Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

Feng Xian then changed the subject: "Take me to see the Soul Devouring Life-Severing Array first. I have some expertise in arrays, and I might be able to give you some advice."

As an eighth-grade weapon-refining master, he had also conducted in-depth research on formations.

After all, arrays and artifacts are inseparable, so Feng Xian believed his skill level was not bad.

Although Han Feng didn't think Feng Xian could solve the problem, he couldn't refuse since his elders had made the request.

"Master Uncle, please forgive me."

Han Feng walked over to Feng Xian and put his hand on Feng Xian's shoulder.

Feng Xian's body visibly tensed, but he no longer resisted.

The next instant, the two passed through the void rift and arrived at the Earthly Fiend Palace.

Is this the purpose of that illusory god tablet? It was located in another dimension so easily.

Venerable Feng sighed inwardly. Even as a four-star Dou Zun, it was impossible for him to teleport so quickly.

After a brief moment of surprise, Venerable Wind calmed himself down and began to focus on the surrounding scenery.

The ground on this hilltop is still somewhat damp from last night's heavy rain.

This confirms that Han Feng was not lying.

The reason Feng Xian pressed on was actually to confirm again and again that Han Feng was not lying; Rome wasn't built in a day.

Even if Feng Xian acknowledges Han Feng's determination, he still needs to see his actual actions.

The initial inspection was barely passed, and the two made their way to the depths of the main hall, where they saw the blood-red array.

With just one glance, Feng Xian frowned.

With such a dense aura of bloodlust, just how many people did the Soul Palace kill to construct such a terrifying formation?

And this is only a part of the grand formation?

An anger naturally welled up in Feng Xian's heart.

As a righteous person, he had a basic sense of compassion for such things.

If it were Venerable Lei or Venerable Bing who came, even if they saw such a scene, they probably wouldn't have much of a reaction.

Feng Xian meticulously examined the formation, his brows furrowed, employing all the knowledge he had acquired in his life.

However, half an hour later.

Han Feng remained quietly waiting to the side, showing no sign of impatience.

But Feng Xian couldn't sit still any longer.

Like an ant on a hot pan, it was extremely agonizing.

How could... how could there be such a profound formation?

This is completely beyond my comprehension. Could it be the legendary Ninth Rank?

Damn it, am I supposed to tell this unfilial son that I've been studying for half an hour and have come up with nothing?

Seeing that Feng Xian was about to lose face, Han Feng gave him a timely reminder.

"Uncle-Master, it's lunchtime now. Shall we go and have our meal first?"

Feng Xian nodded with a sigh of relief.

This unfilial son at least knows how to give him a way out.

"This formation is indeed quite profound, and I cannot decipher it in a short time. Now, time is of the essence, so you should go and ask that senior from the Hidden Sect."

"Yes."

The two returned empty-handed after a morning's work, but fortunately, after this incident, Feng Xian completely believed what Han Feng had said.

It's not a waste of time, is it?

Back at Starfall Pavilion, Feng Xian's attitude towards Han Feng softened considerably.

They even invited him to dine with them.

Inside the room, a young woman carried in a plate of food.

"teacher."

The person who addressed Feng Xian in this way was none other than Mu Qingluan, the current senior sister of Xingyun Pavilion.

Mu Qingluan placed the food on the table and looked at Han Feng with some curiosity.

“This is my disciple, Mu Qingluan.”

Feng Xian casually introduced him: "His name is Han Feng, and he can be considered your senior brother."

"Senior brother?"

Mu Qingluan was surprised. How did she suddenly have a senior brother?

According to seniority, she is Feng Xian's personal disciple, making her the most senior disciple in the Starfall Pavilion.

Han Feng smiled and nodded at Mu Qingluan.

"Junior sister."

Mu Qingluan's pretty face was still in a daze.

Upon hearing that sound, I was immediately jolted awake.

Hey?

Why does this voice sound so familiar?

As members of the Celestial Phoenix Clan, they possess an innate talent for sound waves, making them more sensitive than ordinary people.

