Battle Through the Heavens: I Am Han Feng, Respect the Teacher and Value the Dao

Heavenly Origin Flower

Box after box of goods piled up. With a wave of his hand, Han Feng stored every box in his storage ring.

The mercenaries watching outside the shop were dumbfounded. The other party actually had a storage ring.

Gulp.

The leading mercenary swallowed hard. It seemed the target they had picked this time was someone they could not afford to provoke.

"Boss, what do we do?"

"I-I suddenly need to piss. This time... we'll let this lucky brat off!"

"But he has a storage ring!"

One drunk mercenary shouted anxiously.

The boss directly slapped him across the face.

"Fuck off! Do you think I'm blind?"

After establishing his authority, the boss, who had felt uneasy earlier, finally regained his confidence.

"Let's go!"

With a grand wave of his hand, he led his underlings away with great vigor, as though they had just concluded an extremely momentous negotiation.

Han Feng walked out of Xiuluo Pavilion and glanced faintly at the group of mercenary thugs.

At least they had some sense. He did not want to use violence against violence in front of the disciple he had just taken in.

Lin Xian'er had changed into new clothes, yet she was still somewhat restrained. Sweat seeped from her tiny palms; she had never worn such beautiful clothes before.

Perhaps worried about dirtying her dress, Lin Xian'er walked on tiptoe, her movements a little stiff.

The two returned to the inn. Han Feng began refining some low-grade pills with the medicinal ingredients he had bought that morning, while Lin Xian'er continued memorizing books on introductory cultivation.

"We'll set out tomorrow. First, we'll take a carriage to Black Rock City, then ride a Flying Magical Beast to the Western Province."

After returning from gathering information, Han Feng explained the upcoming route.

Lin Xian'er nodded.

She had read all day, but after taking the pills Han Feng had refined, her mind remained clear and the fatigue in her body had vanished.

Still, places like "Black Rock City" and the "Western Province" remained unfamiliar to Lin Xian'er.

She had never been anywhere like that.

Han Feng put away Lin Xian'er's books and told her to sleep early.

After tucking the blanket around his disciple, Han Feng gently stroked her head.

"Sleep. Rest well so we can travel tomorrow."

Lin Xian'er gave a soft acknowledgment and obediently closed her eyes.

Han Feng sat cross-legged nearby and began his cultivation for the day.

The faint candlelight illuminated half his profile. Lin Xian'er secretly opened her eyes and watched Han Feng cultivate, feeling incomparably safe inside.

At some point, she closed her eyes deeply and fell asleep with even breathing.

The next morning, Han Feng woke Lin Xian'er.

"Xian'er, it's time to get going."

Lin Xian'er rubbed her eyes and immediately sat up.

"Okay, Master."

She hurriedly washed up, sorted through the clothes she had bought the previous day, and dressed herself neatly.

"Mm, very pretty."

Han Feng encouraged her gently.

Lin Xian'er walked over shyly.

The two went downstairs for breakfast. The carriage Han Feng had arranged the day before was already waiting at the entrance of Qingshan Town.

On their way to the town gate, Han Feng passed Myriad Medicine Pavilion again.

A young man with long white hair was treating people outside the entrance. Those seeking treatment all addressed him as "Pavilion Master Yao."

Is he the owner of Myriad Medicine Pavilion?

Han Feng considered this. Judging from the medicinal powder he had sold to the mercenaries yesterday, the man should be an excellent physician.

Lin Xian'er curiously watched Myriad Medicine Pavilion and Pavilion Master Yao. Having been interested in medicinal theory since childhood, her original goal had been to become a physician, or even an alchemist!

After seeing Han Feng refine pills before her yesterday, Lin Xian'er's goal had become even clearer.

I hope I can become an alchemist like Master in the future!

When the two reached the town gate, the carriage company's people were already waiting.

For the people of Qingshan Town, riding in a carriage was also a luxury service. A trip to Black Rock City cost around two silver coins, which was quite expensive for ordinary people.

Han Feng's carriage was of the highest grade. The Black Mane Horses pulling it carried the bloodline of first-tier magical beasts and could travel a thousand li in a day.

It cost several times more than an ordinary carriage, with each trip requiring ten silver coins.

The two boarded the carriage. It was fairly spacious, and soothing incense had been placed inside.

The carriage set off. Because it was fitted with shock-absorbing mechanisms, the ride was extremely smooth.

Inside the carriage, Han Feng taught Lin Xian'er cultivation. Once he felt the material had become sufficiently profound, he stopped at once and let Lin Xian'er absorb it herself.

Lin Xian'er was very intelligent. It never took her long to fully understand and recite what Han Feng taught.

Han Feng did not stint on praise, saying Lin Xian'er was his smartest disciple. It reminded him of how his own Teacher, Yao Chen, had once praised him in the same way.

The carriage traveled for five days. On the third day, Lin Xian'er successfully sensed Dou Qi and entered the first stage of Dou Qi, becoming a cultivator.

Han Feng could not help marveling at Lin Xian'er's exceptional talent. Perhaps he could begin purchasing medicinal ingredients to build her foundation.

Having an outstanding disciple was both a joy and a headache.

Han Feng enjoyed the happiness of nurturing Lin Xian'er, but what troubled him was that he had yet to fully study the Poison Pill Method.

The three realms mentioned in it—Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, and Core Formation—were things he had to understand himself before he could teach them to Lin Xian'er.

