Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

"We didn't stay long enough!"

"Besides, I need to talk to you about something."

Han Feng smiled and asked, "What's up?"

"The pills you gave me back then are preventing me from growing taller!"

Han Feng looked at his junior sister speechlessly.

“Is this my problem?”

"Isn't it?"

"is it?"

Han Feng grabbed his junior sister by the back of her collar and lifted her up.

Mu Qingluan's questioning expression instantly turned into astonishment.

"Hey? Senior brother, what are you doing?"

Want to grow taller?

Mu Qingluan nodded.

"Then cultivate diligently. When you break through to the Dou Zong realm, I'll let you grow as tall as you want."

"Um...it doesn't need to be too tall, just like Sister Xian'er is fine..."

Mu Qingluan blinked her big eyes and smiled modestly.

"Breaking through to the Dou Zong realm is a crucial period, so you must work hard."

Han Feng spoke earnestly.

Mu Qingluan straightened her clothes, muttering to herself, "They always say that..."

When it comes to fighting spirits, people say that fighting kings are important; when it comes to fighting emperors, they say that fighting sect masters are important.

Once they break through to the Dou Zong level, they'll definitely start talking about how important the Dou Chong level is.

"What did you say?"

Han Feng tapped his junior sister on the head.

"nothing."

Mu Qingluan immediately shut up.

She wouldn't dare argue with her senior brother.

Han Feng sighed.

"Ask Xian'er if I've been as strict with her since she broke through to the Dou Zong realm."

Lin Xian'er was taken aback. How did the topic turn to her?

"No, Master is still very open-minded."

"Hmph, then I'll trust you one more time!"

Mu Qingluan crossed her arms over her chest.

"It's like I'm begging you to cultivate?"

Han Feng shook his head helplessly.

"Xian'er, you can stay at Xingyun Pavilion for the next few days. I have some things to take care of in the Beast Domain and will be back soon."

"Okay Master."

"Senior brother, will you be coming to watch the Starfall Pavilion's disciple competition?"

"It might be too late. Could you take a look for me? If Xiao Yan goes on stage, remember to record it with the recording jade."

"no problem!"

Mu Qingluan made a gesture of reassurance, assuring her that the matter was in her hands.

Chapter 287 The Seven-Colored Nest

Han Feng stepped into the void passage and left the Starfall Pavilion in the next instant, heading towards the Beast Domain.

For him, a journey of tens of thousands of miles was but a blink of an eye.

Above the Nether Serpent's vein, Han Feng emerged from the spatial passage.

Near the Nine Netherworld, there were now many more snake guards on guard, and a peak Dou Zun was also stationed there.

The patrolling snake guards immediately went on alert upon seeing Han Feng appear, but the leader, a Dou Zun, stopped his subordinates and stepped forward to bow.

"My lord, the clan chief previously instructed that you may freely enter and exit the Nine Netherworlds. Please."

Han Feng nodded and entered the passage to the Nine Netherworld.

The snake guards looked at their commander in confusion.

"Commander, is he human?"

"And what about humans?"

The peak Dou Zun sighed as he watched Han Feng's disappearing figure.

"He is a Dou Sheng level expert."

"What? A Battle Saint!"

The snake guard, who had been harboring doubts, suddenly regained his senses.

No wonder he can freely enter and leave my clan's blessed land; he is a Dou Sheng powerhouse.

The conflict between humans and magical beasts has existed since ancient times, but once one becomes the strong, the conflict of identity will no longer be the primary issue.

Everything must be done with the overall situation in mind.

Han Feng arrived at the shore of the Yellow Springs and looked at the river surface shrouded in yellow mist. He flicked the flame in his hand and instantly tore open a passage.

Upon entering the Yellow Springs, Han Feng quickly descended, ignoring the scenery along the way, and went straight to the bottom of the Yellow Springs.

There was no light at the bottom of the Yellow Springs, but Han Feng's arrival brought long-lost light to this place.

Following his previous senses, Han Feng entered a passage. At the end of the passage was the world beneath the Yellow Springs, where Yao Ming had been imprisoned.

Han Feng walked through the passage and saw a remnant of a chain, pressing heavily on the intricately patterned stone platform.

At the other end of the chain was a huge black rock—the Yellow Springs Yin Stone.

At this moment, the Yellow Spring Yin Stone was enveloped in a ball of pitch-black flame, with a faint black aura swirling around it, forming a natural vortex that gathered the surrounding energy.

The Nine Nether Wind Flame possesses its own spirituality and actively absorbs yin and cold energy to advance. The energy fluctuations it exhibits now are much stronger than they were three years ago.

"It seems to be working well."

Han Feng walked closer and carefully sensed the power of the Nine Nether Wind Flame.

They have already reached the Dou Zong level.

If this had happened more than a decade ago, it would have been the standard that Han Feng could have absorbed.

