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

The manager took the list. When he saw several high-tier medicinal ingredients on it, his eyes immediately widened.

"Mr. Han, the medicinal ingredients listed here aren't cheap!"

"Go collect them. If you're unsure about anything, ask Eileen first, then leave it to her."

Hearing this, the manager felt both startled and uncertain. With Manager Eileen's badge, this man was likely a special client operating independently.

But the Rank 5 and Rank 6 medicinal ingredients on that list would probably cost close to ten million Gold Coins in total!

Did this man truly possess such wealth?

"Mr. Han, as for the medicinal ingredients you require, we cannot guarantee that we'll be able to obtain those above Rank 5."

The manager put it as tactfully as he could.

"It's fine. Just do your best."

Han Feng smiled faintly, showing his understanding.

"Understood. Mr. Han, I'll notify you as soon as there's any news."

The manager gave Han Feng a slight bow, making his regard clear.

No matter what, the man before him was not someone he could afford to offend.

Han Feng nodded and took a box from his storage ring, handing it to the manager.

"Oh, right. I have something else that needs to be auctioned."

"This is..."

The manager accepted the box and opened it. He immediately held his breath.

A smooth, pale-red medicinal pill sat in the center of the Treasure Box, wisps of pill fragrance drifting from it as though they had substance.

It was common knowledge that once a medicinal pill reached Rank 4, it would emit a rich pill fragrance.

The manager stared fixedly at the pill in the Treasure Box, his voice trembling.

"A Rank 4 medicinal pill!"

Han Feng smiled faintly. "A Rank 4 Crimson Bright Heart Nourishing Pill. Consider it a meeting gift from me."

The middle-aged manager swallowed and looked at Han Feng.

"You're... an alchemist?"

Han Feng nodded lightly.

"Rest assured, Mr. Han. I'll think of every possible way to collect these medicinal ingredients. Around when do you need them?"

The manager spoke with solemn determination, his eyes filled with resolve.

"It would be best to gather them all within three months. Six months at the latest."

"Absolutely!"

The manager eagerly opened the door and showed Han Feng out.

"Mr. Han, just wait for good news. As for the property, I'll have an answer for you this afternoon."

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Han Feng left the auction house, opened his map to get his bearings, and headed east.

Watching Han Feng's departing figure, the middle-aged manager excitedly wiped away his sweat.

"He casually took out a Rank 4 medicinal pill and asked me to collect Rank 5 and Rank 6 herbs. At the very least, he must be a Rank 5 Alchemist!"

The manager's heart burned with excitement. He finally understood what sort of thigh Eileen had latched onto.

In the current Jia Ma Empire, the highest-ranked alchemist was only Rank 5—Fa Ma, the president of the Alchemist Guild.

If that lord from earlier was also a Rank 5 Alchemist, winning him over would raise the Mite'er Family's influence by another level.

The middle-aged manager now had only one goal: to shamelessly curry favor with this alchemist.

If he succeeded, even a few casual rewards from the man would be enough for him to save up sufficient contributions, return to the Imperial Capital, and leave this godforsaken place known as Mo City.

Without delay, the manager personally went to seek out high-quality properties in the city, strictly following Han Feng's requirements: spacious, bright, and quietly located.

Meanwhile, Han Feng planned to purchase a professional map of the Tagor Desert.

According to the locals, a mysterious map shop several miles east of the city had the finest maps.

If he did not mind the extra distance, it was worth traveling a few more miles to buy one there.

Han Feng left the eastern city gate and, following the guards' directions, found the map shop built in the desert.

"What an unconventional shop."

Rather than making use of Mo City's natural protection, its owner had deliberately built a small house alone in the desert.

Here, one had to endure sandstorms and scorching sunlight year-round. Passing bandits or mercenaries would likely rob the place as well.

Unless the owner of this shop was a powerful cultivator.

With that thought in mind, Han Feng stepped into the shop.

The shop's decor was rather old, giving off a somewhat unkempt impression.

On the shelves to one side, maps had been casually bundled up and tossed into storage bins.

Han Feng glanced toward the center of the shop. A White-haired Old Man was intently engraving a map. Han Feng looked over from afar and vaguely sensed that this old man was no ordinary person.

"Boss, I want a detailed map of the Tagor Desert."

"Third row of the shelf on the left. Find it yourself."

Without even raising his head, the old man merely gave him a general location and left Han Feng to search for it himself.

No one did business like this unless they simply did not care about business itself.

