"Elder Su Qian, this is this year's new student, Xiao Xun'er. She is already at the Dou Spirit realm, so I brought her directly to the Inner Academy."
Su Qian's eyes flashed.
"Xiao Xun'er? Reaching the Dou Spirit realm at the age of enrollment is truly remarkable."
He nodded.
"Such a talent naturally deserves special treatment. You can cultivate directly in the Inner Academy."
With Elder Su Qian's approval, the procedures at the school were naturally no problem.
Han Feng took the three girls away and arrived at the small courtyard where they lived.
"Xun'er, although Jia Nan Academy does not have the rich resources of the Gu Clan, the Fallen Heart Flame in the Sky Burning Qi Refining Tower can still provide some assistance to cultivation. Before you break through to Dou King, you can cultivate here first."
Gu Xun'er nodded.
Actually, her family had already urged her to go back, but she hadn't met Han Feng for long, so she had to stay for a while longer.
It just so happened that with the excuse of the Sky Burning Qi Refining Tower, she should be able to deal with the clan members before breaking through to Dou King.
In the small courtyard, the three girls began to get busy, cleaning up their home.
Han Feng went to Elder Shi Yuan's courtyard and cleaned up the empty courtyard.
The deceased is gone. He wondered if Elder Shi Yuan's disciple knew that her master was dead.
In comparison, Han Feng felt inexplicably lucky that his master was still alive.
He touched the gourd at his waist. During this time, his teacher had been recovering better and better under his care.
Before long, he could start preparing for resurrection.
Returning to the small courtyard, the three girls had already cleaned the rooms.
Zi Yan returned with a full load, holding a pile of medicinal ingredients. She had gone to stock up again.
Many elders would probably feel the pinch for a while.
"For the next six months, all of us need to work hard and cultivate diligently."
Han Feng said to the four girls.
The time left for him was actually getting tighter and tighter.
Hearing Han Feng's relatively serious tone, the four girls nodded.
"Especially you."
Han Feng flicked Zi Yan's forehead.
As the Dragon Emperor of the Ancient Void Dragon clan of this generation, the pressure on Zi Yan was no less than anyone else.
Ancient Dragon Island is now in a state of fragmentation. Zi Yan needs to have strong power to suppress the disobedient and revive the royal family.
But her current Dou Emperor cultivation is not enough to expose her identity.
Or in other words, Han Feng's current Dou Venerate cultivation is not enough to protect Zi Yan.
One must know that those Dragon Kings who split from Ancient Dragon Island are all Dou Saint level experts.
They all crave to be emperors. Once they discover Zi Yan's identity, they will mercilessly plunder the royal dragon blood from Zi Yan.
Zi Yan grimaced in pain, covering her forehead.
In front of Han Feng, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous.
"Han Feng, you hurt me."
Zi Yan said pitifully.
Han Feng gently touched the place he had just flicked and said softly, "Your path in the future will be very difficult. You have to rely on yourself in many places."
"What are you talking about?"
Han Feng smiled and flicked her again suddenly.
"Ouch!"
Zi Yan glared at Han Feng angrily.
"I mean, you have to learn to take a beating."
Zi Yan's cowlick stood up, and she immediately drilled into the space, flashed into the room, and hid.
"Don't even think about hitting me!"
Gu Xun'er watched this scene in surprise. Being able to traverse space so easily at the Dou Emperor realm, who exactly is Zi Yan?
Han Feng smiled and said to the three girls, "Alright, let's go cultivate too."
The four returned to their respective rooms and began to cultivate.
Han Feng quickly entered the state. The Dou Qi in his body had already reached a critical level. When the "Flame Mantra" circulated for nine large cycles, the Dou Qi finally changed and broke through to the next realm.
Four-star Dou Venerate!
Uncle-Master Feng was a powerful figure at this realm.
Now Han Feng was too.
After stabilizing his realm, Han Feng opened the Spirit Nurturing Gourd and woke up Yao Chen.
"Master, do you want to see Uncle-Master Feng?"
"Feng Xian?"
Yao Chen was silent for a moment.
"Naturally I do, but it's useless to think about it now. When you go to the Central Plains later, I'll go meet him."
The Northwest Continent and the Southern Region of the Central Plains are too far apart. Although Yao Chen's strength is enough to cross, it would be easy to be targeted if he encountered people from the Hall of Souls.
It is safer for a soul body to travel attached to a living being.
"I have a way to go directly to the Falling Star Pavilion."
Han Feng said, "And I plan to resurrect you soon."
Hearing this, Yao Chen's body trembled.
Is it finally starting?
"Master's soul body should have made up for the deficit, right?"