However, there's no need to rush now. If we nurture it for another two or three years, it might reach the Dou Zun limit. Refining it then will yield much better results.

Han Feng's current need for the Strange Fire is mainly to advance his "Burning Technique". As for the inherent law attributes of the Strange Fire itself, they are not that important.

Having an additional wind attribute law would give Han Feng another means of attack, but it wouldn't directly increase his combat power.

He's already very strong; unless there's a qualitative change, it won't have much of an impact.

Han Feng gently stroked the Yellow Spring Yin Stone, then prepared to leave.

However, when he reached the entrance of the cave, a mysterious feeling suddenly made him stop in his tracks.

Han Feng looked around and muttered to himself, "Why does it feel like there's something else hidden here?"

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If it were the previous Han Feng, he might not have been able to detect the treasure so keenly.

However, with the breakthrough in his cultivation level and the improvement of his soul power, Han Feng is now able to detect that hint of opportunity.

Half an hour later, Han Feng arrived at a spot. He looked at the cold ground beneath his feet and squinted.

The chill here may not seem as strong as that of the Yellow Springs Yin Stone at first glance, but it actually has a different kind of chill.

A chilling aura surged towards Han Feng, its hidden power carrying a familiar scent.

"Let me see what secrets are hidden here."

With a single gesture, Han Feng summoned the chilling energy of the Yellow Springs, which seemed to recognize its master and quickly flowed into his palm.

"Underworld Palm!"

A powerful palm strike slammed into the ground, causing the surface to crack rapidly, and a beam of colorful light shone out from the crack.

Han Feng was startled. This was... a similar aura to Cai'er and Medusa?

Ancient mythical beast, the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python!

Han Feng probed downwards with his divine sense, then immediately stomped his foot and used the power of the Xuanhuang Flame to repair the shattered earth.

"Down there... it's actually a nest."

A nest containing the souls and remains of hundreds of seven-colored Sky-Devouring Pythons!

The Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python clan is stronger than the Nine Netherworld Python in terms of bloodline, but because their numbers are so few, they are not as famous as the Nine Netherworld Sky-Swallowing Python.

And beneath the Nine Netherworlds, a gathering place for the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python was discovered.

Compared to the few seven-colored source stones found in Medicine Saint Valley, the value here is many times higher.

If Cai'er and Medusa were to cultivate here, their cultivation might advance by leaps and bounds in a day.

Han Feng had only glanced briefly into the nest when he discovered that among the hundreds of Seven-Colored Sky-Devouring Pythons, many were at the eighth rank, and a few even had auras that had reached the ninth rank, which was equivalent to Dou Sheng!

These are the essence of the remains of the dead, and their value is no less than that of the blood essence of a demon saint.

Unfortunately, this kind of essence blood that has not been specially processed by the original owner is very difficult for outsiders to refine. Even if they forcibly swallow it, it will cause a great waste of energy.

Therefore, in this world, Han Feng currently only sees Cai'er and Medusa as having the good fortune to enjoy this.

Han Feng looked at the filled cracks in the land and sighed deeply.

The Nine Netherworlds truly deserve to be called a first-class blessed land. Besides the endless Yin energy of the Yellow Springs, it also hides such a treasure.

Fortunately, the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python's lair is relatively well-hidden, and unless one has a strong soul force, it is difficult to find it under the cover of yin energy.

The soul power of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan is naturally weak, so even Yao Ming, who has been in this place for hundreds of years, did not notice anything amiss.

"This trip to the Netherworld was definitely worthwhile."

Han Feng smiled.

It's been a long time since I've seen Cai'er and the others, so this is a good opportunity to give them a surprise.

Han Feng turned and left the bottom of the Yellow Springs, arriving at the shore.

Yao Ming was already waiting here.

He originally intended to go into the water to search, but the coldness of the Nine Netherworld was too strong, and even he could not stay there for too long, otherwise he would have an uncomfortable reaction. So after thinking it over, he decided to wait for Han Feng on the shore.

"grown ups!"

Yao Ming stepped forward and bowed.

Han Feng nodded and looked at the aura emanating from Yao Ming.

"There has been progress; my soul power has finally broken through to the Spirit Realm."

When Yao Ming last came, his soul power was only equivalent to that of a seventh-grade alchemist. However, since he started cultivating the Soul Technique three years ago, he has now successfully advanced to the Spirit Realm and possesses the level of an eighth-grade alchemist.

As a Dou Sheng powerhouse, he possesses abundant resources, and with a little effort, he can still improve quickly.

"In order to learn 'The Wrath of the Yellow Springs' as soon as possible, I have not missed a single day of practicing 'The Soul Technique'."

"Yao Ming said."

The allure of high-level Heavenly Rank combat techniques was so irresistible that it made Yao Ming, a beast overlord who had never paid attention to soul power, start to value it.