Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

"Elixir."

Medusa calmly replied, "Although I didn't gather as many medicinal herbs as Zi Yan in those six months, I still collected quite a few. Are you going to give them to her or give them to me?"

Han Feng was speechless.

"The pills I gave Ziyan won't be of much use to your cultivation."

Medusa knew this in her heart, but thinking that she was leaving soon, she felt uneasy if she didn't get something from Han Feng.

After staring at Medusa for more than ten seconds, Han Feng gave in.

"Here you go."

Han Feng gave Zi Yan a bottle of spare pills, and Medusa left satisfied.

I don't know what went wrong with me... I've never been this lowbrow before.

Han Feng's thoughts were interrupted. After a moment of silence, he took out some medicinal herbs from his storage ring.

Speaking of which, it's time to prepare a farewell gift for her.

After all, he had worked for himself for almost two years, and one Imperial Pill really couldn't make up for the "wages".

After refining pills all afternoon, Han Feng glanced at the sky outside the window, put away the furnace, and got up.

"It's getting late, let's go."

The three of them put on the formal attire that the servants from the restaurant had brought them and headed to the Suzaku River.

The riverbank was bustling with noise, but the guards had cleared a wide passage leading directly to the restaurant, allowing the invited guests to board the boat comfortably.

Each invitee may bring two family members.

Xiao Tianbao, along with Yao Tianhuo and another outstanding member of the clan, boarded the treasure ship before Han Feng and the others.

Han Feng looked at the enormous "Vermilion Bird Treasure Ship" before him and nodded secretly.

The entire ship was brightly lit, and the bow was designed to resemble a phoenix raising its head, with two crimson pupils that shone with an inviolable and majestic light.

The ship's hull is half-open, revealing a huge wing that seems to soar into the sky, with each feather appearing to rise and fall freely.

The energy channels at the stern of the treasure ship trailed afterimages of tail feathers, which dispersed and floated into the air like the faint glow of fireflies, dazzling and romantic.

Just looking at it from afar is enough to make one yearn for it.

Han Feng led Medusa and Zi Yan onto the treasure ship, and under the guidance of the guards, they entered a private room.

The dinner was quite long, so they could rest on the ship today.

"This ship is so beautiful, much prettier than the one from Canaan Academy."

Zi Yan jumped and cheered, admiring the luxurious scenery inside the ship.

The injury on his buttocks had long since healed. Thanks to the monster's regenerative abilities and Han Feng's special ointment, there wasn't even a trace of redness or swelling left.

Medusa also looked around with great interest.

Her striking figure and stunning looks attracted a lot of attention.

In the eyes of the high-ranking officials and nobles of the Southern Kingdom, the Vermilion Bird Treasure Ship was not a rare item, but a beauty like Medusa was a rarity.

A beautiful woman is not just beautiful in appearance; the aura she exudes from within is something that no matter how skillfully a woman disguises herself, she cannot replicate.

Medusa is the kind of beauty with a unique temperament, which can be seen when she stands with Cai'er. Han Feng can tell who is who at a glance.

Although they look alike, their temperaments are quite different.

Only Cai'er would throw herself into Han Feng's arms without any hesitation, without any ulterior motives, only with deep concern and worry.

Han Feng noticed the gazes of those around him and thought to himself, "Beauty is a curse; the ancients were right."

This is just one; if we brought the other two "beauties" from the house, wouldn't it attract even more attention?

Over the years, Ye Qingyun has blossomed into a beautiful young woman, possessing both stunning looks and a graceful demeanor.

She was a world apart from the woman who knelt before the slave exchange, looking at Han Feng with hopeful yet fearful eyes.

Fortunately, none of the dignitaries present made any excessive moves; they merely kept a close eye on Medusa.

Medusa frowned slightly, but ignored it.

After strolling around the ship for a while, someone announced that the dinner was about to begin, and everyone took their seats according to the list on the tables.

After everyone was seated, a bright red figure appeared on the side platform in front, and then Empress Nanli stepped out.

"Welcome, Empress!"

"Excuse me."

The Empress, who attended the banquet, had lost the inviolable and sacred aura she possessed during the day and appeared somewhat more peaceful.

Her arrival signaled the official start of the banquet, and the maids served fine wines and delicacies.

Han Feng silently savored the specialties of Nanli Kingdom, his gaze slightly drifting towards the Empress above.

She is beautiful, but not in a way that would bring ruin to a country; rather, she possesses a serene and graceful beauty.

Perhaps it was the upbringing she received from her royal family that imbued this empress with an air of nobility and grace in every move she made.

In the center of the venue, dancers, musicians, and martial artists performed entertainment programs in turn.

Those who can perform here are not unknown; some are even relatives of high-ranking officials and dignitaries who choose to perform on stage in order to gain fame.

The atmosphere was peaceful and harmonious, but Han Feng noticed that the Empress's expression remained as calm as ever, without showing any particular joy.

Emperors are men of deep thought.

Only an emperor whose thoughts cannot be read can better govern his subjects.

Han Feng understood this principle, but he had never put it into practice.

In his past life, the elders around him praised him for being gentle and kind, so they thought he was not cut out to be an emperor.

