Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

"Your Majesty, I was presumptuous today. I will apologize to you in the future."

Sikong Chan was secretly annoyed.

Am I asking you to atone for this crime?

"Speak, what do you want with me?"

Sikong Chan said coldly.

Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

If he were to fall out with the Empress over a small mistake, he would be incredibly foolish.

"I would like to ask if the Southern Li Empire possesses high-level magical beast blood essence."

"High-level magical beast essence blood?"

Sikong Chan frowned slightly.

"What you want should be at least an eighth-tier magical beast or higher, right?"

"Yes, the higher the better."

Sikong Chan remained silent for a few seconds.

"Tomorrow I will take you to the Imperial Treasury, and you can choose whatever you want."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Is there anything else you can do?"

"There is indeed one more thing."

"I have a question I would like to ask Your Majesty."

Sikong Chan's expression shifted slightly as she listened intently.

Han Feng walked to the Empress's side and took out the Xuanwu tortoise shell.

Seeing what Han Feng took out, Si Kong Chan closed her eyes wearily.

"Your Majesty, this is the remains left behind by Xuanwu."

Chapter 162 Nine-Turn Sainthood Pill

"Xuanwu?"

Sikong Chan, disregarding her exhaustion, opened her eyes and looked at the tortoise shell in Han Feng's hand.

This ordinary little turtle shell doesn't look like something left by Xuanwu, does it?

As one of the four ancient mythical beasts, Xuanwu is on par with Zhuque.

Han Feng nodded.

"This was indeed left by Xuanwu. There are some characters and patterns recorded on the tortoise shell. I don't know what they mean. Does Your Majesty know?"

Sikong Chan focused her attention on the characters on the tortoise shell, her brows furrowed in thought.

"It's somewhat like an ancient totem; the Vermilion Bird messenger also left behind similar writings."

"I need time to analyze this."

Han Feng handed the tortoise shell directly to the Empress.

"Then I'll leave it to Your Majesty."

Holding the black tortoise shell in her hand, Sikong Chan felt her frustration lessen somewhat.

This was left behind by Xuanwu, and he just gave it to himself like this.

“Prince Zhennan, please stay in the palace for now. I will take you to the treasury tomorrow.”

Sikong Chan said.

Han Feng nodded, found a place to sit cross-legged, and began his cultivation.

Sikong Chan returned to bed, but she could no longer sleep.

Looking at her beautiful face in the bronze mirror in front of her bed, she sighed softly.

Is it necessary to make things so difficult?

The next morning, the Empress led Han Feng into the Imperial Treasury.

The Southern Empire possesses a profound cultural heritage, and its treasures far surpass those of the Starfall Pavilion.

This is the benefit of the state apparatus.

They have much more resources than independent cultivators.

Han Feng selected a clump of Nine Netherworld Python essence blood from among the many magical beast essence blood. It was at the late stage of the eighth rank.

According to the Empress, this was a monstrous python that had once wreaked havoc in the north and breached the northern defenses. Before the late Emperor ascended the throne, he personally led an expedition to slay the python in order to boost morale.

"Then I'll choose this one."

The Nine Netherworld Python is one of the three major magical beast families in the world, ranking alongside the Heavenly Demon Phoenix and the Ancient Void Dragon.

Although the Nine Netherworld Python has a diluted bloodline due to overbreeding compared to the previous two, it is still a renowned magical beast and is much stronger than other races.

Moreover, this Nine Netherworld Python has already cultivated to the late stage of the eighth rank, which is equivalent to a human's Seven Star Dou Zun or higher, which is enough to show that its bloodline power is rich.

Sikong Chan carefully collected the essence blood and handed it to Han Feng.

"You're not being polite at all."

The essence blood of a late-stage tier 8 magical beast is a very precious item even in the royal treasury.

Han Feng accepted the blood essence and chuckled, "Since Your Majesty is willing to help me, I cannot let Your Majesty down."

He took out a prescription for elixirs from his storage ring.

"This is the formula for the Nine-Turn Sainthood Pill. I am willing to refine this pill for Your Majesty."

"The Nine-Turn Sainthood Pill?"

Sikong Chan took the prescription, her eyes wide with surprise.

This is a high-grade eighth-rank pill that can help a nine-star Dou Zun powerhouse quickly compress Dou Qi and advance to the level of Nine Revolutions Sainthood.

"Can you refine this pill?"

Sikong Chan looked at Han Feng and remembered his powerful soul force from last night.

Han Feng nodded.

A high-grade eighth-rank pill would at least attract seven-colored pill lightning.

It might have been a bit difficult before, but now that he has advanced to the late stage of the Spirit Realm, refining high-grade eighth-rank pills is a piece of cake.

