    

The City Guards fell to the ground powerlessly.    

His eyes were lifeless.    

"So it's like that. The Mayor really isn't willing to accept this old man as a disciple. I just said something I shouldn't have said." He kept blaming himself in his heart, blaming himself for making such a suggestion.    

"You!"    

The white-haired elder, however, was furious.    

"If I don't take you in as my disciple, you will kill me. If I accept you as my disciple, you will still kill me. If that's the case, then why did I take you in as my disciple? When the time comes, I will also give you an additional crime of deceiving Master, which I think is better not to. " Teng Yan said in embarrassment.    

"What?"    

Teng Yan's words caused everyone to be shocked.    

Would he be killed if he didn't accept?    

Would they accept it or would they be killed?    

What was going on?    

"What do you mean?" The white-haired old man looked at Teng Yan and asked, "When did I say that I would kill you after you took me as your disciple? Who do you think I am? Would I do something like bullying my master to exterminate the ancestors? "You …"    

"You didn't say." Teng Yan interrupted the old man and said.    

"Then you …" The white-haired old man was stunned.    

"The reason why I say this has nothing to do with you is entirely my own fault. In other words, you simply cannot accept my requirements to enter the sect, and will not accept it. In fact, I will even anger you and have you take action." Without the slightest hesitation, Teng Yan explained again.    

"The requirements to enter the sect?" The old man was surprised: "What condition?"    

"It's better not to say anything more."    

"Speak!"    

The white-haired old man let out an angry shout. His voice was full of threat.    

"You!"    

Teng Yan was furious.    

"Tell me, if you don't tell me, I will kill these two women from the Phantom Shadow Clan." Looking at Teng Yan, the white-haired old man pointed at Zi Ling and Zi Yue and threatened.    

"You're despicable."    

"Then do you want to say it or not?"    

"Swish!"    

As soon as the white-haired old man finished speaking, he flashed and instantly appeared in front of Zi Ling, and made his move. He grabbed Zi Ling by the neck, and from start to finish, Zi Ling didn't even have the chance to resist, he didn't even have the time to react. Clutching Zi Ling's neck, the white haired old man laughed: "Speak!"    

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you, release him first." Teng Yan said anxiously.    

"Humph!"    

The white-haired old man let out a cold snort and let go of Zi Ling.    

"Cough, cough!"    

Zi Ling coughed lightly.    

"Go ahead." The white-haired old man looked at Teng Yan and said directly.    

"You …" Teng Yan gnashed his teeth, then helplessly looked at Zi Ling and Zi Yue before speaking, "The sect rules are that all new disciples must be branded with a soul brand by the sect master. Now that the sect is gone and the sect master is dead, only I am left. If you want to take me as your master, you have to let me brand your soul with a soul mark. Would you agree to such a condition? No one will agree to it. Back then, we were all forced to join the sect. "    

"Eh?"    

Teng Yan's words, however, stunned the white-haired old man.    

'Buzz! Buzz! '    

Zi Ling and Zi Yue's bodies suddenly shook.    

'Shua shua! '    

They looked at each other. They could see a hint of shock in each other's eyes.    

"Boom!"    

Suddenly, both their souls trembled.    

Soul Imprint?    

The two of them instantly thought of a terrifying possibility.    

Teng Yan was deceiving the white-haired old man.    

Teng Yan was a Ranker who was about to control his soul to reach the peak of Void God.    

"Bang, bang, bang!"    

Unable to help it, the two girls' hearts started to beat even faster, and their breathing became unusually hurried.    

"Huhuhu"    

They tried their best to suppress their emotions, not wanting to let this old man see through them.    

Soul Controlling Void God?    

If this old man knew, he would definitely kill Teng Yan instantly.    

"That's it?"    

At this moment, the white-haired old man's stunned voice sounded again.    

"Eh?"    

"Eh?"    

Zi Ling and Zi Yue were both stunned, even a hint of astonishment flashed across Teng Yan's eyes as he looked at the white-haired old man. Then, Teng Yan probed: "Is that it? "This is branding your soul. Your soul is the weakest part of all living creatures …"    

Teng Yan still wanted to say something, but was stopped by the white-haired elder.    

Following which, the white-haired old man looked at Teng Yan and said, "Oh, it's a small matter. Wasn't it just some sort of soul brand? As long as you are willing to take me in as your disciple, and teach me how to refine pills, forget about making some sort of soul brand, even if you beat a soul ring on my soul, it wouldn't be a problem. "    

"Boom!"    

The old man's words caused Teng Yan, Zi Ling and Zi Yue to be shocked.    

Branding soul mark?    

Did the old man sense something?    

