Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

After not being by the two women's side for some time, they had changed so much when they met again.

Han Feng held the two women for a while before putting them down.

"Why has Qinglin gained so much weight? Has she been overeating?"

Qinglin blinked her large, emerald-green eyes, then lowered her head shyly.

"I only ate... a little bit more."

She stretched out her hand and gestured with her thumb and forefinger.

Han Feng said with a smile, "Don't be shy. Even if Qing Lin becomes a chubby girl in the future, Uncle will not dislike you."

After saying that, Qinglin became even more shy and snuggled into her mother's arms, acting coquettishly.

After exchanging pleasantries, Han Feng and Lin Xian'er went into the room. This time, Lin Xian'er took the initiative to pull Han Feng to sit down with her.

"Master, shall we check the progress of my cultivation?"

Han Feng wasn't in a hurry at first, but seeing his disciple being so proactive, he nodded.

"Alright, let your teacher see how much you've improved."

Lin Xian'er sat upright in front of Han Feng and began to circulate her internal energy.

A wisp of purple poisonous fighting spirit emanated from Lin Xian'er's body. Unlike the foul smell of ordinary poisonous gas, the poisonous gas emanating from Xian'er's body was fresh and natural. Han Feng took a sniff and found it quite pleasant.

If someone who doesn't know much about this smelled it, they would probably think it was the fragrance of flowers.

Little did they know, this was a deadly poison gas.

Relying on his unique fire to dispel poison, Han Feng recklessly inhaled the poisonous gas released by his disciple, while simultaneously identifying the various poisons contained within it.

One, two, three... nine

Nine of them were relatively obedient and did not blindly take poison.

Poisons have a strong attraction to the body, and if one indulges even slightly, one will ingest large amounts of them.

However, this would greatly increase the burden on the body of the Calamity Poison, and although the Poison Qi would rapidly become stronger, it would be detrimental to long-term cultivation.

Therefore, Han Feng limited Lin Xian'er to only absorbing twenty-four kinds of poisons before she broke through to the Dou Wang level.

Lin Xian'er changed her hand seals, slowly condensing a layer of fighting spirit gauze.

He wanted to prove to Han Feng that he was already a Battle Master.

What she didn't know was that what Han Feng really cared about was whether she had been able to control her desires.

They didn't pay much attention to cultivation level.

Fortunately, Han Feng was very satisfied with the results of the examination.

"A five-star Dou Shi...not bad."

Han Feng praised.

Having a special physique allows for rapid progress. When I was Lin Xian'er's age, I was nowhere near as formidable as her.

Lin Xian'er smiled upon receiving her master's praise.

The next moment, she threw herself into Han Feng's arms.

"Master, Xian'er misses you so much."

Lin Xian'er buried her face in Han Feng's chest, inhaling his unique scent.

Han Feng gently patted Lin Xian'er's back.

Seeing how attached Lin Xian'er was to him, he felt a little guilty.

Due to various circumstances, he was unable to stay by his apprentice's side like his teacher had always.

He wasn't actually a very competent mentor.

Lin Xian'er's face showed an expression of intoxication, and her eyes shimmered with purple light.

As someone with a body of calamity and poison, how could she lack desires? It's just that whenever she felt unbearable, she would desperately suppress them when she thought of Han Feng's words.

However, repressed desires will not disappear; they will only reappear in a different form.

Lin Xian'er was immersed in extreme joy and was unwilling to let go.

It wasn't until Han Feng gently helped her up that he noticed the unusual flush on Lin Xian'er's face.

"Xian'er, what's wrong with you?"

Han Feng, puzzled, touched Lin Xian'er's forehead.

"It's nothing, Master. I just really miss you."

Han Feng chuckled and flicked his apprentice's nose.

"Don't worry, your master won't leave you for a long time to come."

After refining the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire, Han Feng's next target is the "Mysterious Yellow Flame".

However, that strange fire was extremely powerful. In his previous life, he was able to subdue it successfully only because he had someone backing him.

Now, Han Feng can only rely on himself.

He needs to break through to the Dou Zun level before he can be confident in subduing his "old friend".