When everyone had almost finished enjoying the food, the center of the banquet hall descended, revealing a platform at the bottom.

An auctioneer emerged from the room, holding a small golden hammer.

Everything that appeared at this auction was a masterpiece.

Rare elemental ores, blueprints for rare weapons, top-grade medicinal herbs, high-level beast fire, and Earth-rank combat techniques...

Everyone actively participated in the auction; they were all extraordinary individuals. They had these items, but no one would complain about having too many.

The Empress sat alone on the high platform, quietly watching the crowd bidding below.

Medusa had her eye on the rare weapon blueprint and wanted to participate in the bidding, but unfortunately, she lost.

Han Feng did make some gains, successfully acquiring a space-attribute spirit ore.

Afterwards, he also won a bid for a seventh-grade soul treasure. Wenren Jing, one of his competitors, had no choice but to give up when he saw how wealthy and powerful Han Feng was.

Yao Tianhuo used a low-level combat skill to acquire an eighth-level beast fire, while Xiao Tianbao acquired a piece of land in Vermilion Bird City.

In Zhuque City, land is extremely valuable, and it is difficult for ordinary people to establish themselves unless their ancestors lived there.

Now that Xiao Tianbao has broken through to the Dou Zun level, he is qualified to reside in the Imperial City.

After each of the precious items was auctioned off, they finally made their grand debut.

The moment the eighth-grade pill appeared, all eyes turned to the center.

A radiant spiritual light emanated from the pill; had it not been preserved using special methods, it would likely have escaped unscathed right before everyone's eyes.

"The Eighth Grade Three-Colored Pill Thunder, the Wisdom Heart Spiritual Connection Pill, can greatly enhance a cultivator's comprehension, making it twice as effective in comprehending cultivation techniques and combat skills. Those with outstanding talent can even develop new cultivation techniques and combat skills suitable for themselves in this state. Even after the state ends, they can maintain a calm mind and improve their state during cultivation."

The auctioneer finished explaining the effects of this grade eight elixir.

This is a very effective pill that can greatly enhance a cultivator's understanding and perception of themselves in a short period of time, thereby creating a cultivation framework that cannot be built under normal circumstances and finding a path that is more suitable for them.

Whether or not it is ultimately completed, it is a gain that can help cultivators go further.

However, even though the pills were good, Han Feng didn't need to rush to bid for them in this kind of situation.

Firstly, the bidding was so intense that everyone was accumulating wealth for this final item.

Secondly, Han Feng can refine it himself. Although eighth-grade medicinal materials are relatively hard to find, the cost is definitely much lower than buying them now.

Ultimately, the eighth-grade pill was accepted by the Imperial Chancellor, Lü Yan.

This is a man with a serious face and a mature demeanor.

He didn't have a strong presence; he just sat there as if he blended into the group.

But all the upper echelons of the Southern Li Empire knew that this was a prime minister who was almost at the pinnacle of power.

If Empress Nanli is the core and center of the entire empire, then he is the most robust pillar of this country.

Seeing that Lü Yan had won the eighth-grade pill, the Empress was not surprised. She simply ordered the auction venue to be removed, and the center of the venue was restored to its original state.

"Everyone."

The Empress's voice rang out, and everyone's attention was drawn to her.

"I'm sure you all know something about what's happening on the southern border."

"I'm telling you now, just yesterday, the evil beasts in the Purple Shattered Ruins officially revolted."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone present changed.

The originally harmonious atmosphere instantly turned gloomy.

The Purple Ruins... have rioted!

To the people of the Southern Li Empire, this name was a symbol of disaster.

Han Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Has the Purple Shattered Ruins already rioted?

It seems the Empire's information network is more efficient; the Golden Lion Clan did not send a message informing him that the uprising had begun.

Or perhaps the imperial army's defenses were so tight that the news didn't leak out.

"Imperial soldiers have rushed to the front lines to hold them off, but they alone are far from enough."

The Empress's gaze instantly turned majestic, sweeping sharply over everyone present.

"Among you, is there anyone willing to go to the Purple Shattered Ruins to quell the disaster?"

After a brief silence, the first person raised their hand.

That's someone from the Wen family.

Han Feng smiled as he watched him slowly stand up.

Hey buddy, I've found you.

He was the master of the Myriad Beasts Spirit Fire in his previous life.

Wenren Xuan.

A man with a square face.

Wenren Jing was stunned when he saw his son stand up immediately.

Are you kidding me? What are you doing here?

Before he could react, the Empress had already looked at Wenren Xuan with an appreciative gaze.

"Wenren Xuan, is it? I remember you. Very good."

As a scion of a family of alchemists, his soul power far surpasses that of ordinary people, making him a very suitable candidate.

"Serving the empire is a responsibility I should bear."

Wenren Xuan said, word by word.

With the Empress's approval, the overall situation was settled. Wenren Jing's expression was complicated as he looked at his son, feeling both gratified and annoyed.

Why are you so stunned!

Purple Ruins, how many people who go there end up well?

Even if it's my old bones going, it's better than you, the future hope of the Wen family, going.

Wenren Xuan placed his hand on his father's shoulder, stopping him from making any further moves.

“Father, one of us will have to go.”