Brother Er Leng, Get Ready to Make Your Move!

Time flowed on.

In the blink of an eye, over a year had passed since Han Feng arrived at the Seven Profound Sect.

Only one month remained until the agreed-upon date between Han Li and Doctor Mo.

Inside the room, Han Feng sat cross-legged, slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid breath.

He opened the semi-transparent panel that only he could see.

Now, his height had shot up to one meter ninety, with a solid frame, smooth muscle lines, and explosive power coiled within.

This physique was nothing like that of a twelve-year-old boy; instead, it resembled an adult martial artist who had tempered his body for years.

All of this was thanks to the Elephant Armor Skill.

[Cultivation Technique: Elephant Armor Skill (Peak Layer)]

Like Positive Yang Force, this external hard martial art, after reaching the Ninth Layer, had also revealed a "+" sign for further Attribute Addition.

After spending the accumulated Attribute Points, this technique had also reached the end of mortal martial arts.

Now, ordinary blades could hardly harm Han Feng; his body's toughness rivaled refined metal.

Both Internal Force and External Martial Arts had reached their peak.

Beyond that, the Attribute Panel quietly held 140 Attribute Points.

These were deliberately saved by Han Feng for future cultivation techniques; he hadn't wasted them on mortal martial arts.

After all, martial arts were just a stepping stone.

The immortal path of longevity and eternal life was his true pursuit.

Knock, knock, knock.

The courtyard gate was rapped.

Two days later, Li Feiyu came looking for him again.

"Han Feng, come on, have a few drinks with your brother!"

Li Feiyu's face was beaming, radiating an air of triumph.

Han Feng smiled and agreed.

Inside a private room at the tavern, Li Feiyu filled their cups and sighed with emotion.

"Han Feng, honestly, the luckiest thing in my life was bringing you out of Han Family Village back then!"

Now, with Han Feng's occasional guidance, Li Feiyu's martial arts had advanced greatly, securing him a firm place among the First-rate Masters in the sect.

His status had also risen, from the Senior Disciple Brother of the Outer Blade Hall to a Protector with real power.

If not for his young Age, he might have climbed even higher.

Even his marriage to Zhang Xiuer had been settled.

Elder Zhang had already relented; in half a year, the two would wed.

Fame, fortune, and beauty—he had it all.

In Li Feiyu's own words, he had no regrets left in this life.

He knew well that his current success depended on the two brothers, Han Li and Han Feng.

The pills Han Li secretly refined for him had greatly alleviated the side effects of the Marrow Extraction Pill, giving him several more years to live.

And Han Feng had not only pushed his martial arts further but, more importantly, by riding on the momentum of Han Feng's future status as Young Sect Master, he had smoothly won the woman he loved.

"Brother Li is too kind. If not for you, I'd still be farming in Han Family Village."

Han Feng raised his glass, clinked it with Li Feiyu's, and downed it in one gulp.

"By the way, how's Brother Er Leng doing lately?"

At the mention of Han Li, Li Feiyu's smile faded a bit, and he let out a sigh.

"Don't even mention it. Ever since that kid caught Doctor Mo's eye, he's been like a ghost, hiding out all day, and I have no idea where he's holed up.

That feathered beast Doctor Mo sent, the Cloud Wing Bird, circles over Divine Hand Valley every day. There's no way to get close."

Li Feiyu was a bit frustrated.

He had wanted to find a chance to invite Han Li and Han Feng, along with Zhang Xiuer, for a proper gathering and a drink to thank them for their help.

Unfortunately, that wish had never come true.

Han Feng was silent.

The Cloud Wing Bird's surveillance meant Doctor Mo had lost patience; the day of Body Seizure was imminent.

After a night of heavy drinking, Han Feng saw off a satisfied Li Feiyu.

He returned to his own courtyard, and the smell of alcohol dissipated instantly under the circulation of his profound Internal Force.

It was time.

Less than a month remained until the one-year deadline; any delay could invite trouble.

Strike first to gain the upper hand; strike second and you'll suffer disaster!

Doctor Mo must be dealt with as quickly as possible.

He pulled a bundle from under the bed and changed into clothes that blended with the forest colors.

This was to avoid detection by the Cloud Wing Bird.

Then, silently, he left the courtyard and crept toward Divine Hand Valley.

Outside Divine Hand Valley, beneath a remote cliff, a nondescript cave was hidden.

Han Feng's figure quietly appeared in the nearby dense forest.

He looked up and saw a yellow bird perched on a branch above the cave entrance, its black bean-like eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

A Cloud Wing Bird.

So it was here.

Han Feng didn't act rashly. He suppressed his aura, merging with the surrounding grass and trees, waiting patiently.

He had all the time in the world.

Two hours later, the Cloud Wing Bird seemed to receive some command. It flapped its wings, turned into a streak of yellow, and shot toward Divine Hand Valley.

It seemed to be reporting to Doctor Mo.

At its speed, a round trip would take no more than half an incense stick's time.

Now's the time!

Han Feng's figure burst from the forest, closing in on the cave entrance in a few flickering steps.

Without a moment's hesitation, he slipped straight inside.

The cave was dim, filled with a strange mix of medicinal herbs and sweat.