As for whether someone else would beat him to it during this period, Han Feng wasn't too worried.

Because that place isn't easily accessible; you have to find the right entrance.

Lin Xian'er calmed herself down, knowing she couldn't go too far, and slowly got off Han Feng.

"Xian'er, you did a good job this time. Your teacher should reward you properly. Tell me, what do you want?"

Han Feng asked.

Lin Xian'er thought for a moment and said, "Master, I want to hold you while I sleep tonight."

"what?"

Han Feng was taken aback.

What kind of requirement is this?

Lin Xian'er suddenly added:

"I usually have to sleep alone, but Qinglin can sleep with Aunt Ye. When I want to sleep, I want someone to be beside me..."

Han Feng's gaze softened.

They're still just kids...

He patted Xian'er's head.

"Alright, Master agrees, but this isn't a request. You can think of another one."

Lin Xian'er happily hugged Han Feng.

"No need, Master, I have nothing else I want."

Han Feng sighed helplessly.

My own disciple is so easy to take care of!

Shouldn't someone this age want a lot of things?

Han Feng recalled his childhood, and his old face couldn't help but blush.

How childish!

Upon leaving the room, Han Feng saw Ye Qingyun waiting in the living room.

Hmm... It seems the little maid is on the same wavelength as me, knowing that after checking Lin Xian'er, she'll be next.

Entering Ye Qingyun's detached house, the two sat down with practiced ease.

Han Feng examined Ye Qingyun's body and found that she was in better condition than he had imagined.

The foundation is very solid, and there is no loss of potential.

"Qingyun, you've given me a pleasant surprise! How did you cultivate? Your progress is so fast!"

Han Feng smiled.

Ye Qingyun responded truthfully: "Master, I have found that the speed of cultivation in Medicine Saint Valley is many times faster than outside. Even if I fall asleep every day, I will find that my battle qi has increased when I wake up."

"Is there such a good thing?"

Han Feng was surprised.

He didn't receive this treatment in the Valley of Medicine Saints.

"Could it be your Green Wood Immortal Body?"

Ye Qingyun nodded.

"I asked Xian'er, and she didn't see any changes in me either, so it might be due to my constitution."

In the Valley of Medicine Saints, plants grow the fastest.

That is, creatures with the wood element.

Ye Qingyun's Green Wood Longevity Body is the purest wood-attribute energy, and thus she received the blessing of this world.

"This is your destiny."

Han Feng sighed.

He entrusted Ye Qingyun with the care of the Medicine Saint Valley, intending to help those precious herbs thrive.

Unexpectedly, it cultivated a unique flower.

"Make good use of this blessed land. In the future, it will be your responsibility to manage it."

"what?"

Han Feng's words carried a heavy weight, causing Ye Qingyun to be immediately taken aback.

Such a valuable place, let her manage it?

"Don't be nervous, you're managing it quite well now, aren't you?" Han Feng said.

Ye Qingyun took a deep breath, calmed down, and nodded.

"I will work hard."

She understood what Han Feng meant.

Since I feel a connection to this place, I should make the most of it and help Han Feng as soon as possible.

This is Han Feng's expectation of her, and she absolutely cannot let him down.

Suddenly, Ye Qingyun felt a surge of pressure, but also a renewed sense of motivation.

Fighting for the King of Fighters is just the beginning; we cannot let our guard down!

"Master, I will begin my cultivation now!"

Ye Qingyun suddenly spoke loudly, her tone firm.

what?

Han Feng stared blankly at the little maid whose demeanor had changed and nodded.

"Hmm... okay, good luck."

Han Feng walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Before closing the door, he glanced back at the energetic little maid and thought to himself, "She's taking this way too seriously."

Forget it, I'll go cultivate too.

Touched by the maid's attitude towards cultivation, Han Feng entered his cultivation room and began to consolidate his cultivation.

After practicing for about an hour, Han Feng felt he had reached the required level, so he stood up and stretched.

He went to his desk and began to think about his next move.

Cultivation is for becoming stronger, but what is the purpose of becoming stronger? Han Feng remembered it very clearly.

Next, it's time to deal with the Soul Palace.