Yao Chen nodded.
"Although I haven't reached the peak, the lost source has been made up."
"That's enough."
Han Feng said.
"In the process of resurrection, the new body will resonate with your soul. As long as the source is sufficient, you can return to the peak."
He had experience resurrecting Yao Tianhuo, so he knew the tricks better than Yao Chen.
"I'll listen to you."
Yao Chen suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded.
His requirements were actually very low, just being resurrected was enough.
The rest was up to Han Feng to perform freely.
"Then let's go back to the Falling Star Pavilion first. Uncle-Master Feng has been managing the faction for many years and has many resource channels. It might be easier to collect materials."
Han Feng wrote a letter and left it on the table, then stood up and pressed Yao Chen's shoulder.
Yao Chen was puzzled by Han Feng's action, but the next instant, a spatial rift opened in front of his eyes.
Han Feng held the Void God Stele and took Yao Chen one step into it.
With Yao Chen's surprised expression, the two arrived at the Falling Star Pavilion, Yao Chen's former residence.
"This..."
Han Feng closed the spatial channel. Yao Chen stopped in place in a daze, looking around.
Isn't this his room?
Only a second had passed, and they had arrived at the Falling Star Pavilion?
Yao Chen looked at Han Feng in disbelief, trying to verify.
Han Feng nodded. "I have a spatial treasure that can teleport long distances."
Yao Chen recovered, but it was still difficult to calm the emotions in his heart at this moment.
This was the place where he had raised Han Feng.
In a flash, decades had passed.
"Master, I'll go call Uncle-Master Feng over."
It was not appropriate for Yao Chen's soul body to be exposed at this time, so it was better to bring Feng Xian over.
Yao Chen nodded and let Han Feng leave.
He wandered slowly in his room, cherishing the memory of the passing years.
On the other side, Han Feng found Feng Xian's residence, but found that his uncle-master was not there.
There was a junior sister, though.
Mu Qingluan looked at Han Feng who suddenly appeared and asked in surprise, "Senior Brother Han, why are you here?"
"Junior Sister, where is Uncle-Master?"
Han Feng asked.
"Teacher, he is often away from the sect recently, and I don't know what he is doing."
Mu Qingluan pouted.
She had many cultivation problems recently and couldn't find anyone to solve them.
"Is that so."
Han Feng nodded.
It seems that Uncle-Master is still running around searching for people.
It's hard for him at his age to run around everywhere.
"Senior Brother Han, are you free? Can I ask you some questions?"
Han Feng nodded.
"Of course."
He had always cared for his junior brothers and sisters.
Mu Qingluan looked happy and pulled Han Feng into the house.
This asking lasted for an afternoon.
Han Feng answered Mu Qingluan's questions and remembered that his master was still alone in the empty room, so he bid farewell.
"Senior Brother, are you leaving so soon?"
Mu Qingluan said reluctantly.
With her teacher absent, she was half the master of the Falling Star Pavilion. She had to manage the disciples and take care of her cultivation, which was very strenuous.
If her senior brother was here, these things could be done by two people together.
"Sorry, Junior Sister. Next time I'll definitely stay longer to accompany you."
Han Feng gently scraped Mu Qingluan's nose, then turned and left.
Mu Qingluan stomped her foot, but did not stop him again.
"Senior Brother, you have to keep your word!"
"Okay!"
Han Feng returned to Yao Chen's residence and found his master lying bored on the bed.
"Master, you..."
"Didn't find him?"
"Mm."
"I knew it! Hmph, that old guy has learned to be lazy now. Such a big sect, and he, the sect master, is actually not here!"
Yao Chen cursed.
Han Feng sweated slightly.
Speaking of being lazy, you shouldn't be qualified to criticize Uncle-Master Feng, right?
"Master, Uncle-Master doesn't know that I have found you, so he should be searching for you everywhere now."
Yao Chen's expression froze, and he sat up somewhat awkwardly.
"Oh, is that so."
Eh? That's not right. Isn't he looking for people everywhere because of the sin you committed back then?
Yao Chen glared at Han Feng and lay back down.
"Since he's not here, forget it. I'll just wait for him here."
"Ah?"
Han Feng was surprised.
"Master, do you want to stay?"
"My current state is relatively stable. Staying by your side is useless. It's more comfortable to stay here."
Yao Chen said.
Just now, the scene evoked his emotions, and he fell into a wave of memories, so he wanted to stay here alone for a while.
Seeing his master's firm attitude, Han Feng nodded.
There was a naturally formed formation outside the Falling Star Pavilion, which was considered a relatively safe place.
