I Am Your Natural Enemy

He grinned.

”I didn’t expect to actually encounter a warrior.”

Huo Yong struggled a bit, tearing half his body apart and voluntarily embracing Wen Yan’s power.

He didn’t want his current profession to die at the hands of the Wudang Sect Leader; he felt that was neither warrior-like nor brave.

A true warrior can only die at the hands of another warrior.

Now, with no way to escape and no way to fend off, and the momentum gone, he would rather die at Wen Yan’s hands.

Wen Yan’s expression turned serious as he reinforced with Yang Energy once more, keeping the power at its peak state.

Huo Yong felt this and laughed heartily, feeling that Wen Yan respected him and acknowledged him as a warrior.

Under the Great Sun, Huo Yong’s body gradually crumbled into ashes.

After the blazing fire, Wen Yan stood nearby, quietly watching.

He saw that the prompt had already provided the answer.

Huo Yong’s devil profession had vanished, leaving only the last profession: Huo Yong.

A faint flame appeared in the air, and amidst it gradually emerged a burly man, with blood-colored patterns etched on his face, representing something unknown, appearing like a totem.

The man’s apparition stood on the ground, shirtless, looking like a newly deceased Ghost, very weak.

Wen Yan glanced at the prompt, noting only one temporary ability left, Song of the Witch.

No wonder this temporary ability is so troublesome, requiring materials and a complex process.

The information contained therein was something Wen Yan hadn’t yet had the chance to fully examine.

It turned out Huo Yong’s first profession, Huo Yong, was merely foundational, with abilities similar to Wen Yan’s Scorching Sun, ideal for cultivation or as a foundation for other purposes.

Huo Yong stood where he was, still holding his head high, displaying an unyielding demeanor.

”Kill me, my power is all gone. The last of the warriors is left only with honor. I don’t want to die at the hands of those wizards; a warrior can only die at the hands of another warrior.”

Wen Yan put away the Chunjun Mace.

At this moment, the Wudang Sect Leader also approached, his face somber, as he looked at Huo Yong.

”Initially, after I killed the demon formed by the sealing core, the person released was you, wasn’t it?”

Huo Yong, his head high, glanced at the Wudang Sect Leader without responding.

Though the Wudang Sect Leader seemed strong, able to wield power perhaps even greater than Wen Yan.

But in life, Huo Yong never respected wizard-like figures, and this sentiment remained unchanged even now.

”If you don’t want to speak, you don’t have to.” Wen Yan added from the side.

Seeing Wen Yan speak, Huo Yong felt appeased and nodded in agreement.

”Yes, it’s me.”

Seeing this situation, the Wudang Sect Leader decided not to ask further, knowing Huo Yong wouldn’t divulge more even upon death.

It’s unclear why, but after being vanquished by Wen Yan, Huo Yong seemed to regard him differently.

Wen Yan pondered for a moment and decided not to ask more questions for now. He wasn’t deeply versed in the case the Wudang Sect Leader handled earlier, unaware of the related intricacies and hidden information, deciding to inquire later.

He took out the White Jade Prison Cage he carried and placed Huo Yong inside.

Huo Yong shouted.

”Kill me!”

”In your current state, you’re too weak to kill; it would damage my honor.”

Wen Yan had nearly discerned Huo Yong’s character; once he spoke, Huo Yong ceased yelling, offering no further resistance, obediently surrendering.

Wen Yan sealed him in the Jade Prison Cage, reinforced it with talismans, and encased it in a small lead box, achieving perfection.

Having secured it, Wen Yan didn’t immediately inquire about other matters; first, he took out his phone for a check.

Of the 118 marked Ghost Wealth Gods, excluding Men Xinsheng, Ren Yubao disguised as the Ghost of Wealth with an Offensive Smell, and Zhou Xiaorong, 103 Ghost Wealth Gods had been captured.

The remainder was near the end, and their pace was considered slow.

Wen Yan checked and saw the fastest location, apart from where he caught The Rich in Western Region County, was the Central Plains County.

After the General Director issued the assault command, within five seconds, the Ghost Wealth Gods there were successfully captured, entirely crushed.

Wen Yan was somewhat surprised, realizing upon further review, it was because of a high disciple from Mount Laojun descending the mountain, making sense.

Mount Laojun had strict disciple selection, never thriving population-wise, yet every disciple who descended remained at the top tier in various aspects.

Wen Yan calculated, factoring in command issuance, resolution, and reporting time, estimating the real exertion time to conquer the Ghost Wealth Gods would be less than a second.

He gauged the reporting times, deducing the relative strengths of the Scorching Sun Departments globally.

This mission meant none could deploy novices; surely experts capable of guaranteed success were dispatched, as staking reputation wasn’t an option.

Currently, counties housing the Three Mountains and Five Ridges demonstrated the fastest speeds.

Following them was Nanwu County, despite lacking Three Mountains and Five Ridges stationed, had a strong martial spirit among civilians, wealth, and abundant experts.

Upon further review, Southern Sea County lagged behind, having resolved none yet.

At that point, Wen Yan noticed a submission from there, indicating one resolution.

Upon checking site photos, still among sea-scape shots, a corner of a photo revealed a familiar-looking wrecked ship.

Another glance confirmed—they were the Southern Sea Water Ghosts with sunken ships.

These entities had also contributed this time.

Without reading the report, specifics remained unclear; observations could follow later.

With no notable problems, Wen Yan put away his phone.

”Senior, regarding the dry well case in Eastern Xiao Xiang County, the records might not be detailed. Could you offer some insights? I’ll interrogate this fellow later.”

”Once you inquire, see if he provides anything substantial. I keep feeling there’s something unclear; the sealing has considerable issues.”

”Certainly, I dare say the sealed subject is certainly not him.”

Wen Yan reviewed prompts, understanding well; burial sites demanded specifications, and so did seals; initially, Huo Yong was merely a warrior, showing significant disdain towards witches.”

Under typical logic, even if he greatly aggravated a witch, deserving such intensified sealing would be unusual.