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Chapter 287 Han Feng: Here we go again!?

A few days later, Han Feng, having cleaned himself up thoroughly, leisurely found the active volcano the burly man had mentioned.

Looking at the surging, golden magma before him, the pungent smell of sulfur filled his nostrils, and the intense heat even distorted the air above the crater—there were originally a few powerful soul beasts guarding the crater, but they had all been driven away by Han Feng.

Glug glug!

Thick bubbles rose from the bottom of the magma, then burst open, releasing poisonous gas and heat that made Han Feng involuntarily hesitate for a moment!

"Master Yu! Do I really want to take a bath in here!?" Han Feng swallowed hard and asked dryly.

No wonder Han Feng hesitated so much. Just standing at the crater, Han Feng could already feel the temperature of over a thousand degrees. Let alone jumping into it. In addition, there were all kinds of poisonous gases and anomalies in the magma. It would be strange if Han Feng wasn't afraid!

"Look at you, so pathetic! You're scared already!?" The God of Defense's disdainful voice rang out, scoffing, "A soul beast's ten-thousand-year tribulation is far more terrifying than this thing! Even a mere soul beast can defy the heavens, so for you, my successor, soaking in lava is like taking a hot bath!?"

Upon hearing this, Han Feng rolled his eyes and chuckled dryly, "Yes! I don't deny that the tribulation of soul beasts is more terrifying than this thing, but why don't you let some soul beast try enduring its tribulation for eighty-one days straight?! It would have been reduced to ashes long ago! Besides, you yourself said that it was a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast. In terms of both blood essence and soul power, I'm just a minor Soul King. Don't you feel guilty comparing your thing to mine?!"

"You're such a smooth talker!" The God of Defense, unable to win an argument with Han Feng, grunted and cursed irritably, which made the God of Fire, who was standing to the side, unable to suppress a laugh.

The God of Defense glared at the God of Fire, his threatening gaze causing the God of Fire to smile sheepishly and repeatedly say he dared not.

Han Feng, unaware of the little incident in the God Realm, though he said he was unwilling, still honestly sealed his own soul power, touched the edge of the lava, gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and slowly extended his toes.

Nourishes—

The scalding lava instantly ignited Han Feng's shoes, clinging to his toes. A wisp of smoke rose with the sound of water evaporating, but Han Feng showed little sign of pain.

Han Feng clicked his tongue lightly, as if testing the water temperature, and murmured, "It's a little hot, but it's alright!"

Indeed, with the blood and qi power of a Soul King protecting him, even magma at thousands of degrees Celsius could not harm Han Feng. However, the smell of sulfur made Han Feng quite uncomfortable.

It is worth mentioning that after experiencing the trials in the far north, Han Feng's blood energy has surpassed his soul power, breaking through level 55 and reaching level 56. It is foreseeable that if he completes this volcano trial, he will become a Soul Emperor!

Han Feng slowly sank into the magma, closing his eyes to feel it.

It's alright, it feels similar to taking a hot bath in my previous life. If the lava could feel a little lighter and the odor a little less, Han Feng would even find it quite comfortable!

But the thought that this bath would take eighty-one days made Han Feng's eye twitch involuntarily!

Even if it's a hot spring, you'd probably feel dizzy after soaking for a few hours!

"Wait a minute!" Thinking this, Han Feng's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted, "Elder Yu! You mean I have to stay soaking in this lava for the next eighty-one days!?"

"Hmm!" came the teasing voice of the God of Defense, who seemed quite relaxed.

Han Feng shouted, "Then what am I supposed to eat?!"

Theoretically, there are indeed soul beasts that can survive in magma, but let's not even talk about the fact that there is no living thing in the magma that Han Feng is currently soaking in, except for Han Feng. Even if there were, Han Feng could kill a soul beast that magma can't even cook, but he couldn't cook it!

Han Feng has no habit of eating raw meat and drinking blood!

Hearing Han Feng's question, the God of Defense seemed to have expected it, calmly replying, "Did you think this test was really for you to soak in hot springs?! Didn't you already realize that this test is to test your will? If you can't even withstand a little physical pain, how can you inherit the title of God of Defense?!"

Upon hearing this, Vulcan's face darkened.

No wonder you were so patient in blocking people's doors, so that's how you developed your patience!

"Master Yu, are you trying to starve me to death?!" Han Feng shouted, his face dark with anger, ignoring the warning.

"It's not that exaggerated!? With the blood and qi power of a Soul King, even without the support of soul power, you can survive for more than a year without drinking a drop of water. A mere eighty-one days won't starve you to death!" The God of Defense looked like he was coming over, not worried at all.

With that, the God of Defense snorted coldly again and scolded, "Don't think I don't know, you're just greedy. You'd rather eat jerky than go hungry. And you've managed to come up with all sorts of tricks in the far north. I'm amazed you can even think of such things!"

