Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

"Go."

Ye Qingyun patted Qinglin's head, indicating.

Qinglin was very sensible and didn't pester him.

She looked back every few steps, watching her mother wave to her from the gate of the Flower Sect.

"Mother, I'm leaving!"

Qinglin shouted to Qingyun in a sobbing voice.

Han Feng held Qing Lin's slightly damp little hand and nodded to Qing Yun.

Afterwards, he flew away from the Flower Sect with the two women.

Watching their figures disappear, Ye Qingyun finally shed tears silently.

The next second, Hua Yu appeared beside her.

"Good child, let's go too."

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Han Feng piloted the flying ship towards the Northern Region, while Lin Xian'er comforted the dejected Qing Lin.

First it was Cai'er, then Qingyun.

As families gradually drifted apart, reunions became all the more precious.

Is this the price of growing up?

Qinglin now misses the past immensely.

In Mocheng, in Fengcheng, in the inner courtyard, in the Valley of Medicine Saints.

"Qinglin, Aunt Ye has just gone to a place more suitable for her to cultivate. Once we have achieved our cultivation goals, we can go back to see her anytime."

Lin Xian'er comforted her younger sister.

Having spent so many years together, their bond is now no different from that of blood sisters.

Lin Xian'er could understand Qing Lin's feelings at this moment.

Just like how she often had to part ways with Han Feng, that troublesome master of hers always took so long to leave.

Han Feng is the most important person in Lin Xian'er's heart, and Ye Qingyun is the most important person in Qing Lin's heart.

This is the first time Qinglin has experienced the grief of losing her beloved.

Han Feng watched as Lin Xian'er comforted Qing Lin like an adult, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

No one knew better than him the helpless sound of Lin Xian'er kneeling in the rain and crying back then.

At this moment, she must be in even more pain than Qinglin, right?

Han Feng came to Lin Xian'er's side and patted her head.

Lin Xian'er's body trembled slightly, and her eyes seemed to glisten with tears.

She rested her head on Han Feng's body, holding the weeping Qing Lin in her arms.

"Master..."

"I'm here."

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After a three-day long flight, Han Feng arrived at the northern border.

Qinglin also relaxed.

She is not fragile and knows how to regulate herself.

Ye Qingyun's daily guidance played a crucial role in enabling her to achieve this.

"The south pavilion of Fenglei Pavilion is right here."

Han Feng glanced at the map and steered the spaceship to the right.

The southern part of the Northern Regions borders the Western Regions, and there are no large cities along the way, so it looks rather simple.

The most prosperous city is the capital city where the Fenglei Pavilion and the South Pavilion are located.

If you walk a short distance north from here, you'll find the unique feature of the South Pavilion: Thunder Prison.

The entire structure is made of purple thunder ore, with a thunder spirit stone buried on each of the four sides, connecting to form a thunder array that imprisons the thunder energy in the world.

Because lightning is fleeting and direct exposure is too intense, people devised various methods to store it.

Thunder Mountain in the East Pavilion, Thunder Pool in the West Pavilion, Thunder Tower in the North Pavilion.

These are all treasure troves of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion.

In comparison, Huangquan Pavilion is much inferior.

The current ranking of the Four Directions Pavilion is determined based on overall strength and the results of the previous Four Directions Pavilion competition.

Fenglei Pavilion is ranked first.

The Starfall Pavilion and the Myriad Swords Pavilion are in the middle.

Huangquan Pavilion, on the other hand, was at the bottom.

Of course, now that Huangquan Pavilion has become Tianhuo Pavilion and discovered the blessed land of Dihuo Cave, given time, Tianhuo Pavilion's strength will definitely surpass that of Fenglei Pavilion.

Han Feng led the two women into the city and first found an inn to stay at.

During his conversation with Fenglei Pavilion, Han Feng did not intend to bring Lin Xian'er and Qing Lin along.

Although I had treated the other person, so many years had passed, and it was normal that things had changed.

