Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

"This Senior Yaotianhuo is a friend of your ancestor. He has come to visit his old friend."

"Wait a moment, I need to inform the clan chief about this."

When the Xiao family guards heard that the person was a friend of their patriarch, they were momentarily stunned. After inviting Han Feng and his companion inside, they immediately went to report the visit.

Even though they're both from the Xiao family, there's definitely a difference.

Han Feng walked around in the courtyard and saw that everyone who walked by was a Dou Shi level. It was not surprising that he occasionally encountered a few Great Dou Shi.

Yao Tianhuo sat in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth, and exclaimed, "This place is completely different from when I came here before. The Southern Li Empire has developed so fast."

"After all, it's been hundreds of years."

Han Feng said with a smile.

Every country will develop over time.

The two waited in the courtyard for a while before a middle-aged man with a powerful stride walked in.

"Xiao Feng greets the two distinguished guests. The Ancestor already knows of your arrival and will be out shortly. Please wait a little longer."

Han Feng nodded slightly in acknowledgment, while Yao Tianhuo showed a hint of melancholy.

After being dead for so long, I can finally see an old friend again.

This usually lively old man was actually a little nervous at this moment.

Han Feng stood silently to the side, lost in thought.

"Skyfire, here I come!"

Suddenly, an old man with a hunched back and nearing the end of his life appeared outside the door.

When he saw Yaotianhuo, he immediately waved happily and greeted him.

"You old geezer, you're still alive!"

Tears welled up in Yao Tianhuo's eyes, and he jumped up from the rocking chair.

"You! How did you become a spirit?!"

Xiao Tianbao's smile vanished instantly, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh, it's a small matter, let's not talk about it. Aren't we living just fine now?"

Yao Tianhuo said with an indifferent expression.

Xiao Tianbao shook his head: "Stubborn to the end, how come you died before me? Really..."

"Who is this......"

Xiao Tianbao looked at Han Feng.

Han Feng smiled and bowed.

"My name is Han Feng. I greet Senior Xiao."

"Hello."

Xiao Tianbao was an extremely easygoing and optimistic old man, and he smiled and nodded at Han Feng.

"Gentle and refined, humble and polite, what a fine young man... Is he your apprentice?"

Xiao Tianbao praised him a few times, then suddenly turned to Yao Tianhuo and asked him a question.

"I'd love to have a disciple like that!"

Yao Tianhuo looked helpless.

"Unfortunately, Han is my savior, and I still have to repay him!"

Chapter 91 Heavenly Venerable Pill

After a conversation, the two elderly people went from being happy and excited at the beginning to being silent and reminiscing.

When Yao Tianhuo learned that Xiao Tianbao only had a few years left to live, he felt terrible.

He took out the Heavenly Fire Ring and recounted some of his experiences, including his travels to the Northwest Continent, where he found the second Fallen Heart Flame, greedily trying to devour it, only to suffer a backlash and have his physical body destroyed.

Xiao Tianbao also recounted his various experiences, some pleasant and some painful, but for the two elderly people, it was nothing more than a lighthearted reflection on their lives.

"Besides wanting to see you, my young friend here also wants to learn some weapon-refining techniques from you."

Yao Tianhuo introduced them on his behalf.

"Oh, young friend Han is also a weapon refiner?"

Han Feng nodded.

"I'm new to this field and want to learn more skills."

"Haha, young friend Han, you're still young. It's never too late to learn this path!"

Xiao Tianbao laughed.

"Very well, while I still have the strength, I will teach the younger generation. We can't let the tradition be lost."

"Hmm? What do you mean? Does the Xiao family have no one to inherit your weapon-refining skills?"

Yao Tianhuo exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course there are, but their talents are not good enough to comprehend higher mysteries. On the other hand, this young friend has a profound soul sea and spontaneous spirituality, so he may have the opportunity to comprehend it."

Xiao Tianbao looked at Han Feng meaningfully.

Yao Tianhuo's eyes darted around, and he smiled slyly.

Do you know who my young friend is?

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

Yao Tianhu leaned back and made a figure eight shape with his hands.

"Eighth-rank alchemist!"

Xiao Tianbao's mouth gradually opened wider.

Han Feng watched the two old clowns interact, especially the cheeky Heavenly Fire Venerable, who acted as if he were the eighth-grade alchemist.

"Han, young friend Han...you are an eighth-grade alchemist!"

Xiao Tianbao swallowed hard.

An eighth-grade alchemist came to ask me, a seventh-grade weapon refiner, for advice.

What a joke!

Even if he can forge eighth-grade weapons, he still can't compare to an alchemist.

Han Feng nodded and said, "Everyone has their own expertise. Although I have some reputation in alchemy, it doesn't mean that I can match Senior Xiao's skill in weapon crafting."

"Please give me your guidance, senior."

After calming down, Xiao Tianbao smiled and said, "Since you've put it that way, how could I possibly refuse you?"

Even disregarding the fact that the other party was an old friend's benefactor, Xiao Tianbao believed that it was worthwhile to teach him, given that he was only an eighth-grade alchemist who was willing to lower himself to ask for advice.