"That simpleton was eaten alive by you the other day, he almost lost his underwear. For the next eighty-one days, he won't be eating anything, good time to watch his diet!"

With his plan exposed by the God of Defense, Han Feng sullenly touched his nose, stopped arguing, and obediently soaked in the lava.

To be honest, with his soul power sealed and unable to cultivate, and the volcano only so big with no soul beasts approaching, Han Feng was indeed quite bored.

There was no way to talk about body tempering, and Han Feng didn't have any specific cultivation methods. He could only passively let the magma temper his blood and qi, gradually strengthening him.

Unlike the Icefield Trial, which had a clear objective, the Volcano Trial gave Han Feng some motivation. The Volcano Trial simply kept Han Feng occupied, wasting time until he had spent eighty-one days!

Left with no other choice, Han Feng had to pick up the development of his self-created soul skills again, constantly brainstorming the feasibility of various soul skills in his mind.

However, this is ultimately just wishful thinking. There is no time, and progress is slow. There are a few good ideas, but their feasibility can only be tested after the volcanic trial and the unsealing of soul power.

As the days went by, Han Feng not only experienced what hunger was, but also understood what loneliness was!

The tests from the God of Defense were indeed targeted, and even someone as lively as Han Feng couldn't help but feel somewhat dejected at this moment.

Han Feng thought of Professor Tang Yuehua's own hobby. With nothing else to do, he thought it would be good to use it for amusement. But where would he find a long flute in this volcano?

Han Feng had no choice but to fend for himself, so he set his sights on a piece of obsidian that looked pretty good and prepared to make a stone flute himself.

But just as Han Feng was about to make his move, he suddenly discovered that a golden-red fire lotus mark had appeared on the back of his right hand!

To be honest, Han Feng had been immersed in lava for the past ten days or so and hadn't paid much attention to his right hand. In addition, the lava concealed his right hand, so Han Feng was unaware of the strange changes on the back of his right hand. It wasn't until he discovered it that Han Feng realized that the fire lotus seemed to be absorbing the power from the lava, becoming brighter and more holy!

If someone else had encountered this situation, they would have been shocked and uncertain, but Han Feng remained calm.

Han Feng had never seen this fire lotus before, but he had the Ice God's mark on the back of his left hand and the God of Defense's mark between his eyebrows. This fire lotus looked too much like those two!

"Tsk!" Han Feng clicked his tongue lightly, rolled his eyes, and asked dryly, "Again!?"

Han Feng didn't waste any time and directly asked the God of Defense, "Elder Yu! Let's get straight to the point! Which deity is it this time!?"

"Ahem!" The God of Defense coughed, and although he felt guilty, he didn't hide it from Han Feng and answered, "The God of Fire!"

Han Feng didn't react excessively; he simply nodded and continued, "So the deity the Ice God mentioned is the Fire God?"

"That's right!" the God of Defense answered affirmatively.

"Then... once this Fire Lotus Mark has absorbed all its energy, will you be able to tell me the whole story?" Han Feng pondered for a moment, then asked without any joy or anger.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Han Feng nodded, ignoring the fire lotus mark on the back of his right hand and letting it continue to absorb magma energy. He then began crafting the obsidian flute, adding, "Elder Yu, please bear with me and don't cause such a commotion as the Ice God. If we attract a few more Title Douluos, my frail body can't handle it!"

"Don't worry about that! That time it was the Ice God's descent, so the scale was naturally grand. This time it's to summon you into the divine realm. I'll help you cover it up a bit more, and no one will be able to detect it!" The God of Defense confidently affirmed.

On the other side, Vulcan listened to the conversation between the old man and the young man, somewhat bewildered.

"Is that all?" The God of Fire stared blankly at the God of Defense and asked.

The God of Defense glanced at the God of Fire, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said quietly, "This kid is stubborn to the core. Although he seems amiable now, it's only because of me! Whether he can inherit the divine powers of the God of Ice and the God of Fire depends on your own opinion!"

The God of Fire grinned, unfazed, and pumped his fist, exclaiming with delight, "What's so difficult about that?! Who wouldn't be tempted by the positions of two first-level deities?!"

To everyone's surprise, the God of Defense simply looked at the God of Fire indifferently, without saying a word, which made the God of Fire's scalp tingle.

"Did I say something wrong?" Vulcan's smile gradually faded, and he asked hesitantly.

"Do you really think Han Feng would lack a divine position?!" The God of Defense retorted, his gaze falling on Han Feng, his eyes deep as he murmured, "Don't try to fool this kid! It's not so much that he wants to inherit our divine position, but rather that we want him to inherit our divine position!"

(End of this chapter)