Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

Han Feng snapped his fingers lightly, and the space surrounding the inner courtyard trembled slightly.

Su Qian looked at Han Feng as if he were a monster.

How did you cultivate?!

One Dou Huang not only surpassed the others but also became a Dou Zun.

Even the dean back then didn't have such a terrifying speed of promotion.

Su Qian was stunned for a long time, then shook her head and smiled.

Is this genius?

Not only is his alchemy skill far superior to others, but his cultivation level is also astonishing.

The Northwest Continent is no longer suitable for him. Only the Central Plains, where heroes gather, is the place where Han Feng can truly show his skills.

Su Qian had also traveled to Zhongzhou and had deeply felt that there were many powerful people there, and that the land was vast and rich in resources.

The Northwest Continent is more like a nursing home.

They support this group of old Taoist priests who are powerless to go any further.

Although it's a leisurely life, it lacks opportunities.

Su Qian had no idea that beneath his feet lay an opportunity that even the strongest on the continent coveted.

"Canaan Academy is truly honored to have an elder like you."

Su Qian sighed.

"Canaan Academy has also helped me a lot. If Elder Su Qian hadn't agreed to let me enter the academy back then, I probably wouldn't have reached my current level."

The two reminisced about the past and smiled at each other without prior arrangement.

Despite Han Feng's past misdeeds, he now appears to be an exceptionally talented individual.

In the future, he may be able to go even further and reach a sacred realm that few can reach.

"If the dean knew about you, he would be very pleased."

Su Qian said with a smile, feeling a sense of pride at the same time.

This Han Feng was someone he "invited" to be admitted to the hospital.

Although he was the passive party and Han Feng was the one who actively requested it, the result was not much different.

"I have come here to say goodbye. I am going to search for people in various parts of the Northwest Continent. So I will trouble the Grand Elder to keep an eye on things in the Black Corner Region."

Han Feng said.

"Looking for someone?"

Su Qian was taken aback. He hadn't expected Han Feng to make such a commotion just to find someone.

"My master, Yao Chen, might not be dead yet."

Han Feng revealed.

Su Qian looked at Han Feng with great surprise.

As an elder of the Black Corner Region, he knew Han Feng's identity and background.

There are countless people in the world named Han Feng, but there is only one Han Feng, the Medicine King of the Black Corner Region.

Excluding word count: (I previously wrote a somewhat contradictory plot point regarding the Wind and Thunder South Pavilion. I mentioned that Han Feng wasn't very famous, and many people didn't know he was Yao Chen's disciple because I considered that Han Feng was very young and inexperienced at that time. However, I couldn't find Han Feng's exact age in the original work; it's rather vague. I'm also not entirely sure how many years Yao Chen disappeared after his death. Here, I'll assume that Han Feng was only a teenager when he defected, and then spent the next thirty years developing in the Black Corner Region. Some people knew that Han Feng was Yao Chen's disciple, but since he wasn't very famous, mentioning Han Feng's name wouldn't immediately bring to mind the Medicine Venerable. Only mentioning the alchemist Han Feng would evoke the Medicine Venerable. The previous plot point can't be changed, so I'm just adding this here.)

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Su Qian now understands the real reason why Han Feng unified the Black Corner Region.

His previous malicious speculations about Han Feng were now completely overturned.

How could such a sincere person be a bad person?

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on Black Corner Region. You can go do what you want."

"Thank you."

After bidding farewell to Su Qian, Han Feng returned to the courtyard and took the two women away.

Now that they are old enough to be integrated into the inner courtyard, they will no longer be treated as little girls. So these days, Han Feng has kept them in the inner courtyard, thinking that they can make more friends.

However, after asking, I learned that the two of them had been practicing in their room these past few days, and after finishing their practice, they would plant flowers and grow grass.

I have absolutely no interest in joining the inner circle.

Han Feng felt helpless, but he also blamed himself. Over the years, he hadn't taught them how to get along with outsiders, so they might have become a bit closed off.

Although being alone is not necessarily a bad thing for spiritual practitioners.

Most of the time, spiritual practice is a process of solitude.

"Let's go back to the Gama Empire."

Han Feng carried the two women and flew into the sky.

Jia Ma Empire?

Upon hearing this, the two girls were slightly taken aback.

They were all once people of the Gama Empire.

They just weren't very lucky.

If they had continued to live in the Gama Empire at that time, their fate would likely have been quite tragic.

Lin Xian'er's poisonous body awakened, and she killed the entire village, leaving her nowhere to go.

As a half-snake, Qinglin was despised by the people on the border and ultimately had no choice but to become a slave with her mother or starve to death.

