Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

"Um... only three days, there are still two days left."

The evening of the fourth day.

Han Feng walked out expressionlessly.

Now Old Man Han didn't know how to comfort him.

Some parents nearby were scolding their children, some were complaining, and some didn't say a word as they took their children home.

"Feng'er, there's only one day left. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Even if you fail, it doesn't mean you have no talent for cultivation at all."

"Grandpa, I may really have no talent. Today, the adults at the martial arts school told me to give up."

"what!"

Old Han was furious when he heard this. How dare they talk about his grandson like that?!

"He said that over the past four days, spiritual energy had not gathered around me at all, while others showed signs of gathering around me to varying degrees."

Han Feng said.

Old Han's expression froze, and his anger subsided.

So it seems that Feng'er's talent is indeed lacking.

"Let's go to the clinic and ask Doctor Qian. He's a cultivator too, so he must know something!"

Upon hearing this, Dr. Qian looked regretful.

"The Spirit Awakening Ritual is actually just the simplest step in cultivation; it all depends on whether you can sense spiritual energy."

"Only by sensing spiritual energy can one progress further. Han Feng's talent may indeed be somewhat lacking. If he were in a wealthy or aristocratic family, receiving a top-grade medicinal bath, he might be able to enter the Sensing Realm, but..."

Doctor Qian shook his head. In a small place like Fenglin Village, let alone a top-quality medicinal bath, even an ordinary medicinal bath was beyond what Old Man Han could afford.

"Can't we use the medicinal herbs we usually collect for medicinal baths?"

"Old Han asked."

"The medicinal herbs you usually gather are of decent quality, but they are all substandard. The precious medicinal herbs are located deep in the mountains and forests, and are even guarded by monsters. They are not something that ordinary herb gatherers can obtain."

Doctor Qian glanced at Han Feng, who had his head down, and said, "Old Han, we've known each other for so many years. I suggest we let this matter drop. If it doesn't work out tomorrow, Han Feng should just learn medicine from you. When he's a little older, he can come to my clinic as an apprentice. At least he won't starve in the future."

The two men thanked Dr. Qian profusely and took their leave.

On the fifth day, Han Feng failed again as expected.

The grandfather and grandson returned home, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent.

Although there were quite a few children who failed in Houcun, and Han Feng was just one of them, it was still hard to let go of the fact that the conclusion had been reached.

Cultivators and mortals are two different worlds.

The chances of Han Feng leaving this village and venturing out into the world to gain experience are very low.

"Grandpa, I'll learn medicine from you from now on."

Han Feng said.

"Hmm, your basic knowledge of identifying medicinal herbs is quite good. When you grow up a bit more, you can become an apprentice under Doctor Qian. Your future achievements will definitely surpass mine."

"That's what Old Han said."

From that day on, Han Feng studied all of Old Man Han's medical skills even more diligently and almost stopped playing around.

Although Old Man Han's medical skills were not particularly refined, he still had so many years of experience that Han Feng could learn from him for a while.

However, Han Laohan himself only had a superficial understanding of many things, so he dared not teach too much, for fear of leading Han Feng astray.

However, it was from that day on that Old Man Han began to spend longer periods of time going out to collect herbs each night, often returning only in the middle of the night.

The days passed like this.

Han Feng's life also got back on track. Not entering the cultivation world is sometimes another kind of life.

He heard that Erniu had gone to the city and joined the city's college.

Now, he and she have completely embarked on two paths that will never intersect.

Childhood memories are fading away little by little.

Han Feng was covered in dust, while Er Niu had transformed from a mortal into an immortal.

However, on one ordinary night, a beast's roar suddenly echoed from the depths of Maple Forest Village.

Some of the village's experts immediately organized a group of people to investigate.

The next day, when Han Feng woke up, he didn't see the old man Han who had returned. Instead, he saw Doctor Qian with a solemn expression.

"Grandpa Qian, what brings you here?"

Han Feng was still a little sleepy.

"Han Feng, your grandfather... something happened to him."

boom!

Upon hearing this, Han Feng's sleepiness vanished instantly, and he stood there blankly.