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

"Why?"

"I don't know either."

Qinglin answered foolishly.

"Then let me take a look."

"But..."

"It's okay. My master will protect you. You don't have to be afraid of what the people in the city say anymore."

"Really?"

Hope appeared in Qinglin's eyes.

"Mhm!"

Lin Xian'er promised proudly.

Her master was the strongest!

And the best!

"Then... then I'll let you see."

Qinglin had occasionally sneaked looks herself. She thought the blue scales on her hand were crystal-clear like jade and very pretty.

Qinglin lifted the sleeve over her arm, revealing several small blue scales.

Lin Xian'er exclaimed in surprise, "They're so pretty!"

"You think so too, right?"

Qinglin's eyes curved into crescents as she smiled happily.

"Can I touch them?"

"Of course!"

The two Little Girls played around in the room until Han Feng knocked on the door.

"Xian'er, dinner's ready."

"Got it!"

Lin Xian'er took Qinglin's hand and led her out of the room.

"Master, look! Qinglin has beautiful scales on her hand!"

Lin Xian'er happily shared the beautiful sight with Han Feng.

But Ye Qingyun, standing nearby, turned pale with fright.

Green Wood Longevity Body

When Han Feng saw the blue scales on Qinglin's arm, his gaze sharpened. Then his expression returned to normal as he said, "They really are beautiful. Eat first."

Lin Xian'er smiled at Qinglin. "See? I told you my master is very nice."

Qinglin nodded, and a happy smile appeared on her face again.

Yet she failed to notice Ye Qingyun's awful expression nearby. Bound by the circumstances, she did not dare reveal it directly.

After dinner, Han Feng stood up. "Qingyun, clear the table. Xian'er, bring Qinglin to my room."

Ye Qingyun froze, just about to speak, when she saw Han Feng smiling as he patted the two Little Girls on the head.

Seeing the affection in Han Feng's expression, Ye Qingyun instinctively trusted him and said no more.

She began clearing the table, wondering how she should confess the truth to Han Feng later.

No matter what, the fact that Qinglin carried serpentfolk blood could not be changed.

If Han Feng refused to take them in because of it, Ye Qingyun would have no choice but to find another way.

Lin Xian'er brought Qinglin to Han Feng's room. Han Feng beckoned for Qinglin to come closer.

"Master."

Qinglin imitated her mother's tone and bowed to Han Feng.

Han Feng waved his hand.

"Just call me Uncle Han."

"Uncle Han?"

Qinglin blinked her emerald-green eyes and looked up curiously.

"Qinglin, hold out your hand and let Uncle take a look."

"Okay!"

Qinglin obediently held out the arm covered in blue scales.

"Uncle Han, be gentle when you touch them. If you use too much strength, it'll hurt."

Qinglin thought Han Feng wanted to play with her scales too, so she reminded him.

Han Feng nearly failed to keep a straight face. He glanced at Lin Xian'er, who scratched her head with an awkward smile.

Clearly, someone had already hurt Qinglin.

Han Feng gently placed his hand on Qinglin's wrist, closed his eyes, and sensed the life fluctuations within the little girl's body.

After scanning her body as a whole, Han Feng opened his eyes in surprise.

Contrary to what he had expected, Qinglin's Life Origin was extremely abundant—far beyond that of ordinary people.

What was going on?

In theory, most children born from unions between serpentfolk and humans did not live to adulthood. That was the consequence of the difference between species.

Only high-grade medicinal pills could regulate their bodies and ensure that the child was born healthy.

Yet Han Feng's examination had clearly revealed that Qinglin's Life Origin was powerful. Could it be that this mother and daughter were hiding some other secret?

"Uncle Han?"

Qinglin's childish voice snapped Han Feng back to his senses. Looking at the child, who was only two years old, Han Feng shook his head with a smile.

"That's enough. Xian'er, take Qinglin out to play."

As if granted a pardon, Lin Xian'er grabbed Qinglin's hand and ran outside.

Han Feng was left with a headache. He had merely gone out once, yet even the maid he had brought back was hiding secrets.

Knock, knock, knock.

Just then, someone knocked on Han Feng's door.

"Master, may I come in?"

Ye Qingyun's voice came from outside.

"Come in."

Click.

A married woman with green hair tied up and loose home clothes walked in.

If one ignored the scar on her face, she truly had an extraordinary bearing.

It seemed that her claim of once being a Young Lady from a prominent family was true.

Ye Qingyun slightly raised her head. Seeing Han Feng looking at her expressionlessly, she immediately panicked.

She dropped to her knees with a thud. "Master, I'm sorry."

"What do you have to apologize to me for?"

Han Feng asked mildly.

"I... I hid the truth about Qinglin. She... she really does have serpentfolk blood."

Han Feng said nothing.

The room fell silent.

Ye Qingyun pressed her forehead to the floor, her body trembling nonstop.

She was terrified. Would Han Feng beat her and her daughter to death?

"Qinglin's father was a serpentfolk?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember who he was?"

A horrifying memory surfaced in Ye Qingyun's mind. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She could not even remember how many of them there had been.

"There were so many of them. I... I can't remember."

Han Feng froze, then a deep sense of guilt surged through his heart.

"I'm sorry."

He apologized to his maid once more.

Ye Qingyun wiped away her tears without saying a word, though her body still trembled.

Han Feng stepped forward and helped her up, taking out a handkerchief to wipe her cheeks.

"I asked because children born from serpentfolk and humans are usually frail and rarely live to adulthood."

Ye Qingyun's body shook as she looked at Han Feng through tear-filled eyes.

"What? Qinglin, she... she..."

Han Feng hurriedly reassured her.

"Don't worry. I examined Qinglin just now. She's very healthy."

"That's good. That's good."

Ye Qingyun heaved a huge sigh of relief. Her body suddenly went limp, and she fell into Han Feng's arms.

The room fell quiet.

Ye Qingyun's face instantly flushed red. She hurriedly pulled herself away from Han Feng, apologizing repeatedly. "Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

A filthy woman like her had actually offended her master just now.

Han Feng's heart remained still as water. He looked at Ye Qingyun with pity.

"You don't need to apologize. This isn't your fault."

He placed a hand on her head and gently stroked it.

"You were merely an innocent victim caught in the crossfire of a war between two nations."

Han Feng's gentle voice gradually calmed Ye Qingyun. She closed her eyes and savored the peace of this moment.

The instant their bodies touched, Han Feng used his soul to scan Ye Qingyun's body.

For a woman who had suffered hunger for years, the condition of her body was naturally a complete mess.

However, what surprised Han Feng was that a small cluster of emerald-green life essence lay hidden within her body.

That essence silently supported Ye Qingyun's severely damaged body.

Without it, Ye Qingyun would likely have died long ago.

Han Feng carefully examined Ye Qingyun's physical constitution and finally came to the conclusion behind everything.

"Green Wood Longevity Body."

Han Feng murmured, his amazement impossible to hide.

So it was because the mother possessed a powerful constitution that Qinglin had been given a healthy body.

In the cultivation world, some cultivators were born with enviable constitutions. They were born prodigies, capable of advancing faster than ordinary people while also possessing certain special abilities.

Lin Xian'er's Calamity Poison Body was the progenitor of all poison wielders.

The Green Wood Longevity Body might not be as monstrous as the Calamity Poison Body, but it still possessed remarkable potential.