Han Li: Take these pills, come back for more when you're done!

Outside the door, Li Feiyu's tall figure blocked almost all the light.

"I'll take you to see your cousin."

Han Feng's heart skipped a beat, then he quickly followed.

The path to Divine Hand Valley was somewhat remote, with denser trees around and the light growing dimmer.

"By the way, Xiao Feng."

Li Feiyu, walking ahead, suddenly spoke. "Now that you've formally joined the Seven Profound Sect, stop practicing that Li Huo Gong I taught you on the road."

Han Feng froze and stopped in his tracks.

Li Feiyu turned around, his expression quite serious. "That was just some rogue technique I stumbled upon in the martial world—nothing proper. After you see your cousin, I'll go back and teach you the sect's Positive Yang Force."

He emphasized his tone. "Positive Yang Force is the authentic Internal Cultivation Method passed down through our Seven Profound Sect. If you cultivate it diligently, you might even reach the Innate Realm someday!"

The Innate Realm!

Those four words were practically synonymous with an Immortal on Land among mortal martial artists.

Han Feng immediately understood Li Feiyu's meaning. This was both guidance and a gesture of goodwill, truly treating him as one of his own.

Without any hesitation, he nodded at once. "Mm, I'll do whatever Brother Li says."

This obedient, well-behaved demeanor pleased Li Feiyu greatly.

This kid wasn't just sharp—he knew his limits and understood when to advance or retreat. He was indeed good material.

Li Feiyu had already decided in his heart to nurture Han Feng as a trusted subordinate.

After walking a bit longer, the two arrived at a clearing in the woods.

Li Feiyu stopped and signaled for Han Feng to be quiet.

The forest was very still, with only the rustle of wind through the leaves.

Han Feng held his breath, his gaze alertly sweeping the surroundings.

He knew this was the place from the original story where Han Li and Li Feiyu often met.

Soon, movement came from deep within the dense woods.

A figure stepped out unhurriedly, treading on fallen leaves.

The newcomer was about thirteen or fourteen, wearing an ordinary gray disciple robe. His build was still somewhat thin, and his features were utterly plain—the kind of person you'd lose in a crowd and never find again.

But the moment Han Feng saw him, his heart pounded uncontrollably.

It was him!

Though younger and more immature than he'd imagined, that steady aura and the faint resemblance in his features to the folks of Han Family Village all pointed to who this was.

The future Heavenly Venerate Han, Old Demon Han!

"Junior Brother Han, take a look at who I've brought you." Li Feiyu laughed heartily, calling out to the figure.

Han Li's gaze shifted from Li Feiyu to the little kid beside him.

He studied Han Feng, and the more he looked, the more that young face felt strangely familiar.

"You are..." Han Li's steps faltered as he ventured, "A Niu?"

A Niu was the nickname this body had gone by in the village before Han Feng transmigrated.

A strange feeling surged in Han Feng's heart. He grinned, flashing a bright smile, and called out in a childish voice tinged with admiration, "Brother Er Leng, it's me!"

"A Niu, it really is you!"

After years away from home, suddenly seeing a close relative here—even Han Li, whose temperament was far more composed than his peers, couldn't suppress his excitement.

He rushed over in a few quick strides, grabbing Han Feng's shoulders and looking him up and down, making sure he wasn't dreaming.

"How did you end up here? You... you joined the Seven Profound Sect?"

Han Li noticed the brand-new Outer Disciple uniform on Han Feng.

"Yeah, Brother Er Leng!"

Han Feng seized the chance to play the family card, his young face full of admiration and dependence. "Dad said you'd made a name for yourself here, so I begged Uncle to let Brother Li bring me to you!"

Come to me?

Han Li's heart twisted with a bitter smile at those words.

He thought of how Doctor Mo had been looking at him lately—with increasingly undisguised greed and strangeness—and felt a chill run down his spine.

He was like a clay Buddha crossing a river, barely able to save himself. How could he protect anyone else?

But he wouldn't say that to his delighted little cousin.

Seeing Han Feng's trusting, worshipful face, Han Li's heart warmed, and he buried all his worries deep.

He reached out and patted Han Feng's thin shoulder, saying firmly, "Good, you're here now! From now on, make a name for yourself here—bring honor to our Han family!"

Then he turned to Li Feiyu and clasped his fists solemnly.

"Senior Brother Li, my cousin is still young. From now on... I'll have to ask you to look after him."

Li Feiyu laughed heartily and patted his chest in assurance. "Junior Brother Han, don't worry! Xiao Feng is a member of my Outer Blade Hall now. With me looking out for him, who would dare to bully him?"

Only with this guarantee did Han Li finally feel at ease.

He then instructed Han Feng, "A Niu, I live in Divine Hand Valley, a bit out of the way. You've just arrived, so get familiar with the sect's environment first. If anything comes up later, come find me in these woods."

"Mm! I've got it, cousin!" Han Feng nodded firmly.

The three chatted a bit more about everyday matters. Han Li asked about the situation back home, and Han Feng answered each question in turn.