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

Back in the alchemy room, the Rank 7 Innate Pill floated quietly above the Myriad Beast Cauldron, faint Ling Yun radiating from its surface as a rich fragrance filled the air.

When Han Feng approached, the Innate Pill seemed to possess intelligence. It flew up on its own and circled the ceiling.

With a flick of his finger, Han Feng sent a halo of soul energy precisely into the pill. The Innate Pill immediately flew back into his hand.

It had originally been a Mid Rank 7 pill, yet he had forcibly refined it into a High Rank 7 pill.

Now, it was more than enough to repair his hidden injuries.

Without further delay, Han Feng left the alchemy room and entered the cultivation chamber.

Sitting cross-legged, he swallowed the Innate Pill in one gulp, formed a hand seal, and began refining it.

Dou Qi, First Stage!

The moment the pill entered his mouth, it felt cool and refreshing. Once swallowed, it gave rise to a gentle aura that soothed his heart and mind.

Healing pills lacked the fierce potency of breakthrough pills, and their ingredients did not include violent substances such as magical beast cores.

Refining one was more of an enjoyment.

The gentle Medicinal Power repaired the hidden injuries within him. Han Feng's brows relaxed as he quietly savored the process of his body regaining its vitality.

As a Rank 7 Pill, the Innate Pill not only had excellent healing effects, but could also nourish one's complexion and slow the effects of aging.

For those elderly, frail Female Dou Huangs who had no chance of advancing to Dou Zong, the Innate Pill was practically a divine medicine.

However, not every Dou Emperor could afford a Rank 7 Pill.

Only Dou Emperors with backing and influence could buy one.

When the refinement ended, the effects were perfect. Han Feng had repaired every hidden injury in his body, and his entire person seemed rejuvenated, looking much younger.

Han Feng had not married in his previous life, and it seemed that he had no relatives in this life either.

No matter which Han Feng it was, both had tacitly chosen to remain single when it came to life's major affairs.

However, Yao Chen's final words in his previous life had mentioned his regret at never holding a grandson or granddaughter.

Therefore, Han Feng decided that in this life, he would do his best to fulfill his Teacher's final wish.

Although he did not understand much about relations between men and women and even found them somewhat troublesome, actually doing it should not be difficult.

As he stepped out of the cultivation chamber, Han Feng felt more refreshed than ever before.

The troubles with his body had been dealt with for the time being.

Improving his aptitude was not something that could be resolved overnight, so he finally had the time to go out and take a look.

Returning to the Bamboo Grove Retreat, Han Feng picked up a brush and wrote a letter.

"To Jia Nan Academy..."

If Han Feng wished to deal with the Soul Clan in the future, the Eight Great Ancient Clans would forever remain a force that could not be ignored.

And Jia Nan Academy happened to have some connection with the Lei Clan.

Furthermore, Han Feng still did not know exactly where the Ancient Emperor's Cave Mansion was hidden. He only knew that it was also connected to Jia Nan Academy.

No matter what, Jia Nan Academy was unquestionably an extremely important place.

He needed to find a way to build good relations with them as soon as possible.

The key issue was that his reputation as the Medicine Emperor seemed to be negative within Jia Nan Academy.

It would not be easy to reverse that prejudice.

Still, no matter how difficult something was, he had to give it a try.

He would first show some goodwill and see how they responded.

After sending the letter, Han Feng took the time to meet with Maple City's key members.

The experts he had recruited were all fairly strong. There were five Dou Wang experts alone, as well as a Rank 5 Alchemist, enough to maintain the city's everyday pill expenses.

Even if he left for a while, there was no need to worry too much.

Although the Black Corner Region was a place of endless conflict, where small factions could be destroyed at any moment, Maple City was no ordinary force.

As long as he, a Rank 6 Alchemist, remained there, Maple City's status would be as stable as Mount Tai.

Three days later, Jia Nan Academy sent a reply.

Han Feng opened it and saw that the handwriting on the paper was forceful and powerful. The letter's author had some skill.

As for the contents, they were merely polite formalities. They did not embarrass Han Feng, only stating that official matters kept them busy and that they would speak with the Medicine Emperor another time if there was an opportunity.

The situation was not too bad. At least on the surface, both sides remained cordial. If he could find an opportunity to talk with them, he would surely gain something.

Such matters could only be handled gradually. There was no rushing them.

Setting aside the matter of Jia Nan Academy, Han Feng turned his attention back to the map on his desk, where a location had been circled.

"Wutan City."

The Xiao Clan, one of the Eight Great Ancient Clans, was now hidden within that small city.

He had learned this in his previous life. However, by then, the Xiao Clan had already been destroyed. Only one descendant of the Xiao family, Xiao Yan, remained. Using Jia Nan Academy as a stepping stone, he entered the Central Plains to search for the culprit who had destroyed his clan.

Because Han Feng and Xiao Yan shared the Soul Clan as a common enemy, they had crossed paths during the future "War Against the Soul Clan."

Eight great clans, Eight Ancient Jade.

Since ancient times, every great clan had controlled a fragment of ancient jade.

