Han Li's Gift of a Thousand Year Spirit Medicine! Next Stop, Yuanwu Country!

Within the Seven Profound Sect, on the very day Han Feng left, Wang Juechu announced to the outside world that he had accepted Li Feiyu as his final disciple.

As soon as this news broke, the entire sect was shaken once again.

Then came a second piece of news.

Li Feiyu was promoted out of turn and appointed as the Hall Master of the Outer Blade Hall!

For a time, Li Feiyu's residence was thronged with visitors, a steady stream of people coming to offer their congratulations.

Amid the clamor of celebratory greetings, Li Feiyu seemed somewhat distracted.

Because he had received a letter sent by someone from Han Feng's brother, containing only a few brief words informing him that they had already left.

Li Feiyu pushed past everyone and rushed madly toward Divine Hand Valley.

The valley remained the same, the grass and trees lush and green.

But there was no trace of Han Li or Han Feng to be found.

Li Feiyu stood at the mouth of the valley, staring blankly at the empty wooden cabin. After a long while, he let out a long sigh.

A trace of indescribable loneliness crossed his face as he murmured softly to the empty valley.

"Brother... take care!"

On the official road, a horse-drawn carriage traveled unhurriedly eastward.

Inside the carriage, Han Feng and Han Li sat facing each other, while Qu Hun sat quietly in the corner like a statue.

The destination of this carriage was none other than the Han Family Village where they were born.

Han Li lifted a corner of the curtain and gazed at the scenery receding outside the window, a mix of melancholy and anticipation in his eyes.

He had left home at the age of ten, and now he was a youth of seventeen.

Nearly seven years of time were enough to change so many things.

He wondered if his parents at home were safe and well, and whether his little sister had grown into a young woman by now.

Compared to Han Li's nervousness at nearing home, Han Feng's emotions were not as stirred.

After all, he had transmigrated here.

In this village, at most, he had only stayed a few days.

The people in the village were nothing more than fleeting passersby on his life's journey; the emotional ties he felt were far less deep than those with his master Wang Juechu and the old acquaintances from the Seven Profound Sect.

The carriage traveled for several days and finally arrived at the Han Family Village one afternoon.

The big locust tree at the village entrance was still the same, but the village's scenery had changed greatly.

The two brothers got off the carriage and walked slowly into the village.

Soon, they spotted the Han family's new residence.

The old, dilapidated mud-brick house was long gone, replaced by a spacious courtyard with green tiles and blue bricks.

Thanks to the silver the two brothers had continuously sent back from the Seven Profound Sect over the years, the Han family had now become the leading wealthy household in the Han Family Village!

The courtyard gate was wide open, and a large red double-happiness character was pasted on both sides of the entrance.

A small band of musicians was playing loudly in front of the gate, the sounds of suonas and drums blending into a lively cacophony.

Today was the day Han Li's little sister was getting married.

Han Li stood at a distance, not stepping forward to acknowledge her.

He just watched quietly, watching the little girl with yellow hair in his memory, now a graceful young woman, her head covered by a red veil, being helped into the bridal sedan chair amid a chorus of blessings amid the clamor of firecrackers, the wedding procession gradually faded away.

Only when that touch of red completely disappeared down the village path did Han Li withdraw his gaze.

He turned around and said softly to Han Feng.

"Let's go."

With this matter settled in his heart, it was time to set off.

The two did not linger any longer. With Qu Hun, they quietly left the Han Family Village.

At a fork in the road not far from the village, two carriages that had been prepared in advance were waiting.

It was time to part ways.

Han Li's plan was to head to the Mo Family in Lanzhou, and Han Feng was not worried about that.

With Han Li's current strength and temperament, plus Qu Hun as a powerful trump card, dealing with those mortals of the Mo Family was more than enough.

"Brother Feng, take these..."

Han Li took a cloth pouch from his Storage Bag and handed it to Han Feng.

Because Han Feng had mentioned before that in the Immortal Cultivation World, some aged medicinal herbs were also very valuable and could be used for trade.

However, Han Feng had not told Han Li exactly how valuable those herbs were.

"Doctor Mo used to collect quite a few aged medicinal herbs, but I don't know much about them—maybe they'll be of use to you..."

Han Feng took the cloth pouch, opened it, and glanced inside.

A rich fragrance of medicine rushed toward him.

Inside the pouch were seven or eight herbs of various shapes, each stored in a fine wooden box, brimming with Spiritual Energy.

Han Feng only opened it for a quick look, but his heart was already filled with surprise.

Among them, at least three or four were thousand-year-old spirit herbs, and the rest were all rare specimens several hundred years old.

Doctor Mo's collection?

That excuse was far too flimsy.

These were clearly grown using that Little Green Bottle.

Still, he naturally wouldn't expose Han Li's well-meaning lie.

This gift from his cousin, he accepted with a clear conscience.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony."

"See you at the Southern Wasteland Gathering in a few months!" Han Feng put away the pouch and said solemnly.

"See you at the Southern Wasteland Gathering!"

Han Li also clasped his fists.

The two brothers exchanged no further words, each boarding their carriage and heading off in different directions, parting ways.

The carriage slowly started moving. Han Feng leaned back inside, and with a thought, the translucent Attribute Panel unfolded before his eyes.