Battle Through the Heavens: I Am Han Feng, and I Respect the Teacher and Value the Dao - Chapter 6

After hesitating for a moment, Han Feng still stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Tap, tap, tap!

"Who is it?"

A delicate female voice came from inside. Han Feng was visibly taken aback.

"I am Han Feng. I sensed... fluctuations from a Heavenly Flame here, so I came to investigate. If I have disturbed you, I sincerely apologize."

The room remained silent for a long while. Just as Han Feng was about to leave, the delicate voice came again.

"Come in first."

Han Feng adjusted his bathrobe and put on another outer garment, making himself look more presentable.

Opening the door, Han Feng stepped inside and saw only a petite little girl leaning against the bed. Her face was unusually pale, and she stared at him warily with a pair of large, watery eyes.

Han Feng scanned the room but saw no adults. Then, focusing his Soul Power, he sensed that faint fluctuation of Heavenly Flame—it was emanating from the little girl's body.

How was that possible?!

Heavenly Flames were Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects. How could one be hidden inside a little girl's body?

Even if that were true, where would a little girl find the strength to withstand a Heavenly Flame?

"Please, have a seat, sir."

This was far beyond Han Feng's expectations. He stood there in shock until the little girl reacted first and invited him to sit.

"Little girl, where are the adults in your family?"

Seeing that the girl was somewhat wary, Han Feng did not approach too closely. After sitting on a chair beside the table, he asked patiently.

"Sir, answer me first. Who are you? I don't think I've seen you in the Xiao Family before."

"I am Han Feng. I came to visit the Xiao Family today and, at Patriarch Xiao's invitation, am staying the night as a guest."

After only a few exchanges, Han Feng had already stopped treating the little girl before him as an ordinary child.

Ordinary children were not this calm and composed.

"So it's Mr. Han. Hello."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the girl's forehead. It was obvious that she was in pain, yet she still spoke with poise.

Han Feng nodded in greeting. "Hello."

Just as the little girl was about to say something, the Heavenly Flame fluctuations surged again, and she curled up in pain.

"Little girl, you're too young. The Heavenly Flame in your body may injure you."

Han Feng frowned. It seemed there really was no adult looking after her.

"It's fine. I'm all right."

The little girl clutched her chest as she spoke.

Han Feng said no more. He took out several medicinal ingredients from his storage ring and began mixing them on the spot.

Boom!

With a simple roast from the Sea Heart Flame, the medicinal ingredients melted together into a bowl of medicinal soup.

"Sir has a Heavenly Flame too?"

The little girl looked astonished, finally revealing a trace of childlike innocence.

"That's right. I have my own Heavenly Flame as well, so you don't need to be so wary."

Han Feng placed the prepared medicinal soup on the table and asked, "Does no one usually take care of you?"

The girl shook her head.

Han Feng covertly glanced at the shadow by the wall. Seeing that the other party said nothing, he did not press the matter.

"You should still tell Patriarch Xiao. In your current condition, someone ought to be taking care of you."

With that, he rose on his own initiative and carried the medicinal soup to the bedside.

The little girl drew herself back slightly and sat up.

"Mr. Han, what is this?"

"Medicinal soup to ease the power of the Heavenly Flame."

Han Feng poured himself a cup and drank it, showing that it was not poisonous.

"Mr. Han is an alchemist?"

The little girl accepted the cup and sniffed it. It carried a faint fragrance.

"Mm."

Though she was only a little girl, Han Feng showed no impatience whatsoever. His tone was exceptionally gentle.

The little girl hesitated for a few seconds before taking a tiny sip.

It was unexpectedly delicious!

The little girl looked up at Han Feng. Perhaps appearances reflected the heart—she instinctively felt that he was a good person.

"Little girl, would you mind if I checked your pulse?"

The little girl blinked, then silently held out her little hand.

In the shadow along the wall, something was already visibly stirring, as though it might erupt at any moment.

Had the little girl not imperceptibly shaken her head, a conflict might already have broken out.

Han Feng placed his broad palm over the little girl's slender, soft wrist and quietly sensed the changes in her pulse, as well as... the rhythm of the Heavenly Flame's power.

"This is..."

Han Feng's expression changed abruptly. Within that tiny wisp of Heavenly Flame power, he seemed to see a colossal golden flame sword holding up the heavens and earth. The blade gave a soft hum, and the entire sky trembled.

"Golden Emperor!"

Han Feng finally understood what this Heavenly Flame was.

This was the inherited Heavenly Flame of the ancient Dou God Clan—the Gu Clan. Ranked fourth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking, it was the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame!

"Little girl, what is your relationship with the Gu Clan?"

Whoosh!

The moment those words were spoken, the shadow by the wall finally rippled. A pitch-black figure rose from within it, holding sharp blades in both hands.