Moreover, even if Wei Qianshi could be trusted, he was not qualified to represent the entire Fenglei Pavilion.

So Han Feng was just trying it out.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t work out.

Upon arriving at the foot of the South Pavilion, Han Feng presented a visiting card.

The disciple went to inform them.

As a renowned sect in the Northern Region, the Wind and Thunder Pavilion still possesses a certain magnanimity.

They won't do anything to make things difficult.

Han Feng was quickly allowed to pass and was led into the pavilion by a steward.

When Wei Qianshi learned that someone had come to visit, he didn't pay much attention at first. But after reading the visiting card, he suddenly remembered Han Feng.

He immediately prepared tea and pastries and waited quietly in his elders' courtyard.

"Master Han!"

Sensing the approaching person, Wei Qianshi stood up to greet them.

"Elder Wei."

Han Feng returned the greeting.

"It's been many years, Master Han, your hair has turned white."

Wei Qianshi looked at Han Feng and sighed.

Han Feng: ......

"It's a secret technique, and I'm not that old yet."

"Hahaha, just kidding."

Wei Qianshi raised his teacup.

"Master Han's aura is much more profound now than it was back then; I can't see through it at all."

Han Feng raised his glass in a toast.

"It is a little bit stronger."

When he met Wei Qianshi back then, he was only at the peak of the Douhuang realm.

Now, he is already a Dou Zun powerhouse.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the two got down to business.

"Master Han, is there something you need from me?"

“There is indeed something I want to do in the Northern Region, but I am new here and unfamiliar with the place, so I thought of Elder Wei.”

Han Feng explained his need to find the person.

Wei Qianshi's expression changed upon hearing this.

"The Medicine Master?!"

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"Master Han probably doesn't know that Venerable Medicine died many years ago."

Wei Qianshi explained to Han Feng.

He was unaware that the Medicine Master had another disciple named Han Feng.

After all, Han Feng was still very young when he betrayed Yao Chen, and had not yet made a name for himself on the mainland.

Only a few of Yao Chen's friends knew of Han Feng.

Han Feng remained silent for a moment, without revealing that the Medicine Venerable was his teacher.

“I know, so what I’m looking for is the soul of the Medicine Venerable.”

Wei Qianshi's pupils contracted slightly.

Soul!

Isn't this something the Soul Palace did?

Could it be that Master Han...

"I have heard that Dou Zun experts can exist in the world as spirits. The Medicine Venerable is known as the number one alchemist on the continent. If we can find his spirit, we may be able to obtain his inheritance."

Han Feng put it another way, after all, if it weren't for finding a master, it wouldn't make sense for him to go through all this trouble for nothing.

It would be more reasonable to say that it was for the sake of passing on Yao Chen's alchemy skills.

Sure enough, Wei Qianshi nodded in understanding upon hearing this.

"I see, but where can we find this?"

"Start the search from the entire Northern Region."

"what?"

Wei Qianshi was dumbfounded.

"Elder Wei doesn't need to be in charge of the entire Northern Region. As long as the search is conducted within the Southern Pavilion's sphere of influence, I will be extremely grateful."

"Alright, but Master Han, I have to say something beforehand."

Wei Qianshi said cautiously, "I'm afraid this result will be unsatisfactory."

After all, Venerable Medicine has been dead for decades. If there really was a spirit that had been living in the world for a long time, would no one have noticed?

Either it was hidden too well, or it simply died out.

"It's alright, just do your best."

Han Feng took out a treasure box from his storage ring, which contained a seventh-grade pill.

"This is a token of my gratitude for Elder Wei's help."

Wei Qianshi immediately refused.

"Absolutely not! Master Han, I haven't even repaid your life-saving grace back then, how can I accept your payment?"

"Please accept it, Elder Wei. Let's stick to the facts; we can't let you work for nothing."

Han Feng placed the treasure box on the coffee table.