Han Feng

The Xiao Family's relocation had naturally been ordered by Xiao Chen.

As for why they were moving to the Tagor Desert, the main reason was not merely the Heavenly Flames, but the sea of magma beneath the desert.

Although, for a Dou Saint, moving mountains and overturning seas to alter the environment of an entire region was merely a matter of lifting a hand,

Xiao Chen now only wanted to lie low.

After all, he was only an eight-star Dou Saint. Though that strength seemed to have placed him at the pinnacle of the Dou Qi Continent,

it was still far from enough in the eyes of the Soul Clan.

Xiao Xuan had been strong enough a thousand years ago, hadn't he? A half-step Dou Emperor, yet he and the entire Xiao Clan had still been annihilated by the Soul Clan.

Not to mention that, in the original story, the Soul Clan had fought the Ancient Clan, Thunder Ancestor, Flame Clan, Yao Clan, and Heavenly Mansion Alliance with the strength of a single clan. One could imagine just how terrifying their power and foundation were.

Moreover, against Hun Tiandi or even Nihility Devouring Flame, an eight-star Dou Saint might not last three moves before dying beyond salvation.

Therefore, for the sake of his own life, he had no intention of appearing before the public until he had stepped beyond the nine-star Dou Saint realm.

Especially before the Xiao Family.

"Black Corner Region."

Due to its peculiar geography, this place was practically the most chaotic region on the entire continent.

Countless powerful fugitives from various nations had fled here and established the most barbaric rules.

Furthermore, aside from humans, all kinds of races from across the continent gathered here.

It was practically a miniature reflection of the continent.

In the Black Corner Region, there were no laws whatsoever.

There was only one rule—the law of the jungle.

In other words, the strong devoured the weak.

The weak had no rights here.

This was an extremely pure region. So long as one wished it, even becoming a prostitute would draw no objection. Of course, the prerequisite was choosing one's clients carefully, or the outcome would likely be extremely miserable. In the Black Corner Region,

women could sometimes be even more frightening than men. There was only one reason: they had survived here. Furthermore, the Black Corner Region could also be considered an information crossroads of the continent.

Every day, countless pieces of intelligence spread from here, while countless more flowed in from outside. To put it plainly, if one wanted fame, wanted one's name to resound across the continent, the Black Corner Region could provide the quickest shortcut. Of course,

the prerequisite was possessing sufficient strength and capital. Otherwise, one's fame would not spread, but one's life would be lost instead. As a region renowned across the continent for its chaos, the Black Corner Region truly lived up to its name. Powerful people died here every day.

And every day, powerful people also poured in from outside. This region was filled with death, but also with challenges and temptations. Here, high-level cultivation methods, Dou Skills, divine weapons, armor, medicinal cauldrons, herbs, high-grade pills, and other items rarely seen elsewhere dazzled the eye.

It was even said that earth-tier cultivation methods had appeared at the Black Corner Region's auction houses on two occasions. Naturally, if one wished to obtain them, one had to pay a price. That price might be money, or it might be other items in exchange.

In short, there would never be such a thing as a pie falling from the sky in the Black Corner Region. A love of chaos and a leaning toward darkness seemed to be buried within human nature. Thus, although countless people knew that the region was shrouded in danger, they still rushed into it one after another. Some sought a shortcut to rapidly becoming famous throughout the continent; others sought higher-level cultivation methods, Dou Skills, pills, or incomparably vast wealth within that chaotic land.

Regardless, these people endlessly pouring in gave the Black Corner Region a constant stream of vitality.

The Black Corner Region was a special territory formed outside Jia Nan Academy through chaos. Though many people on the continent wondered why such a disorderly region, so utterly incompatible with the academy's atmosphere, existed outside an ancient and venerable institution like Jia Nan Academy, existence itself was truth. Despite all the suppression it had endured over the years, the Black Corner Region had continued expanding at an astonishing rate, doubling in size again and again. Its cockroach-like resilience, impossible to stamp out, left the forces wishing to suppress it utterly helpless.

The Black Corner Region covered an enormous area. After years of expansion, it had practically become a clearly defined small nation. The only difference between it and other empires was that other empires had supreme rulers, while this region fought internally. Its various factions constantly struggled and slaughtered one another for their own interests, leaving it as chaotic as a heap of loose sand. Yet perhaps it was precisely because of this that the Black Corner Region could continue growing stronger at the center of the continent. Otherwise, no force would simply sit by and watch this uniquely destructive territory rapidly grow powerful and eventually threaten them.

Though the Black Corner Region's chaos was famous throughout the continent, the various high-level cultivation methods, Dou Skills, pills, and other rare treasures passing through it attracted many powerful experts. After all, no matter what, these were essential things that even they coveted. Obtaining a cultivation method of a higher grade than the one they currently practiced would allow them to advance another step along the path of the strong. Such temptation was undoubtedly fatal to those experts.

Thus, the Black Corner Region was like a dark, bottomless abyss. Countless rare treasures flowed here through various channels, then were auctioned off at sky-high prices, drawing countless people into fierce competition.

Maple City

The city was not large, yet it held a position of great importance within the Black Corner Region. The reason was simple: Han Feng, the Medicine Emperor of the Black Corner Region, lived here.

As the foremost alchemist in the Black Corner Region, Han Feng had long become a sixth-tier alchemist and held considerable status in the hearts of countless factions and experts. Naturally, a sixth-tier alchemist was rare even across the entire continent. Even ordinary Dou Emperors and Dou Zongs had to show him some respect when meeting him, for everyone knew just how great the influence of a sixth-tier alchemist could be.

Maple City had been named after Han Feng. In the Black Corner Region, a place filled with chaos and slaughter, only a handful of people could enjoy such an honor, and Han Feng was one of them.

At the very center of the city stood a bamboo forest completely different from the noisy marketplace outside. This bamboo forest had extremely strict defenses. Ordinary people could not even approach within a certain range without suffering indiscriminate attacks. Every year, quite a few people were killed by the bamboo forest's guards for this reason. Thus, though quiet, this place was also a forbidden ground in the hearts of many Maple City residents.

Deep within the bamboo forest stood a bamboo pavilion. Its lush green color resembled jade, permeated by a faint fragrance of bamboo. Inside the pavilion, in a rather high bamboo room beside a window, a man sat cross-legged. He wore an alchemist's robe, and on its back was an exquisitely embroidered character: "Feng." At that moment, the man was absorbed in a medicinal formula in his hands, his undistracted expression showing intense concentration.

In the midst of the quiet concentration, the man, who had been lowering his head, suddenly looked up. His features were rather handsome, while his slightly thin lips were pressed tightly together, lending him an air of cold severity. Yet it was precisely this that gave him an unusual charm.

The man narrowed his eyes, then a cold smile curled across his lips. With a flick of his finger, a deep-blue flame, clear as lake water, strangely surged from within his body before shooting like lightning toward a dark corner not far away.