This cultivation method differed from the traditional methods of the Dou Qi Continent. Han Feng needed to study it carefully, or one wrong step might ruin Lin Xian'er's path of cultivation.

His conflict was no less than Yao Chen's hesitation in his previous life over passing the Flame Mantra to Han Feng.

The Flame Mantra was likewise shocking and unprecedented. Without thoroughly studying it, Yao Chen had not dared let Han Feng cultivate it.

Only before his death did Han Feng truly understand the significance of the Flame Mantra.

Watching Lin Xian'er seriously sense the Dou Qi of heaven and earth, Han Feng revealed a bitter smile.

The little girl was progressing so quickly. From now on, he would be the one staying up all night.

"My lord, Black Rock City is just ahead."

The carriage driver lightly knocked on the door and reminded him.

"I know."

Han Feng reminded Lin Xian'er to withdraw from her cultivation state and prepare to get off.

The carriage stopped before Black Rock City's enormous Black Obsidian City Gate. Pedestrians entering the city all had to undergo inspection by the city guards.

Of course, these inspections were largely for show. As long as someone did not look particularly dangerous, they could enter the city without issue.

The city guards mainly targeted filthy refugees and beggars. Preventing them from entering the city and ruining its appearance was basic common sense for every city guard.

When there were too many refugees, the guards would even specifically deploy troops to suppress them.

Thus, there were quite a few people like Lin Xian'er who had never entered a city before.

After Han Feng and Lin Xian'er paid the entrance fee, they passed through without trouble.

A vendor near the city gate recommended a simplified map of Black Rock City to Han Feng. It roughly marked the names of several inns, restaurants, and stations.

The vendor enthusiastically introduced the history of Black Rock City as well, saying that great and noble figures like Han Feng were welcome to visit.

"My lord, you've arrived at just the right time. This afternoon, the Mittel Auction House is holding a Profound-tier auction. The things inside aren't something you can see whenever you want!"

Han Feng looked at the simplified map, while the corner of his eye caught the invitation the vendor quietly handed over.

"So, what do you think? My invitation is worth this much!"

The vendor held up one finger.

Han Feng had not been interested at first, but upon seeing the flower-shaped emblem on the invitation's cover, he accepted it.

"Heavenly Origin Flower."

A smile appeared at the corner of Han Feng's lips.

He had not expected to encounter this strange flower in this city.

The Heavenly Origin Flower was a fifth-tier medicinal ingredient, an extremely precious herb that could increase the vitality of one's physical body after consumption.

But aside from that conventional use, the signature Dou Technique Han Feng had mastered in his previous life, the Heavenly Origin Finger, required this strange flower for cultivation.

Auction

Han Feng bought the vendor's invitation, paying the steep price of one Gold Coin.

But compared to the expenses awaiting him after entering the Profound Class Venue, one Gold Coin was merely a drop in the ocean.

Everyone knew what the name Mittel represented.

At a Profound-tier auction, even invitations could be sold for prices measured in Gold Coins.

Those who entered the Profound Class Venue were all either wealthy or noble.

Of course, there was also a group of lucky people who managed to pick up cheap invitations when the Mittel Auction House released the news.

Most of them merely wanted to broaden their horizons.

Han Feng estimated that securing the Heavenly Origin Flower would probably cost three hundred thousand to five hundred thousand Gold Coins.

Since he intended to attend the auction, Han Feng and Lin Xian'er went to a teahouse to rest.

The teahouse had private rooms. Han Feng ordered a pot of black tea and began looking through the invitation.

The invitation was not merely proof of entry; it was also a brief brochure containing information about the auction, with several eye-catching items listed inside.

Third-tier Ice Attribute Magic Core.

Fourth-tier weapon—Jade Cold.

Third-tier formation—Qi Gathering Formation.

Profound-tier mid-grade Dou Technique—Shattering Jade Palm.

There was a wide variety, covering nearly every trade and profession. No wonder it attracted so many people.

This auction had been prepared with some real quality.

Ice-attribute magical beasts were already rare and generally appeared in the Northern Region, making their magic cores even harder to obtain.

A third-tier Ice Attribute Magic Core might be worth more than some ordinary fourth-tier magic cores.

A fourth-tier weapon was enough for a Dou Wang powerhouse to battle fiercely with. It could perfectly withstand a Dou Wang's force and possessed a certain miraculous ability to conduct the energy of heaven and earth, so naturally it was not cheap.

As for the Qi Gathering Formation, it came from the hands of a Formation Master. Its design was ingenious, capable of drawing in the energy of heaven and earth from the surroundings. Although it was only third-tier, its price had always remained high, mainly because Formation Masters were too rare.

On the Dou Qi Continent, Formation Masters were no less rare than alchemists, but the requirements for studying formations were not as harsh as those for refining pills.

As a result, some powerful cultivators possessed basic knowledge of formations themselves.

This also meant that Formation Masters did not receive treatment as high as alchemists.

Of course, Formation Masters who possessed high-level inheritances had always been scarce resources.

There was no need to say much about Profound-tier Dou Techniques. Some Dou Emperor powerhouses still used Profound-tier Dou Techniques, and their value varied from person to person.

Lin Xian'er sipped her tea. Her little feet dangled in the air beneath her seat, her gold-thread cloth shoes swinging back and forth leisurely.

After enjoying lunch at the teahouse, they ate refined dishes from the tea house.