It was Han Feng who took them away from misfortune, allowing them to enjoy a peaceful life afterward.

Now, both girls have grown up.

The confusion and helplessness of those years are gone.

"call!"

The two women let out a long breath, their eyes filled with determination and a touch of nervousness.

Facing the tragedies of the past is an inevitable part of life.

Chapter 142 Return to the Thrill

The flying spirit ship traversed the sky, passing through the desolate Black Domain Plain.

The Black Corner Region is actually very large and has a very advantageous geographical location, situated in the center of the Northwest Continent.

Previously, it served as a buffer zone between the three great empires, and its strategic value outweighed the risks brought by the chaos.

Therefore, even though it gathered evildoers from the Northwest Continent, it was of no importance in the eyes of the three great empires.

Because the Black Corner Region has always been independent and lacks a cohesive system, no matter how much it grows stronger, it will not affect the stability of the three great empires.

But things are different now. Now that the Black Corner Region is unified, it's easy to imagine how the three great empires will respond.

Han Feng was not worried about this. The Black Corner Region was no small fry. If you really counted, the strength of the Black Corner Region surpassed any empire in the Northwest Continent. Even the Heavenly Serpent Empire did not have an absolute advantage in front of it.

As long as the Black Corner can stabilize and unite, it will instantly transform from a "buffer zone" into the "center of the continent".

The Black Alliance still has a long way to go to reach that point, and how far it can go depends on its own destiny.

At least in Han Feng's eyes, some people in the Black Corner Region still yearn for a unified outcome.

After all, nobody likes a life of uncertainty.

Several days later, the border of the Gama Empire came into Han Feng's view.

After glancing at the patrolling army below, Han Feng increased his flight altitude, disappeared into the clouds, and flew directly into the interior of the empire.

The importance of air superiority is self-evident at this point, but the military here clearly lacks that capability.

Han Feng arrived at Jiama Holy City without any obstacles.

Returning to this city again, it seems that nothing has changed.

Han Feng landed outside the city with the two women and entered the city with the group.

Lin Xian'er and Qing Lin looked at the scene inside the city with a mixture of nostalgia and curiosity.

When I came before, I only stayed at the Mittel family's place and didn't really get to explore the capital properly.

Therefore, many places were still novel to the two women.

Following his memory of the location, Han Feng crossed several streets and arrived at the Mittel family's residence.

I wonder how Hai Bodong is doing now.

And then there's Eileen, who wrote him a love letter.

It's been many years since we last met; I imagine we've all grown and matured.

Han Feng searched through his storage ring and took out a token, which was given to him by Hai Bodong before he left the capital.

Just as the guards standing at the gate were about to step forward to stop Han Feng, this unfamiliar face, they saw him raise a token in his hand.

The familiar pattern and unfamiliar style left the guard stunned for a long time, his mind racing with thoughts: Did his family have such a token?

“My lord, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the token in your hand before.”

Seeing that Han Feng possessed an extraordinary bearing, unlike that of an ordinary person, the guard spoke cautiously.

Han Feng's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at the token in his hand and then put it back.

What's that old man Hai Bodong up to?

He gave himself a token that his disciples couldn't recognize.

"My name is Han Feng, and I'm a friend of Hai Bodong. Could you please pass me on, young man?"

"Okay, I'll go and inform them right away. This way, please."

Not long after the guard went in to report, Han Feng heard a series of hurried footsteps.

Turning his head, Han Feng saw a beautiful figure appear before him.

The red-clad woman remains the same, but the green-clad woman is as fresh as ever.

"Mr. Han!"

Eileen took a deep breath and called out in a not-so-calm voice.

In her eyes, Han Feng had changed a lot; he was like a hermit, detached from the world, exuding an aloof aura.

However, this indifference vanished without a trace as Han Feng's lips curled into a smile.

"Eileen, it's been a long time."

Eileen walked up to Han Feng, looked at his full head of white hair, and seemed to have a thousand words to say, but didn't know how to say them.

"Mr. Han, you must have had a tough time these past few years."

"Fortunately."

Han Feng smiled.

How have you been these past few years?

Eileen said, "That's great. I'm now the head of the Mittel Auction House."

The promotion speed from a local auctioneer to the head of headquarters is quite fast.

Congratulations!

"I owe my position to Mr. Han; otherwise, the clan chief wouldn't have given me such an important role."

Eileen replied.

She was just an ordinary member of the clan. If it weren't for Han Feng's connections, she would never have been able to become the head of the headquarters.

The head of headquarters is equivalent to the highest authority in the auction house. This position cannot be obtained solely based on ability; various considerations are also required.

"Hehe, my connections aren't so easy to borrow."

Han Feng suddenly said.