This is a favor from an eighth-grade alchemist!

A short while later, after everyone had lunch, Xiao Tianbao led Han Feng to a weapon-refining room, which contained all sorts of tools.

"Come on, young friend Han, let me introduce these things to you."

The art of weapon crafting has its own set of knowledge, completely different from alchemy. Han Feng listened attentively to Xiao Tianbao's introduction and learned about the weapon crafting techniques of the Southern Li Kingdom.

Subsequently, Xiao Tianbao personally demonstrated how to forge a third-grade mechanical button.

Han Feng followed suit and, after three attempts, successfully refined it, and the quality was quite good.

"Oh? It seems that young friend Han also has some skill."

Xiao Tianbao checked the function of the mechanism and smiled with satisfaction.

This will speed up the tutorial.

This is an eighth-grade alchemist; his soul power must have already reached the level required to use that armor.

Xiao Tianbao believed this was a divinely ordained destiny, allowing him to inherit his predecessors' techniques before his death, so he devoted himself to teaching his weapon-refining knowledge.

"What you learn from books is never enough." Although Han Feng had read "The Inheritance of Weapon Refining," his progress was slow without the guidance of a master. Now, under Xiao Tianbao's one-on-one instruction, his weapon refining skills are improving day by day.

A month later, Han Feng was already able to refine sixth-grade artifacts on his own, and was almost catching up with Xiao Tianbao.

However, although Han Feng learned to his heart's content, Xiao Tianbao was clearly exhausted.

He already had little time left, and he had devoted so much energy to teaching Han Feng; perhaps his death would come sooner than expected.

Han Feng brought a bowl of herbal medicine to Xiao Tianbao's bedside.

"Senior Xiao, it's time to take your medicine."

"I'm really troubling you."

Xiao Tianbao drank the bitter medicine and immediately felt much better.

Han Feng silently examined Xiao Tianbao's body from the side.

Under the perception of soul power, this body, with its weak vitality, has begun to slowly recover.

Not bad, with the nourishment of the medicinal liquid, he can barely have another chance to advance to the Dou Zun level.

Xiao Tianbao was a nine-star Dou Zong powerhouse, but unfortunately he failed to advance to Dou Zun before, which not only caused his cultivation to regress, but also his vitality to decline.

So many years have passed, and although he has barely recovered his cultivation, advancing to the next level is now extremely difficult.

Because Xiao Tianbao was too weak to take pills directly, Han Feng specially prepared a medicinal soup to slowly nourish his body.

Although he did not formally become the disciple, Han Feng would always remember the kindness of being taught and guided.

"I was supposed to teach you, but I haven't finished yet, and now I have to trouble you to serve me. Really..."

Xiao Tianbao felt guilty, and his eyes reddened slightly.

He finally understood what Yao Tianhuo had said before: if Han Feng really was his disciple.

"Senior, please don't say such discouraging things. It's not too late to teach you after you've recovered."

Xiao Tianbao nodded without speaking, focusing on recuperating so he could pass on everything to Han Feng as soon as possible.

Half a month later, Xiao Tianbao stepped out of the weapon-refining room again and taught Han Feng the seventh-grade weapon-refining technique in one go.

Han Feng had already studied the theoretical knowledge of "Weapon Refining Inheritance" and, after practice, quickly mastered the refining method of seventh-grade weapons.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Tianbao took out a secret manual from the secret room, which read "Xiao Clan Weapon Mastery".

"Young friend Han, I cannot personally teach you the rest, because I do not know it either."

Xiao Tianbao handed the secret manual to Han Feng.

"I will teach you this weapon-making technique of the Xiao Clan today. If you achieve success in your studies, please grant me a favor."

"Senior, please tell me."

"My people are currently of average talent and unable to decipher the secrets of this technique. However, if there are any promising individuals in the future, I would appreciate it if you could teach them a thing or two so that this skill can be passed down to future generations."

Looking at the "Xiao Clan Artifact Mastery" in his hand, Han Feng had a vague guess in his heart that the Xiao family of the Southern Continent might really be a branch of the Xiao clan that was wiped out a thousand years ago.

"I will naturally grant your request, senior. However, I think it would be better if you could teach the younger generation yourself."

As Han Feng spoke, he took out a highly spiritual pill.

"This is?"

Xiao Tianbao asked in shock.

"An eighth-grade pill, the Heavenly Venerable Pill, should be able to help Senior Xiao fight for the qualification to advance again."

Can I really break through this barrier?

Xiao Tianbao's voice trembled slightly.

Han Feng handed the Grade 8 Heavenly Venerable Pill to Xiao Tianbao and said with a smile, "Go and give it a try, maybe it will work."

This Celestial Venerable Pill was refined by Han Feng using eighth-grade medicinal herbs from the Medicine Sacred Valley. It is of extremely high quality and its medicinal properties far exceed those of ordinary eighth-grade pills.

Even if Xiao Tianbao fails to break through, the remaining medicinal power will allow him to live for another hundred years.