A trace of undetected vigilance flashed across Teng Yan's eyes as he looked at the white-haired old man. Then, after thinking for a moment, Teng Yan asked again, "Really?"    

"How can this be fake?" The white-haired old man said with disdain, "Come, come, now you have branded my soul. Haha, but you can't go back on your promise. You are my master, so you must teach me how to refine pills."    

"Weird!"    

Hearing this, the two words in Teng Yan's heart couldn't help but sound out.    

Looking at the white-haired old man, Teng Yan was unsure if he should praise him or look down on him. He was, after all, a Ranker at the pinnacle of Void God, and he was even willing to sell his own soul to learn alchemy? And even fighting soul ring?    

"Why?"    

Suddenly, Teng Yan frowned and asked.    

There must be a reason why he was willing to sell his soul to learn alchemy.    

When the white-haired old man heard this, he was stunned. Looking at Teng Yan, his eyes flashed a sense of loss and astonishment, and he said: "Why what?"    

"You must have a reason for wanting to learn pill refining, right?"    

"Eh?" The white-haired old man was surprised for a moment, then said: "Without a reason, what other reason could there be? There was only one reason. All the races of the universe, trillions and trillions of life forms, all of them had their own goals. "Some people pursue fame, some people pursue strength, some people pursue money. And I just want to become a drug refiner. This is my lifelong goal and will never change."    

"Do we still need a reason?" Following which, the white-haired old man looked at Teng Yan and asked.    

"Eh?"    

In that moment, Teng Yan was stunned.    

Yeah, do I need a reason?    

Everyone's goals were different. This old man only wanted to become a drug refiner.    

Teng Yan could not help but think of Nan Rentong.    

That guy was the same.    

He would sacrifice everything for the sake of refining pills.    

"Alright, this disciple of yours will be accepted by this junior."    

"Great, then hurry up and brand my soul. Afterwards, hurry up and teach me how to refine pills." Tsk tsk, it's been more than ten thousand years, I'm already a little impatient. " He did not look like a Void God who had lived for tens of thousands of years at all, but more like a temperamental child.    

"No need." After thinking for a bit, Teng Yan replied.    

any living being, Teng Yan, would need to inject a bit of soul force into the soul of the other party, and the source soul would also need to control the soul force, making the other party completely loyal to him. But during this period of time, Teng Yan realised that the source soul's control over the people under the control of the soul was growing weaker and weaker, especially after controlling 10,000 City Guards with their souls, the feeling became even more obvious. This made Teng Yan realize that he couldn't control her soul indefinitely. Once the soul control creature reached a certain degree, it would lose its effect.    

This also caused Teng Yan to continuously reflect on one problem.    

Why did he need to control souls?    

Was it because of doubt?    

That's right, for Teng Yan, who had been controlling his soul during this period of time, was only controlling his soul because he felt that he couldn't completely trust them. Whether it was Mo Ying, Flame, or the other eight vice captains of the Zhiyan Regiment, they were all the same.    

But on the other hand, why would they believe him?    

They were willing to follow him, but what they got in return was their suspicion, questions, and soul control?    

Is this fair?    

Just because they weren't human?    

Although Soul Controlling Technique could make the other party absolutely loyal to him, it was definitely a once in a lifetime solution. But, what's the difference between this and controlling a group of walking corpses? Even though they had their own consciousness, their own soul force was controlling theirs.    

If he kept controlling his soul, how would he know who was the true loyal one?    

It was fine now, but as his control over his soul force became weaker and weaker, one day, when the number of souls he could control reached a certain limit, he would no longer be able to control any living creature. What should he do then? Back when he was at the Celestial Star, he did not use his soul control skill in such an ordinary manner, but wasn't it fine as well?    

Therefore, Teng Yan gave up on the idea of controlling the spirit of the white-haired old man.    

Learn to trust.    

"Huh?"    

The white-haired old man cried out in surprise when he heard this.    

"Why?"    

"To tell you the truth, although this young master is a Divine Pharmacist, I do not have a sect, nor do I have any rules to break into the soul brand. Because I don't believe you, this so-called soul brand is actually trying to control your soul. "Now, there's no need." Teng Yan thought for a while and said without holding back.    

"Soul control?"    

The white-haired old man looked at Teng Yan in slight surprise.    

"That's right, it's Soul Controlling Technique."    

"No way!"    

The next second, the white-haired old man's voice rang out.    

"Swish!"    

Then, he immediately grabbed onto Teng Yan's clothes and said: "I want to acknowledge you as my master, and you want to take me as your disciple. Also, you have to control my soul, you have to! "    

His tone was firm and unquestionable!