The Xiao Clan's destruction was likely because of that ancient jade as well.

Han Feng himself had no particular thoughts about the ancient jade. In his previous life, they had fought desperately to protect it, only to be defeated by the Soul Clan in the end.

Without sufficient strength, protecting the ancient jade had no meaning whatsoever.

"I'll pay the Xiao Clan a visit first. I owed that kid Xiao Yan a favor back then, so I have to repay it in this life."

At the very least, they should not be wiped out in confusion without even knowing why.

Something like the Tou She Ancient God Jade was a treasure that invited disaster.

Of course, he also wanted to see what the Xiao Clan was like now.

It had once been the foremost of the Eight Great Clans, the most powerful Dou God Clan.

With that thought, Han Feng did not remain in Maple City any longer. After giving his subordinates a few instructions, he left alone.

News of Han Feng leaving the city soon spread, but no faction dared blindly make a move against Maple City. Especially after that pill lightning descended a few days ago, many Black Corner Region experts had already begun considering how they might curry favor with Han Feng in the future.

Black Emperor Sect.

After hearing his subordinate's report, Mo Tianxing waved his hand and dismissed him.

"He left? Where is he going?"

Logically speaking, Han Feng had just refined a Rank 7 Pill. This should have been the best time for him to intimidate and subdue the many experts of the Black Corner Region.

No one would likely refuse the summons of a Rank 7 Alchemist, not even a Dou Zong like him!

Yet Han Feng had given up this opportunity. If he wished to gather them again in the future, the effect would probably not be as good as it was now.

"Perhaps he has some urgent matter?"

Mo Tianxing could only think that way.

No matter what, he would never have guessed that Han Feng did not care in the slightest about the Black Corner Region's experts, including him.

Half a month later.

Outside Wutan City in the northeastern region of the Jia Ma Empire, a man with tied-up hair and dressed in dark cyan robes walked forward at an unhurried pace. He raised his head to look at the broad, majestic city gate. The three large words "Wutan City" on the city wall had been painted in bright lacquer, their strokes grand and imposing.

He had finally arrived.

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Han Feng stepped into the city once more.

Compared to the ruins from his memories of his previous life, the current Wutan City could truly be called a city. Street vendors had set up stalls along the roads, pedestrians came and went, and customers chatted and laughed in small taverns.

Most people in this world were still ordinary folk.

Walking down the street, Han Feng felt an inexplicable sense of peace.

Was this the life of ordinary people? It seemed he had been removed from the mortal world for far too long.

In the great war of his previous life, countless living beings across the continent had perished, and even heaven and earth had wailed in grief.

Compared to that, the peace of the present truly deserved to be cherished.

When he arrived before the Xiao family's gate, Han Feng looked at the two Dou Zhes standing guard on either side and paused for several seconds.

This should... be the place, right?

"Patriarch, a distinguished guest came to the residence today. His appearance and bearing are extraordinary, and it seems he has come specifically to see you."

After meeting Han Feng, the steward felt unable to make the decision himself and came to report to Xiao Zhan.

"Oh?"

Xiao Zhan set down his brush and began to think.

A distinguished guest?

Could it be a friend from the Imperial Capital?

After the Xiao family had been forced to leave the Imperial Capital, nearly all the friends they had once kept in contact with had severed ties with them.

Only a few still remembered their old friendship.

"Then let us go meet him."

Xiao Zhan rose and walked toward the door.

Han Feng was sitting in the Xiao family's reception hall at the moment, feeling rather emotional over what he had just seen and heard.

From Dou Zhes guarding the gate to servants who were not even Dou Zhes, among all the Xiao family members he had seen coming and going, the strongest was merely an Eight-star Dou Zhe. He had yet to see even a single Dou Shi.

This... was truly that "Xiao Clan"?

Tap, tap, tap!

Heavy footsteps approached. Han Feng turned his head and finally saw a Dou Shi!

"I am Xiao Zhan, Patriarch of the Xiao family."

"I am Han Feng. I came uninvited, and I hope Patriarch Xiao will not take offense."

Seeing that the person he had come for had finally arrived, Han Feng stood up and returned the greeting solemnly.

"You look unfamiliar, sir... May I ask where you are from?"

Xiao Zhan was somewhat puzzled. Searching his memories, he could not recall ever meeting Han Feng.

"The Black Corner Region."

Clang!

Xiao Zhan's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, spilling a little tea.

The Black Corner Region? That Black Corner Region famed for its chaos?

Seeing the stunned look in Xiao Zhan's eyes, Han Feng explained, "My clan was destroyed when I was young. I traveled the continent with my Teacher, and now that I have completed my studies and returned, I barely manage to make a living in the Black Corner Region."

Xiao Zhan nodded, a look of realization appearing on his face.

It seemed this impressive young man was not as glamorous as he looked. Like the Xiao family, he also had a tragic past.

"My condolences, sir. May I ask what brings you to the Xiao family today?"

Han Feng cupped his hands in salute.

"I came specifically for Patriarch Xiao."

"Me?"

Xiao Zhan's eyes widened, his voice full of confusion.

"Yes."