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This is "Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals," the glory and pride of the Feng family for a century.

However, at this moment, it was like a product placed on a shelf, forced to reveal its core structure to a "customer" of unknown origin. Feng Shayan turned her head away, unable to bear watching her father's lonely figure any longer.

The moment the spirit appeared, Zhou Ye's eyes lit up.

It wasn't that the brightness of his eyes had changed, but rather that the dormant core of the Herrscher of Reason within his sea of ​​consciousness was now operating at an unprecedented speed.

From Feng Zhenghao and Feng Shayan's perspective, Zhou Ye simply watched with interest, like a curious spectator.

But in Zhou Ye's own "vision," the whole world has become something else entirely.

The energy flow trajectory of "Spirit Binding and Commanding", the spiritual link model between Feng Zhenghao and the spirit, the specific frequency fluctuation of Qi when issuing commands... all of these were broken down into countless basic and pure data streams, which, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed into his database.

[Name: Spirit Binding and Commanding (Original Version)]

[Core Principle: Establishing a subordinate link with the spirit through a specific spiritual contract (incantation), and providing it with an anchor point for existence and energy for action in the real world using one's own Qi.]

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[Technical shortcomings: The spiritual contract has low enforceability and carries the risk of being overwritten by a higher-level spiritual entity; it consumes a huge amount of the user's own spiritual power and Qi, resulting in poor endurance; the spiritual form is fixed, making it impossible to effectively utilize its energy essence for form changes.]

[Optimization directions: Construct an absolute contract based on the laws of the soul to reduce mental energy consumption; optimize energy supply methods by guiding free energy in the environment for replenishment; analyze the composition of the spirit body and attempt modular reorganization and functional modification...]

"I see. Binding a spirit through a spiritual contract is more like an employment relationship than absolute control... One's own Qi is more like a power bank than a power plant. It's too inefficient."

Zhou Ye muttered to himself unconsciously, like a programmer examining a piece of ancestral code riddled with bugs.

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached Feng Zhenghao's ears clearly.

Feng Zhenghao was shocked. The other party had only glanced at it a few times, yet had succinctly revealed several of the most critical limitations of "Spirit Binding and Commanding"! These were bottlenecks that the Feng family's ancestors had spent countless efforts trying to overcome without success!

Before he could recover from his shock, Zhou Ye had already extended a finger.

He gently tapped the translucent spirit of the general from a distance.

The next second, a scene that Feng Zhenghao would never forget unfolded.

The previously ethereal and chilling spirit seemed to be infused with boundless vitality and energy, its form solidifying several times over in an instant at a visible speed! The patterns on every blade of its ancient armor became clearly visible, even reflecting the lights of the fast-food restaurant and radiating the cold, hard luster unique to metal. A pressure several times stronger than before erupted from the spirit!

What shocked Feng Zhenghao even more was that he discovered that the spiritual link between him and this spirit was instantly "taken over" by a higher-dimensional and more domineering force! It felt as if he was originally leading a tiger with a fragile rope, while Zhou Ye directly replaced the tiger with a chain made of laws, and... firmly grasped the other end of the chain in his own hand.

He "optimized" my Spirit Control Technique? No, he created a completely new and higher-level Spirit Control Technique based on mine!

Feng Zhenghao stood there dumbfounded, his mind blank.

Zhou Ye withdrew his finger, looking at the imposing general spirit that was almost indistinguishable from a real person, and commented with lingering satisfaction:

"Hmm, the basic technology is not bad, but there are too many areas that can be optimized, and it has a high degree of potential."

He waved his hand, and the powerful general's spirit instantly turned into specks of light, dissipating into the air. The temporary link between him and the spirit, constructed by the core of the Herrscher of Reason, was also severed.

Feng Zhenghao's body went limp, and he almost lost his balance. Feng Shayan quickly got up to support him; the same shock and bewilderment were on the faces of both father and daughter.

