Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

The previous times I entered the stone tablet space, it usually didn't take too long.

You either succeed in inheriting the legacy, or you are defeated and eliminated.

This is the first time Han Feng has maintained this position for so long.

"Maybe it really will work!"

Yao Ming felt a slight excitement in his heart.

If Han Feng successfully passes the test, he doesn't need to force the acquisition of the essence blood, but he can comprehend the high-level Heaven-rank combat skill "Yellow Springs Wrath," which is engraved on the Yellow Springs Stele.

The difference between the advanced and intermediate Heavenly Rank is as vast as a chasm.

If Yao Xiaotian had mastered the "Yellow Springs Wrath" over the past few hundred years, even if he were a two-star Dou Sheng, he would probably have had difficulty withstanding such a powerful fighting technique.

Han Feng's soul flew out of the stone tablet and returned to his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, holding in his hand the Yellow Springs essence blood containing powerful energy.

"Success!"

Yao Ming stood up abruptly.

Han Feng looked at the Yellow Springs Stele and saw that the cultivation information of "Yellow Springs Wrath" had appeared on it.

However, it can only be obtained by personally contacting the soul.

"Come and give it a try, but be careful, your soul power may not be able to cultivate."

Han Feng said.

Yao Ming excitedly approached the Yellow Springs Stele and reached out to touch it.

The power of his soul spread, and he began to browse "The Wrath of the Underworld." However, in the next instant, a vast power exploded in Yao Ming's soul.

"puff!"

Yao Ming was sent flying backward, spitting out blood.

Han Feng stared solemnly at the Yellow Springs Stele.

Even after the remnant soul dissipated, the stone tablet still possessed such a powerful countermeasure; it's quite remarkable.

"Your soul power is not yet sufficient to cultivate the 'Wrath of the Yellow Springs'. You should hone it for a while longer."

Yao Ming nodded, his face pale, feeling somewhat unwilling.

He is now a two-star Dou Sheng, but his soul power is still insufficient to cultivate "Yellow Springs Heavenly Wrath". How easy will it be for him to break through in the future?

It seems he is destined to be out of the running for "The Wrath of the Underworld".

With a flick of his wrist, Han Feng sent a beam of light into Yao Ming's brow.

"This is a 'Soul Technique.' Diligent daily practice can improve your soul power. With your current cultivation level, given time, you will definitely be able to meet the requirements for cultivating 'Yellow Springs Wrath.'"

While it's true that magical beasts have weak soul power, it depends on the situation. For example, a magical beast like Yao Ming, which has already taken human form, can improve its soul power by cultivating the "Soul Technique".

Not to mention that he is now a ninth-tier magical beast with the cultivation of a Battle Saint, so increasing his soul power is child's play.

As Yao Ming received the information in his mind, a look of wild joy appeared on his face.

Soul Decree!

A technique that can directly enhance soul power through daily practice!

"Thank you so much for bestowing this method upon me, my benefactor!"

Yao Ming immediately bowed deeply in gratitude.

Soul Techniques like the Soul Technique are extremely rare even in the human cultivation world.

Incomplete copies might still be available on the market, but to obtain a complete "Soul Technique," one generally needs to go to the Pill Tower and the Soul Palace.

Monsters themselves do not value soul power, so no cultivation methods have been left in their race. They can only improve little by little by breaking through realms.

If Yao Ming were to search for it himself, risking offending the Pill Tower, he would most likely give up.

After all, the Pill Tower is a sacred place for human alchemists, and offending them would have serious consequences.

And the Soul Palace... needless to say.

Backed by the mysterious power of the Soul Clan, even the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan dares not provoke them easily, let alone the Nine Netherworld Python.

Yao Ming was unaware of the enemies he would face after following Han Feng.

Otherwise, he would definitely be in a real bind.

Han Feng waved his hand.

"Cultivate diligently and strive to learn the Wrath of the Yellow Springs as soon as possible."

"As for this essence blood, it's of great use to me, so I won't give it to you. Is that alright?"

Han Feng looked at Yao Ming, who was startled and quickly said, "Of course, no problem. It was originally given to our benefactor, so take it!"

Yao Ming pretended to be nonchalant, but in reality, he was still a little heartbroken.

After all, the Nine Netherworld Python Clan could have forcibly broken the stone tablet, but in order to obtain the essence blood inside, they followed the rules and did not force it.

Although the restrictions have now been completely lifted, the extremely harsh cultivation conditions of "Yellow Springs Wrath" mean that 99% of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan members are unable to cultivate it.

Now that his essence and blood are gone, it's understandable that Yao Ming feels heartache.

However, times have changed. Yao Ming knew he had no right to bargain with Han Feng, so he readily agreed.

There's nothing we can do if they don't agree.

Han Feng didn't stand on ceremony with Yao Ming.

At this stage, striving to improve one's own cultivation is more important than anything else.

Even if it means sacrificing the interests of others, there's no other way.

Han Feng only intended to keep a small portion of this essence blood for Yao Chen to use when he broke through to the Dou Sheng realm.

He refined the rest himself to improve his cultivation.

"Alright, this matter is settled, and I must leave now. I won't be coming to find you for a while, so focus on developing your tribe."