Sikong Chan memorized the contents of the prescription and ordered someone to prepare the medicinal materials.

"Isn't the Prince of Zhennan afraid that I will become a half-saint before you?"

Han Feng smiled frankly and said, "I would be very happy if Your Majesty could advance to the level of a half-saint as soon as possible."

Sikong Chan turned her back to hide the slight upturn of her lips.

"Wait here, I will go and decipher the text left by Xuanwu right now."

Han Feng nodded, and soon someone delivered the ingredients for the Nine Revolutions Sainthood Pill, a total of twelve portions.

"Prince Zhennan, this is all the reserves the palace currently has. Do you think it's enough?"

"enough."

Looking at the high-grade spiritual herbs spread out in front of him, Han Feng sighed at how wealthy the Empress was.

He entered the alchemy room, set up the protective array around the room, and then began to refine the Nine-Turn Saint Pill.

This was the first time in his life that he had refined such a high-level elixir. Han Feng took a deep breath and took out the Myriad Beasts Cauldron.

The Myriad Beasts Cauldron landed on the ground, emitting a melodious sound, faintly resembling the roar of beasts.

Wow!

In Han Feng's hand, crimson flames burned, and countless beast roars emanated from the flames, echoing the patterns on the Myriad Beasts Cauldron.

Myriad Beast Spirit Fire!

The leaping flames plunged into the cauldron like a ferocious beast, and in an instant, the patterns on the Myriad Beasts Cauldron began to brighten, and a mysterious aura slowly spread out.

The special effect of the Myriad Beasts Cauldron, "Rhythm of Myriad Beasts," is brought to its fullest potential under the influence of the Myriad Beasts Spirit Fire.

Han Feng used his soul power to lift an eighth-order magic core containing violent energy and threw it into the cauldron.

boom!

The eighth-tier magic core vibrated violently as soon as it came into contact with the flame.

The surging energy was transmitted to the Myriad Beasts Cauldron, causing the cauldron to vibrate rapidly.

Han Feng quickly changed his hand seals, and the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire transformed into a beast shape, swallowing the demon core into his stomach in one gulp.

The "Rhythm of Ten Thousand Beasts" took effect at this moment, with the patterns on the Ten Thousand Beasts Cauldron flashing continuously, suppressing the remaining demonic beast will in the demonic core.

Under the dual suppression, the eighth-order magic core quickly stopped causing trouble and was quietly refined.

Wow!

Behind Han Feng, three other strange flames ignited simultaneously. He then used his soul power to refine various medicinal herbs.

Throughout the entire process, Han Feng was fully focused and went all out.

Thanks to the control of the Brahma Heart under the profound form of the Fallen Heart Flame, Han Feng can easily multitask, greatly improving the efficiency of alchemy.

Half an hour later, Han Feng had completed the refining of all the medicinal herbs.

Compared to the normal process of refining an eighth-grade elixir, the time was reduced by at least several times.

Han Feng slowly moved the essence of the medicine to his front, waiting for the demonic core in the Myriad Beasts Cauldron to be refined.

There are two difficulties in refining an eighth-order magic core. One is the residual magical beast will inside, which can cause the furnace to explode if you are not careful.

This problem has been easily overcome by the combination of the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire and the Myriad Beast Cauldron.

The second difficulty is that the eighth-order magic core has abundant energy, and the refining time will be very long.

This is why refining an eighth-grade elixir often takes several days or even months.

Han Feng formed the Burning Technique hand seal with one hand, and the other three strange flames flew into the cauldron, merging with the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire.

Red, blue, cyan, colorless.

When mixed together, the power of the flames suddenly increased dramatically.

The eighth-tier magic core melted rapidly, completing its final tempering.

Han Feng immediately added the medicinal essence into the cauldron one by one in order, and each time he added one, he fused it into the magic core essence.

Once all the medicinal herbs had been refined, a nascent pill was born in the center of the cauldron.

Han Feng clasped his hands together, and his soul power surged into the cauldron, beginning the final stage of pill condensation.

In the sky, thunderclouds gathered, and bolts of lightning struck.

One color, two colors, three colors.

The three colors of Dan Lei were born in the early stage of Dan Condensation.

Outside the imperial city, in the home of a wealthy family, several alchemists suddenly stood up, went to the open-air platform, and looked up at the sky above the imperial palace.

"This is... an eighth-grade elixir!"

"It's already a three-colored lightning bolt!"

"Could it be that the empire has gained another eighth-grade alchemist?"

Just as the group was discussing this, the thunderclouds in the sky changed again.

Four colors, five colors, six colors!

Six different colored thunderbolts struck in succession.

The group of alchemists were completely stunned.