Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

The old man was stunned when he saw the medicinal herbs Han Feng handed him, including an extremely rare spiritual fruit.

"All of these are for me?"

The old man asked uncertainly.

Han Feng nodded and handed the medicinal herbs to the other party.

"Ahem, your attitude is good, then let's just let this matter go."

The old man coughed twice, then prepared to leave.

However, Han Feng noticed the Wenren family's insignia on the other person's clothes and asked, "Are you an alchemist from the Wenren family, sir?"

"That's right, what's wrong?"

The old man turned around and looked at Han Feng.

"I am also an alchemist. I wonder if I could exchange ideas with you, sir?"

Han Feng put Zi Yan down and asked.

"can."

The old man nodded.

"You should go back to your rooms first."

Han Feng said to Zi Yan and Medusa.

The two women nodded, the former secretly glaring at the old man before quickly running away.

"Ugh..."

The old man watched Zi Yan's retreating figure and let out a soft snort.

"Your daughter is too naughty."

Han Feng sighed, "It's time to really take this into consideration."

The two walked slowly forward.

"Young man, were you also invited to the banquet?"

The old man asked.

This is the upper floor of the restaurant; ordinary people are not qualified to stay here.

Especially during imperial festivals.

"Yes, I came with Senior Xiao Tianbao. Do you know him, sir?"

"Brother Tianbao?"

The old man was surprised. "Of course I know him. We're old friends."

Han Feng's heart skipped a beat; the person in front of him was very likely a leader of the Wen family.

"So you're his junior? You should have said so earlier!"

The old man's attitude towards Han Feng suddenly became warm.

Having acquaintances makes a real difference compared to not having acquaintances.

Han Feng started by bringing up news about the Southern Li Empire's elixir industry, and began chatting with the old man.

During the conversation, Han Feng learned the other person's name.

The old man's name was Wenren Jing, a seventh-grade advanced alchemist and the patriarch of the Wenren family.

In the Southern Li Empire, Wenren Jing's alchemy skills are undoubtedly the pinnacle.

He came to the restaurant intending to chat with Xiao Tianbao, but since Xiao Tianbao wasn't there, he decided to wait while refining pills.

Unexpectedly, the medicinal herbs were secretly stolen by Zi Yan, this "little expert".

And so the scene of chasing each other that Han Feng had just witnessed came about.

“Yesterday, Brother Tianbao asked me for a volume of information about our exploration of the Purple Shattered Ruins back then.”

Wenren Jing said, seemingly unintentionally.

"Young man, are you interested in the Purple Shattered Ruins?"

Han Feng nodded readily.

Wenren Jing almost laughed.

"That's a place that everyone else avoids like the plague, yet you went there willingly."

"I heard Senior Xiao say that as long as one's soul power is strong enough, one will not be affected by what's inside?"

Wenren Jing nodded and gave more specific information: "It can't be said that it won't be affected. There will always be some impact, but cultivators with strong soul power can withstand it for a longer period of time."

"Since you want to explore the Purple Shattered Ruins, I won't try to dissuade you further. But there's one thing you must remember: don't exert yourself to the fullest in the Purple Shattered Ruins. Once your condition drops to its worst, you might not be able to get out."

Wenren Jing recounted some lessons learned from the past.

Han Feng listened silently.

"Sir, the energy in the Purple Shattered Ruins is so dangerous, how did you deal with those who were corrupted?"

"The royal lineage's inherited flame can purify evil spirits. Successive rulers of the Southern Li Kingdom have used magic to save people, removing those who are forever trapped in the Purple Shattered Ruins. As long as they can come out alive, we have a way to heal them."

Passing on the flame?

Purify away evil spirits!

Han Feng seemed to have discovered a huge secret.

What kind of flame could possibly purify the evil energy that even three strange flames couldn't handle?

Although strange fire can expel evil energy from the body and achieve the purpose of healing, purification is a matter of another level.

"How many people in the royal family possess this inherited flame?"

Han Feng asked.

Wenren Jing shook his head: "I don't know about that, but there probably won't be too many."

If so many people truly possessed this knowledge, the problem of the Purple Shattered Ruins wouldn't be so thorny.