Zhou Ye leaned back in his chair, picked up his cola, and took a big gulp, as if he had just done something insignificant.

He looked at Feng Zhenghao, whose face was ashen, as if he had just remembered something important.

"Alright, transaction complete."

"Where is the Tongtian Scroll?"

Chapter 387 Those who court death will die

Feng Zhenghao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard.

He forcibly suppressed the overwhelming shock and humiliation in his heart, took out a specially encrypted miniature U from the inside pocket of his suit, and handed it over with both hands. His posture remained respectful, but there was a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in his voice.

"Sir, this is all the information about the successor of the Tongtian Talisman. Its current successor is Lu Linglong, the granddaughter of Lu Jin, one of the Ten Elders. The information includes her detailed information, her range of activities, and several locations where we speculate that Lu Jin may have hidden the talisman's inheritance."

He didn't dare hide anything.

Having witnessed the other party's unbelievable learning and optimization abilities, he realized that any attempt at cleverness would only lead to self-humiliation. Trying to fool such a being with inaccurate information would have consequences far beyond what the Tianxia Guild could bear.

Zhou Ye did not take the USB drive.

His gaze lingered on it for only a fraction of a second before Feng Zhenghao felt the device in his hand become slightly warm, as if all the data inside had been instantly scanned and copied.

"Lu Jin's granddaughter... I understand."

Zhou Ye nodded, looked away, as if this secret that could drive the entire world of supernatural beings crazy was nothing more than an ordinary to-do item to him.

The deal, it seems, is over.

The tension in Feng Zhenghao's heart, which had been stretched to its limit, finally showed a slight sign of loosening. He was just about to say a few polite words and prepare to take his daughter away from this suffocating place when an unexpected change occurred.

There are no signs.

There was no fluctuation of Qi, no movement of air, and not even the slightest hint of killing intent.

A chilling, viscous, and extremely twisted spiritual force, like a venomous snake silently lurking in the deep sea, appeared out of nowhere in the fast food restaurant, bypassing Feng Zhenghao and his daughter, and stabbed Zhou Ye between the eyebrows with perfect precision.

This force is formless and intangible, harming no matter what it is, and has only one target—the soul and memory.

It's the Lü family's "Soul-Enlightening Technique"!

Feng Zhenghao's scalp tingled instantly, and his blood seemed to freeze in that moment. He knew better than anyone how ruthless and vicious the Lü family's methods were. This was no test; it was a deadly sneak attack! How dare these mad dogs of the Lü family?!

Feng Shayan reacted even faster. Her years of combat instincts made her instinctively try to activate her internal Qi to block or warn others. But the moment she raised her Qi, it was suppressed by an invisible force, as if she were trapped in gel, unable to move. That was the domain that Zhou Ye unconsciously emitted. In this space, no "program" was allowed to be activated abnormally except for himself.

The father and daughter could only watch helplessly as the invisible, poisoned dagger pierced the man who remained seated in the booth.

Shock, anger, fear... a barrage of emotions exploded within them. They weren't afraid Zhou Ye would be injured, but rather that this sneak attack would completely enrage this unfathomable god, and they, so close at hand, would be the first casualties caught in the blast of his fury!

However, Zhou Ye's expression remained unchanged.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, as if the fatal attack that could drive any grandmaster insane was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

Just a moment before that chilling spiritual power was about to touch the skin between his eyebrows.

Deep within Zhou Ye's consciousness, the merit jade pendant that had been bound to his soul since his transmigration trembled slightly.

A soft halo, completely invisible to the naked eye and imperceptible even to a master like Feng Zhenghao, flashed across Zhou Ye's body like a ripple.

This halo is warm and peaceful, carrying a grandeur and vastness originating from the very source of all living things. It is neither energy nor defense; rather, it is more like a declaration of a "rule"—here, all negativity, evil, and distortion are illusory.

That sinister and vicious "Soul-Enlightening Technique" was like a drop of thick black ink falling into a blazing sun.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no deafening roar of colliding energies.