Han Feng turned around.

"By the way, Elder of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, once my puppet is finished, I will send it back to the Nine Netherworld Python Clan to assist you in its management."

"Yes."

Yao Ming responded.

He wasn't stupid; he knew that puppets weren't solely for assistance, but perhaps also for surveillance.

But he couldn't refuse.

Moreover, from another perspective, he is currently the only Dou Sheng in the Nine Netherworld Python Clan. If another Dou Sheng were to join, his pressure would be reduced.

Yao Ming thought to himself, trying to comfort himself. He looked up and found that Han Feng had left sometime earlier.

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On his journey away from the Nine Netherworld Python Clan's territory, Han Feng walked while simultaneously studying the three combat techniques passed down to him by the Yellow Spring Demon Saint.

Unlike the Yellow Springs fighting techniques used by Yao Ming and Yao Xiaotian, the fighting techniques that the Yellow Springs Demon Saint passed on to Han Feng were clearly more profound.

This is equivalent to directly reaching the highest level, while Yao Ming and the others need to learn little by little through the information on the Yellow Springs Stone Tablet.

This is the reward for withstanding the wrath of the Yellow Springs, just like when Han Feng received the Azure Dragon's True Meaning Initiation, enabling him to quickly master Heavenly Rank Battle Techniques.

"I will have to go into seclusion for a while after I return."

Han Feng felt the Yellow Spring essence blood temporarily stored in his body, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Originally, he only came to the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs to settle the Nine Netherworld Wind Flame, but he did not expect to directly participate in the battle for the clan leader. He not only obtained the remains of two Dou Sheng, but also subdued the current clan leader and took control of the entire Nine Netherworld Earth Python Clan.

Most importantly, he has now obtained the entire legacy of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint.

Looking back on these past few days, it all seems so surreal.

Han Feng slowly calmed his excitement, identified the direction, and flew towards where Jin Xi was.

The Golden Lion Clan acted swiftly in their revenge, confident that with Jin Xi by their side, it would be an easy task.

The Silver Mastiff clan's territory was now littered with corpses and filled with the stench of blood.

Jin Xi only made a move to kill the current Silver Mastiff Clan Chief, a cultivator at the Nine-Star Dou Zong realm, and then let his clansmen kill their enemies themselves to avenge their blood feud.

Regardless of gender, they were all killed. The only survivors were a group of young silver mastiffs that had been deliberately released. Jin Xi did not exterminate them, but chose to let them perish on their own.

"The law of the jungle has always been true. I spared them not out of mercy, but to remind you that only your own strength is the only eternal guarantee."

Jin Xi said to her clansmen.

"The enemy we are about to face is several times stronger than the Silver Mastiff Clan. If we think that killing the Silver Mastiff Clan is the end of our hatred and we lose the motivation to move forward, then what will destroy us is not others, but our own complacency."

On the open ground, a group of golden lions, their bodies stained with blood, stood upright.

Under the moonlight, a gentle breeze was blowing.

Looking at the blonde girl's imposing posture, they shouted in unison, "We will fight to the end! We will never retreat!"

The following day, at the territory of the Netherblood Tiger Clan.

Jin Xi led her clansmen in a night raid on the palace, killing the current leader of the Netherblood Tiger Clan, a seven-star Dou Zun realm overlord, in just three moves.

Over the years, the opponent has not improved much, and is completely helpless against Jin Xi, who has reached the Nine-Star Dou Zun realm.

"kill!"

Jin Xi sheathed her sharpness, and her clansmen deployed into battle formation, beginning to hone their claws and teeth in the bloodshed.

By the time Han Feng arrived, the Netherblood Tiger Clan had already been destroyed, and the entire mountain peak had been cleaved in two with a single strike.

Jin Xi stood alone on the mountaintop. When she saw Han Feng arrive, she took the initiative to go forward to greet him.

"My lord, the blood feud of the Golden Lion Clan has been avenged, and your promise to me has been fulfilled."

Where are your people?

Han Feng looked around and asked.

“I sent them back to their homeland.”

Jin Xi said.

"You're not going back?"

Jin Xi shook her head.

"You have fulfilled your promise to me, but I have not yet fulfilled my promise to you."

"To become the spirit of an artifact in the hands of an adult, and to protect it for all eternity!"

Jin Xi said earnestly.

Han Feng stared at her for a moment and saw determination in her eyes.

Han Feng chuckled softly, "If that's the case, then come back."

Jin Xi nodded, transformed into a golden ray of light, and flew into Han Feng's hand.

Half a day later.

On the flying spirit ship, Mu Qingluan pointed to the mountains ahead and shouted, "That's it!"

The territory of the Azure Phoenix Clan!

Lin Xian'er and the others leaned against the bow of the boat, looking curiously ahead, where something seemed to be trying to take off.

"Have we arrived at Qingluan's home?"

"There must be a lot of blue phoenixes here, right?"

Mu Qingluan felt a little apprehensive about returning home, wondering what to do when she saw her clansmen later.

After all, I haven't been back for a long time.

Swish!

Before she could make up her mind, a huge blue phoenix flew up from below and arrived at the left side of the spirit ship in the blink of an eye.

"So fast!"