The transmission of the flame is a royal secret, its origins traceable back a thousand years.

"Of course, over the years, the royal family has also developed some methods to suppress evil energy. Although they cannot completely purify it, they are still a means for ordinary people to fight against evil energy."

After all, the soldiers who entered the Purple Shattered Ruins did not have such wondrous flames at their disposal.

All they had were protective armor and a pill to clear their soul power.

Many cultivators have died after entering the Purple Shattered Ruins, so those who dare to enter either possess extraordinary skills or have a willingness to die.

After Wenren Jing's explanation, Han Feng finally grasped a clue.

The royal flame can purify evil spirits.

Was the flame I sensed in the Vermilion Bird puppet the Flame of Inheritance?

Han Feng pondered how to use the royal family's inherited flame to purify the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire.

Or, they could go all the way and directly acquire the inherited flame.

Leave

I have a headache, I took a nap, but I can't finish writing now.

I've been quite busy lately, and when I'm writing at night, sometimes I can't finish until midnight. So I'll just gather 4000 words and post them first, and then continue writing slowly. Fellow readers who stay up late can wait until they wake up to read them.

I'm really sorry that I'm posting this today because I'm short too many words. Please forgive me.

Chapter 110 Dinner Party

After parting ways with Wenren Jing, Han Feng returned to his room.

Seeing Ziyan playing with the toys she bought yesterday on the bed as if nothing had happened, Han Feng grabbed one and placed it on his lap.

clap clap clap!

The jade ruler slapped Zi Yan's buttocks, and the force Han Feng used made Zi Yan feel a burning sensation there.

it hurts!

"Uncle, I was wrong, I will never do it again."

Zi Yan cried and begged for mercy.

Having gotten used to stealing medicinal herbs from the inner courtyard, she assumed that no one else could catch her.

But in reality, if Wenren Jing hadn't considered that Ziyan was still young and that it wasn't convenient for him to use forceful methods while he was in a high position in the restaurant, he would have captured the thief long ago.

No matter how strong Zi Yan's void power is, she is still just a Dou Wang. Facing a high-level Dou Zong, she will only face certain death.

Han Feng gave Zi Yan a severe beating and concluded by saying:

“When you’re out in the world, people won’t tolerate you. If the other party is a vicious and ruthless person, you won’t even have time to wait for me to come and save you.”

Ziyan lay on the bed, her little bottom bright red, and even the slightest touch would sting.

Han Feng really went all out this time.

"I see."

Zi Yan nodded, sobbing.

I hope you'll keep that in mind.

Han Feng took out several medicinal herbs from his storage ring, brewed them into a restorative medicine on the spot, and personally applied it to Zi Yan.

"It hurts so much..."

Zi Yan hummed and hawed.

In fact, she suffered even more serious injuries in the Warcraft Forest when she was a child. She was beaten until she vomited blood and broke her bones, but she didn't complain.

But that kind of beating is different from the beating I'm receiving now.

Before, she had no choice but to be beaten, but just now, when she was lying on Han Feng's lap, she was the one who took the beating.

Because she knew she had caused trouble for Han Feng.

Zi Yan subtly tried to gain Han Feng's attention by showing weakness.

Han Feng chuckled and flicked the other person's bottom.

A scream rang out the next second.

"what!!!"

"What are you doing, sir?!"

You've already beaten her up, why aren't you letting her go?

"I'm sorry, I wanted to test if the medicine was working, but it seems it will take some time."

Han Feng said with a smile.

Zi Yan puffed out her cheeks, her large purple eyes staring at Han Feng with a deep sense of resentment.

Han Feng ignored her and took out a bottle of pills from his storage ring, placing it in front of Zi Yan.

"If you want to take pills in the future, just tell me. There's no need to covet other people's. Do you think I'll ever need yours?"

Upon seeing the pills, Zi Yan immediately forgot the pain of her finger being snapped earlier, and cheerfully pried open the bottle cap to count the pills inside.

"Thank you, uncle!"

After calming the little girl down, Han Feng began to think about his next move, only to see Medusa walking towards him and extending her hand.

"what?"

Han Feng looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"I also want."

"what?"