The moment it came into contact with that halo, it was completely "purified" at the conceptual level. All the malice, all the spell structures, all the mental imprints that made it up were instantly reduced to the purest nothingness, as if it had never existed.

In the shadows a few hundred meters from the street corner.

A man dressed in sanitation worker's uniform, wearing a mask and hat, suddenly froze. The broom in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

The light in his eyes vanished instantly, like a candle flame extinguished by a gale, leaving only two empty, dark holes. He collapsed limply to the ground, as if all bones and soul had been ripped from his body.

Seven crimson lines tinged with dark blood slowly flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, drawing eerie patterns on the filthy ground.

At the moment his soul was purified by the "Soul Clarification Technique," through the invisible spiritual link between them, his soul was instantly traced back to its source by the immense, warm, and irresistible power of "merit."

Then, his soul, along with all the memories and personality it contained, was completely "evaporated".

at the same time.

Hundreds of kilometers away, one of the four families, is Lüjia Village.

Inside the heavily guarded secret chamber of the ancestral hall, Lü Ci, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly turned a deep liver color on his face, which was covered with age spots and hideous scars.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood mixed with dark purple fragments spurted from his mouth like a high-pressure water jet, staining the bluestone ground in front of him a mess.

His body trembled violently, his eyes bulged and were bloodshot, and his face was filled with extreme horror and unbelievable rage.

"How can it be?!!"

A roar that sounded inhuman echoed in the secret room.

"My Soul-Clearing Technique... was reflected?! No! It wasn't reflected!"

Lu Ci could clearly feel that just now, the soul link between him and Lu Xin, the top assassin he had trained for thirty years, was uprooted and burned to ashes by a power he had never seen before, a power so warm that it terrified him!

The feeling was like trying to touch a high-voltage power grid with a dirty wire. The current not only destroyed him along the wire, but also traveled hundreds of kilometers through his senses, leaving a deep mark on his soul!

The searing pain of that moment made even this master of manipulating souls feel a shiver of primal instinct.

This is just the beginning.

An invisible curse, or rather, "cause and effect," has been quietly spreading along the bloodline of the Lü family.

In a kindergarten in a certain city, a little girl from a collateral branch of the Lü family, who was playing on the slide, suddenly clutched her chest and burst into tears, her face turning deathly pale.

In an overseas branch office, a young man from the Lü family who was preparing a report suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation, and the coffee cup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

The shadow of death has already loomed over the Lü family. It will begin to shrink inward from the outermost and weakest parts, little by little, until it uproots this rotten tree.

Zhou Ye doesn't like to reunite his enemies with their families right away.

He preferred to watch the enemy's initial arrogance, then their mid-way terror, and finally their impotent rage and despair.

He wanted to refine everyone related to the Lü family into a newly conceived magical artifact.

He had already decided on a name for that magical artifact.

The Human Emperor's Banner. There's a saying that often circulates among book lovers: "If you don't work hard in your cultivation, you'll just be brothers in the Human Emperor's Banner."

The Emperor's Banner can be used not only as a brother, but also as a family member.

Inside a fast food restaurant.

Zhou Ye finally finished the last sip of his cola slowly and deliberately, and placed the empty glass on the table.

He then raised his eyelids and casually glanced at the already cold corpse in the shadows of the street corner, as if shooing away a buzzing fly.

Then, he turned his gaze to Feng Zhenghao, whose face was ashen and whose shirt back was soaked with cold sweat, and spoke in a flat tone.

"It seems that even among the Ten Elders, opinions are not unified."

Feng Zhenghao cursed Lü Ci, that old bastard from BYD, inwardly. "You son of a bitch, are you doing this on purpose? Whether you succeed or fail, I'm not getting anywhere."

Chapter 388 The Ten Elders Return

Feng Zhenghao felt as if his heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, and each contraction was accompanied by excruciating pain.