However, since it had been a long time since the incident, Mu Qingluan had not yet realized that Han Feng was the mysterious Dou Zun she had accidentally encountered on the Spirit Mountain in the Southern Region!

"It's our first meeting, so I'm giving you a little something to say."

Han Feng smiled and took out a "Azure Wind Bell" from his storage ring, a sonic artifact he had crafted.

It suits Mu Qingluan perfectly.

"what?"

Mu Qingluan was a little reserved, unsure whether she should accept it.

She wasn't familiar with this "suddenly appearing senior brother" yet.

"Take it."

Feng Xian said.

Mu Qingluan then took the bell and obediently said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Han."

As she moved, the bell emitted a clear and melodious sound, and Mu Qingluan's eyes lit up.

"Teacher, this bell is special!"

Mu Qingluan said.

"It feels even more spiritual than the wind spirit ring you gave me..."

"Cough cough!"

Feng Xian coughed twice, stopping his foolish apprentice from undermining him.

"let me see."

Mu Qingluan carefully placed the bell in Feng Xian's hand, then gave Han Feng a sweet smile.

"Senior brother, are you a weapon refiner?"

Han Feng smiled and nodded.

"Me too!"

Mu Qingluan ran over to Han Feng's side as if she had found a common topic.

"However, my skill level is not as good as yours. When did you become a disciple of our teacher, senior brother?"

"Qingluan, stop fooling around!"

Feng Xian rebuked him.

Mu Qingluan shrank back; the teacher was unusually angry...

Han Feng reached out and tidied the stray strands of hair that had fallen across Mu Qingluan's forehead.

The intimate gesture made Mu Qingluan's face turn red instantly.

This senior brother Han is even more outgoing than her!

“I entered the Starfall Pavilion earlier than you, when you hadn’t even begun.”

Han Feng explained.

"Oh."

Mu Qingluan, fearing that Feng Xian would be angry, did not ask any further questions.

"Did you forge this magical artifact?"

Feng Xian put down the bell and asked.

"It was made by my nephew."

Mu Qingluan blinked her bright, beautiful eyes as she listened to Han Feng's self-reference.

Why are you calling me that so intimately? It makes me feel like I'm the outsider!

"Their skill level isn't bad."

In just half a day, Han Feng had already surprised him enough, so when Feng Xian discovered that Han Feng had become an exceptionally skilled weapon refiner again, he wasn't so surprised.

"Let's have a meal."

Feng Xian opened the food box; this was a meal he hadn't had in a long time.

The two, master and niece, ate quietly. Mu Qingluan picked up the bell, went outside, and began to dance.

The pleasant ringing of bells served as accompaniment, lightening the somber atmosphere considerably.

After finishing lunch, Han Feng prepared to say goodbye and leave.

He left his contact information, telling Feng Xian to contact him if he needed anything.

"Master Uncle, the Soul Palace is powerful. Now is not the time for a full-scale war. Wait for my news and do not act rashly."

"I know what to do."

Feng Xian replied, but secretly he was thinking to himself.

You've already wiped out the entire Earthly Fiend Palace, and you're telling me not to act rashly?

Han Feng bowed deeply, then took his leave.

Watching Han Feng step into the void rift and disappear from sight once again, Feng Xian suddenly seemed somewhat dazed.

"He seems to have really changed..."

Why would someone like him commit the act of murdering his mentor?

Feng Xian was completely baffled.

It is said that one's nature is hard to change. If Han Feng were truly a cunning and treacherous person, Feng Xian would have been able to see it.

What exactly did he go through to cause such a drastic change in him?

Feng Xian silently returned to his room and began to ponder.

Although Han Feng's words before leaving somewhat belittled his strength, it must be admitted that he was right.

The Starfall Pavilion is far from qualified to wage war against the Soul Palace.

We must plan carefully and act cautiously.

But that kid is really something else!

The Earthly Fiend Hall was destroyed just like that.

This must be the first time in Zhongzhou, right?