His master's current strength was enough to protect himself, so he let him be.
"Alright then, Master, you stay here first. I'll go find materials for your resurrection."
"Thank you for your hard work."
"This is what I should do."
Han Feng bowed with a smile, then withdrew from the room.
He first went to the Falling Star Pavilion's treasury. After searching, he found a four-star Dou Venerate-level corpse inside.
Looking at the well-preserved Dou Venerate body, Han Feng was delighted.
This was better than the spare goods in his storage ring. He didn't expect his uncle-master to hide such good things.
Han Feng naturally pocketed it, thinking that if there were no other suitable materials in the future, this would be the body for his master's resurrection.
He searched carefully again and found several kinds of high-level magical beast blood essence.
Weapon refining often required beast blood tempering, so the Falling Star Pavilion's treasury also stored a lot of similar things.
However, there were none that Han Feng was particularly satisfied with.
Blood essence was the source of energy in the process of refining the body, so it was quite important.
It had to be the blood essence of a magical beast above the high-level eighth-tier to meet the conditions for Yao Chen's perfect resurrection.
Right! The Nanli Empire borders the Beast Region, so they must have hunted many high-level magical beasts. Why not go there and ask?
Han Feng had an idea and set his sights on the Empress.
He happened to have to ask about the Basalt issue. The matter of magical beast blood essence would be incidental.
If there wasn't any, he would go to the Beast Region on the way and slaughter two.
With the idea arising, Han Feng took action. He activated the Void God Stele again and stepped into it.
But he forgot that at this time, it was already night in the Nanli Empire.
————————
Arriving at the Nanli Imperial Palace, Han Feng looked up and saw a seductive curve lying sideways behind the curtain.
He secretly thought it was bad.
Isn't this the place where the Empress reviews official documents?
How did it become a bedchamber?
No!
Han Feng suddenly remembered that when he set up the spatial coordinates here before, the Empress did say something about him paying attention to the timing of his arrival.
In case he broke into the bedchamber at night, she would... suppress him!
Boom!
A surging Dou Qi suddenly came from behind the curtain. In the blink of an eye, that curvy back figure had put on a nightgown and looked down at Han Feng.
"The King of the South is so bold."
Fire flickered in Sikong Chan's pupils as she walked down the stairs step by step.
"Actually daring to break into the bedchamber at night."
Han Feng looked away and apologized, "Your Majesty, I came in too much of a hurry and forgot the time."
He knew it. He shouldn't have set the spatial coordinates here in the first place!
A smile appeared on the corner of Sikong Chan's mouth. The Dou Qi on her body did not retreat but increased, pressing towards Han Feng bit by bit.
"Apologizing is useless to me. Is the King of the South ready to accept punishment?"
Nine-star Dou Venerate!
Han Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Her talent is truly terrifying. In such a short time, she has broken through again.
Relying solely on Dou Qi cultivation, he, a mere four-star Dou Venerate, really couldn't contend.
Feeling the Empress's aura becoming more and more tyrannical, almost riding on him, Han Feng sighed softly, and his soul power slowly spread from his spiritual platform.
Buzz!
Sikong Chan's Dou Qi pressure was completely neutralized under the soul fluctuation.
Han Feng slowly raised his head.
"Your Majesty, stop playing."
Sikong Chan's expression froze slightly.
His soul power is actually this tyrannical!
It seems I can't take him down today.
Sikong Chan snorted lightly, turned around, and walked back to the big bed.
Seeing the other party suddenly turn and leave, Han Feng's serious face changed instantly.
Is this... angry?
Han Feng considered his words and quickly followed.
"Your Majesty, Han was abrupt today. I will definitely apologize to you in the future."
Sikong Chan was annoyed in her heart.
Is this the apology I want you to make?
"Speak, what do you want with me?"
Sikong Chan said coldly.
Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
If he fell out with the Empress because of his small mistake, he would be too stupid.
"I want to ask if the Nanli Empire has high-level magical beast blood essence."
"High-level magical beast blood essence?"
Sikong Chan frowned slightly.
"What you want should be at least at the level of an eighth-tier magical beast, right?"
"Yes, the higher the better."
Sikong Chan was silent for a few seconds.
"Tomorrow I'll take you to the Imperial Treasury, and you can choose yourself."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Do you have anything else?"
"There is indeed one more thing."
"I have a question here that I want to ask Your Majesty."
Sikong Chan's expression moved slightly, and she listened attentively.
Han Feng walked to the Empress's side and took out the Basalt turtle shell.
Seeing what Han Feng took out, Sikong Chan closed her eyes tiredly.
"Your Majesty, this is the remains left by Basalt."