Han Feng walked to the left and carefully searched the third row, eventually finding a map of the Tagor Desert.

When he unfolded it, he saw that it was meticulously drawn and thoroughly marked. It truly was exceptional.

Han Feng gave a slight nod, put away the map, and walked to the counter to pay.

"How much?"

"One hundred gold coins."

The old man still did not look up, continuing to engrave the map scroll in his hands.

Han Feng took out a bag containing one hundred gold coins, weighed it in his hand, and placed it on the old man's table.

"Want to count them?"

The old man merely glanced at the bag. "That'll do."

Han Feng gave him a meaningful look but said nothing more before turning and leaving.

From his initial observation, the man appeared to be a powerful cultivator of the Ice Attribute.

However, his body seemed excessively aged, and there was something off about his Dou Qi as well.

If Han Feng was not mistaken, this old man's body had likely developed some sort of problem.

Without examining him more closely, Han Feng did not dare make a definite judgment.

Seeing how difficult the man seemed to approach, Han Feng had no intention of making unnecessary trouble.

After obtaining the detailed map, Han Feng returned to the inn and began making plans.

The Tagor Desert was simply too vast. Even the most detailed map could hardly cover everything. Han Feng planned to start from the east tomorrow and investigate every location with abnormal Fire Attribute energy.

Everything had its basis. Since it had already been confirmed that there were Heavenly Flames here, then no matter how tedious the work was, it would be worth doing.

That afternoon, a guard from the Mite'er Family came knocking.

"Mr. Han, Supervisor Garton sent me to inform you that the house has been found."

"Alright, wait a moment."

Han Feng closed his book, gathered his things, and called Lin Xian'er to leave the inn with him.

"Sorry to trouble you."

"It is my honor to serve you."

The guard gave a deep bow before leading the way.

Desert City was large. Although most areas were underdeveloped and even barren, there were still places of refined elegance.

With the Mite'er Family's influence, finding an upscale residence that was both pleasant and relaxing was no difficult task.

Han Feng rode in a carriage and soon arrived at an elegant yet simple courtyard.

It had to be said that the people trained by the Mite'er Family had excellent judgment. This residence perfectly suited Han Feng's tastes.

As they entered through the gate, they were greeted by a courtyard planted with various green plants.

At first glance, it seemed unremarkable, but anyone knowledgeable would recognize that these plants were all rare treasures.

"You put thought into this."

Han Feng said with a smile.

The guard immediately replied, "As long as you are satisfied, sir."

"Supervisor Garton has already gone to contact various parties and search for the things you require, so he could not come personally. If you need anything else, you may tell me."

Han Feng nodded and entered the main house.

The interior was completely different from the plain exterior. Every piece of furniture exuded luxury; it was thoroughly a noble residence.

Modest on the outside, lavish within.

Lin Xian'er once again wore the expression of someone seeing the world anew. After entering the main house, she became cautious in every movement.

"Master, are we going to live here from now on?"

"Yes. Go find a room you like."

After saying that, Han Feng began looking around the house as well.

The house was spacious. Aside from the usual bedrooms, kitchen, and main hall, it also had a secluded cultivation chamber that could be used for training and pill refinement.

After inspecting the layout of the house and making sure there were no traps, Han Feng began setting down several Dou Qi patterns around the area.

The formation created from these Dou Qi patterns could provide protection, isolation, and warnings.

Only after finishing all this did Han Feng finally relax.

Lin Xian'er had already chosen her own bedroom, then pulled Han Feng toward the largest room.

"Master, this is the best room. It's for you."

Han Feng rubbed Lin Xian'er's head. "Thank you, Xian'er."

Lin Xian'er smiled shyly. "Master, then I'll go back to my room and sort out my things first."

She waved her arm, which bore the White Jade Bracelet Han Feng had given her. It stored some of her daily necessities.

"Go on."

Watching the Little Girl's cheerful retreating figure, Han Feng felt somewhat gratified.

After spending this time together, the girl had finally emerged from the shadows.

Entering the room, Han Feng made a few simple arrangements.

He would not actually be staying here for long. Most of his time would have to be spent outside searching for the Green Lotus Core Flame.

That meant Xian'er would be left living here alone.

Although Lin Xian'er had become very independent and sensible after her earlier hardships, she was still only a five-year-old child.

For everyday matters like cleaning and cooking, she still needed someone to take care of things.

Han Feng thought that he would go out later and see whether he could find a suitable person.

Leaving the room and entering the courtyard, Han Feng called Lin Xian'er over.