"Elder Ling!"

The girl hurriedly stopped Black Shadow.

However, Black Shadow stared fixedly at Han Feng and demanded, "Who exactly are you?"

Han Feng was not surprised by Black Shadow's appearance. He had long sensed that someone was hiding there.

"It seems that although the Xiao Family has declined, it still has hidden talents."

Han Feng's thoughts turned, and he quickly pieced everything together.

The person before him should be the Gu Clan's Eldest Young Lady—Gu Xun'er. She was the future inheritor of the Divine Bloodline and also the holder of the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame.

In his previous life, Xiao Yan had never mentioned Gu Xun'er to Han Feng. Naturally, he had no idea that Gu Xun'er was staying in the Xiao Family at this point in time.

"My teacher, Venerable Yao, once happened to hear of matters concerning the Eight Great Clans."

Han Feng said.

"Venerable Yao?"

Black Shadow revealed himself. He was a Black Robe Man wearing a mask.

"Could it be Venerable Yao of Starfall Pavilion?"

"Precisely."

Yao Chen's name carried considerable weight. As the continent's foremost alchemist, and a forthright man besides, many people knew of him.

This Black Robe Man clearly knew as well. Upon hearing that Han Feng was Venerable Yao's disciple, his attitude softened considerably.

"Why did you come to the Xiao Family?"

After a moment of silence, the man called Elder Ling continued questioning him.

Han Feng did not answer.

"We can discuss that later. First, we should stabilize... Miss Gu's condition. Being scorched by a Heavenly Flame is no pleasant experience."

Elder Ling looked at Han Feng and did not try to stop him again.

The title of Venerable Yao's disciple still carried some weight.

Although the clan leader had once said that the Young Lady's condition was normal, Elder Ling was not an alchemist. How could he know the details?

If someone could ease the Young Lady's pain, that would be a good thing.

"Miss Gu, finish the medicinal soup while it's still hot. Calming the Heavenly Flame later will likely take some time."

Han Feng comforted her gently.

His casual tone made it seem as though he did not take the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame seriously at all.

Han Feng's confident bearing affected the other two as well. Elder Ling silently walked over to the table and chairs in the distance, sitting down without disturbing them.

The little girl cooperatively gulped down the medicinal soup, leaving a drop of it hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Han Feng took out a clean cloth and wiped her mouth for her.

The gesture made the little girl's cheeks flush, as though she felt a little embarrassed.

"All right, give me your hand."

The little girl obediently held out her hand. Only then did she realize that ever since taking the first sip of the medicinal soup, the Heavenly Flame in her body had stopped acting up so frequently.

Han Feng held her small, soft hand, his expression turning serious.

After carefully understanding the little girl's present condition, he discovered that there was a complete Heavenly Flame seal within her body, preventing that violent energy from destroying her body.

There was no danger to her life. At most, while her cultivation was still weak, the occasional Heavenly Flame aura leaking out would torment her terribly.

Perhaps the person who had placed this seal also wanted the little girl to gradually adapt to the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame in advance.

Han Feng did not agree with this method of training. If he had not encountered it, he naturally would not interfere. But now that this little girl had chosen to trust him, he could not betray that trust.

His Soul Power seeped into the little girl's body through her hand and collided head-on with the dispersed Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame.

The next instant, Han Feng's consciousness was pulled into a certain "battlefield."

This was the will of the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame.

Since ancient times, it had been captured by an expert of the Gu Clan. The Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame had then been passed down as the Gu Clan's inherited Heavenly Flame until the present day.

Nurtured for so long, the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame's strength was likely no weaker than that of a Dou Saint.

Only People of the Gu Clan could subdue such a powerful flame.

Outsiders, even if they merely touched its will, would be destroyed outright.

Han Feng felt a tremor descend from the sky of the illusion. Then, flames filling the heavens transformed into countless golden sword shadows that rained down toward him.

This was a clash of wills. If he became afraid, he would likely be defeated immediately.

But would Han Feng be afraid?

He had stopped being afraid long ago.

Whoosh!

The ground beneath Han Feng suddenly split apart, and springs erupted from it. Vast amounts of seawater flooded the entire world in the blink of an eye, wave after wave rising higher and higher as they slowly lifted Han Feng upward.

Swoosh!

Golden sword light descended, erupting into golden flames and instantly evaporating some of the seawater.

As more and more golden sword shadows came crashing down,

Han Feng took a deep breath. The seawater phenomenon beneath his feet surged upward, forming an earth-shaking tsunami behind him.

The golden sword shadows struck the curtain of seawater, scattering sparks everywhere. Unfortunately, they sank into the sea in the next instant and vanished without a trace.