I Am Your Natural Enemy

"How many times have you tried?" Wen Yan still had to make it clear.

"Twice. Once was an experiment, the other was an improvement."

The second time, whether it was to knock out someone enduring pain and torture, or to increase the dosage tenfold to take down a Pain Demon, the effect was the same.

Both could interrupt their recovery through power absorption.

The Pain Demons I've met were pretty willing to cooperate with my experiments—they're always searching for new pain, whether their own or someone else's.

I've always felt these experiments were absolutely necessary. After all, there are so many people, so many that the demons almost never lack power.

But the Pain Demon Lord should be different from ordinary devils."

Wen Yanxin thought, yeah, it's seriously different.

If you expect improved animal anesthetic to take down the Pain Demon Lord, you'd be better off hoping Emperor Qin is my blood brother and would come by with a single call, roll up in a battle tank, and haul the Pain Demon Lord away for some slow torture.

Or maybe, you'd be better off hoping the idiot son gives it his all, or that Pei Tugou strings up the Pain Demon Lord and the Demon Lord gets off on it and finds hanging there pretty nice…

Still, Liu Qiying's words did remind Wen Yan of something.

"Does the Pain Demon Lord have the ability to summon more Little Demons?"

"I'm not sure. I've never seen it happen. I only heard the Little Demons mention it, and based on the info I got from outside, any demon called a Lord basically has the ability to summon minions."

Wen Yan nodded. No matter whether that anesthetic can be used or not, it has to be prepared.

What Wen Yan was more worried about was actually that he was being pulled along by the idiot son, but never even saw the Pain Demon Lord, never even triggered the Natural Enemy Profession.

If otherwise, if faced with the Pain Demon Lord, the Natural Enemy Profession would definitely react, and he would surely get more information.

But just hearing Liu Qiying talk about some of the Little Demons' abilities, Wen Yan mentally bumped up all those powers a few grades to match the Pain Demon Lord.

Judging from the last prophecy of the Soul Devouring Beast, the Scorching Sun Department's prophecy about the world boss was pretty damn accurate.

Ever since he walked out from Minister Cai's office, he'd been thinking—in modern society, especially in Divine Land, population is dense, and Nanwu County is already crowded as hell.

If the Pain Demon Lord's trait's range is just a little bigger, then it could pretty much be called truly immortal.

And according to the info from outside, especially the church's descriptions of the Demon King level, the most conservative estimate is that, as long as there's pain power, the Pain Demon Lord's immortality trait covers at least a hundred li.

If it's at peak power, just covering half the world isn't out of the question.

After all, for this kind of Demon King, the core isn't just raw power, but the essence it embodies.

Thinking this way, maybe the thing the idiot son forcibly dragged out wasn't the Pain Demon Lord's soul, but its very core essence.

And the power bound to the Pain Demon Lord, after losing its core, just burst and dissipated.

The Pain Demon Lord will definitely descend again, just as the Scorching Sun Department's prophecy predicted—just a question of how it happens.

Wen Yan was a bit frustrated, and as a side effect found Liu Qiying extremely irritating to look at.

If it weren't for this crazy woman, none of this would've happened.

But Liu Qiying herself was fairly calm now. She'd spent years chasing these things, a lot of the time crossing the river by feeling the stones, and ran into enough walls to last a lifetime.

Now she'd come to realize—even with money and bait, she still couldn't touch the real core of things.

It's like she went all out, seemingly to let He Changfeng recover his soul, but in reality, she was pushing him toward utter damnation.

The ones who really had backing could pull off what she never could, even after throwing piles of money at it.

She also realized staying carefully on the line, at most skirting the edge, was useless—when it comes to matters of mysterious powers, every tiny step forward might be unknowingly laying the groundwork for things to go completely off the rails later on.

This big disaster really was set in motion by her; she was basically finished.

Before being done for, just seeing He Changfeng regain consciousness was enough for her already.

"I can do everything in my power to make amends, and help resolve this situation.

Even if I get sentenced to death for it later, I'll accept it calmly.

I just hope Old He won't be dragged down with me. You all know—Old He knows nothing at all."

Wen Yan raised one hand to stop her from continuing, the other covering his head in a headache.

"Stop talking. None of that helps. Let's fix the mess first; your fate has nothing to do with me, and it's not my call anyway.

All I want now is for everything to go well. Let's resolve this.

Then three days from now, I want to be lying comfortably at home in Virtue City, happily ordering takeout.

As for He Changfeng, I'm in charge of him, so you don't need to worry.

I went through all that trouble to wake him up, not to get him killed."

Wen Yan picked up the Jade Pendant and beckoned to He Changfeng.

"Go on in. You can't stay here. I only registered myself to see her. Letting you in was already against the rules—don't make things harder for me."

He Changfeng reluctantly said his goodbyes to Liu Qiying, then turned into a wisp of white mist and slipped into the Jade Pendant.

Wen Yan sealed up the pendant.

Liu Qiying produced pen and paper, wrote a note, and handed it to Wen Yan.

"Go to my secretary—she'll take you to one of my offices. There's some other information there. Take whatever you want, even everything, it's fine."