Han Zhangxiang leaped over, took out a golden pill, and handed it to Han Benfu.
Without a second thought, Han Benfu swallowed the golden pill, sat down cross-legged, and began circulating her cultivation to heal her injuries.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Han Benfu finished her meditation. The color had returned to her face. She rose to her feet and said to Han Zhangxiang, "Patriarch, I've formed my Nascent Soul."
"From now on, our family will have two Nascent Soul Cultivators. If Changming and the others learn that you've formed your Nascent Soul, they'll definitely be delighted."
Han Zhangxiang's face was brimming with joy.
"Patriarch, is there still no news from my father and mother?"
Han Benfu asked curiously. The last time she had seen Han Changming was more than a century ago, and even then, it had only been through a large communication array.
"No. We can't contact him unless he contacts us."
Han Zhangxiang shook his head repeatedly. He had nothing that could move Nangong Yunyan's heart. Han Changming could seek him out, but he had no way to contact Han Changming.
Han Benfu was somewhat disappointed by this.
"Don't worry. Changming and the others must be doing very well. The Ten Thousand Gourds Merchant Association they established is affiliated with the Hundred Beasts Merchant Alliance, so nothing will happen to them. You've only just entered the Nascent Soul Realm, so recuperate properly for a while."
Han Zhangxiang comforted her.
Han Benfu agreed and headed to another cave residence to recuperate.
Han Zhangxiang returned to his residence and took out a jade slip, pressing it against his forehead.
A while later, he removed the jade slip, silently recited the incantation for his cultivation art, and began cultivating.
Countless crimson sparks suddenly surged