Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

When he left Fengcheng, he gave the steward a blueprint and ordered him to lead people to rebuild, demolishing the previous building and creating the new Bamboo Building.

Firstly, it was to leave behind the traces of his predecessor; secondly, he had his own aesthetic sense.

The group happily entered the bamboo house, drawn by the faint scent of bamboo in the air.

We brought a bit too many people back this time, but thankfully there are enough rooms.

The girls went upstairs to choose their rooms, while Han Feng went to the tea room and turned on the mechanism.

Below the tea room, a secret underground chamber was built as required.

It can be used to store treasures or for research.

Since it is a newly built secret chamber, some array formations need to be inscribed around it before it can be put into use.

Han Feng only conducted a preliminary inspection and, after confirming that there were no problems with the construction quality, returned to the tea room.

"Sir, you are back."

The bamboo forest rustled in the wind, and Han Lie, the commander of the Maple Forest Guard, appeared at the door, kneeling on one knee before Han Feng.

This person is Han Feng's confidant. He possesses the cultivation of a Dou Wang, is experienced in his actions, and has made numerous contributions. Han Feng bestowed upon him the surname Han to show his trust and respect.

"I have something to announce to all the elders tomorrow."

"Yes."

Han Lie accepted the order.

"My lord, Elder Liu heard that you have returned and wishes to pay his respects."

Let's talk about it tomorrow.

Han Feng waved his hand, and Han Lie tactfully withdrew.

Inside the tea room, Han Feng spread out a large sheet of paper on the table.

In the time that follows, he needs to think carefully about the rules of the competition and the setting of the rewards.

If he can hold the competition as soon as possible, he can also make contact with the people from Canaan Academy sooner.

The following morning, Han Feng left the bamboo building and headed to the city lord's mansion.

The elders of Maple City were waiting here early.

Han Feng has just returned, so they must show a diligent and conscientious attitude.

"See the City Lord."

Han Feng entered the council hall, and the elders all stood up and bowed.

In Maple City, Han Feng is the biggest.

The so-called elders are just high-ranking positions, and in general, they are no different from those in charge; they all assist Han Feng in governing Fengcheng.

"Gentlemen, it's been a long time. How are you all?"

The elders exchanged glances and then responded in unison, "Thank you for your concern, City Lord. Everything is fine."

Han Feng smiled, then took out a plan and distributed it to the elders for review.

"I'm planning to hold a medicine-making competition. Here's a rough outline of the plan. Take a look."

The elders were startled, and then began to read the words on the page.

Is an alchemist competition being held in the Black Corner Region?

It is stipulated that young alchemists should participate.

The champion's reward is a recipe for a Rank 6 Spirit-Strengthening Pill.

Battle Spirit Pill!

The city lord actually offered such a generous reward.

The elders' minds were immediately filled with a jumble of thoughts.

Han Feng tapped the table, drawing everyone's attention back.

"The elders will need to put in a lot of effort to arrange the specifics of the competition. You have all seen how much importance I attach to this competition."

"Elder Liu, you will take charge of this matter."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will certainly live up to your expectations."

After Han Feng finished speaking, he left the venue, leaving the elders there to discuss the matter.

When they arrived at the office, Elder Liu followed them.

"I heard you needed to see me yesterday."

Elder Liu nodded repeatedly, then took out several letters.

"Several powerful forces have sent letters asking you for pills. They have come several times and their attitude is quite sincere."

Han Feng glanced at the pile of letters on the table. The first one was from the Blood Sect, with a blood-patterned design engraved on the envelope.

"I wasn't this proactive before..."

"Perhaps it's because the city lord has refined a seventh-grade pill that they've become even more persistent."

Han Feng recalled the seventh-grade innate pill he had refined when he first transmigrated.

"If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten."

Han Feng opened the first letter and read it.

The document not only contained the request but also listed many valuable items, demonstrating the sincerity of these forces, just as Elder Liu had said.

"I understand. I'll handle these letters. Is there anything else?"

"That's all. But Lord City Lord, if I may be so bold as to ask, what is the purpose of holding this alchemy competition...?"

Han Feng glanced at Elder Liu, who was half-bent over with his eyes lowered, not daring to meet Han Feng's gaze.

"Elder Liu, please prepare with confidence. You will know when the time is right."

"Yes, then I'll take my leave."

After assigning the tasks, Han Feng felt much more relaxed.

This is the advantage of having a powerful group at your disposal; you don't have to do everything yourself.

"Han Lie".

"exist!"

Han Lie instantly appeared in front of Han Feng, kneeling on one knee, awaiting Han Feng's command.

"Keep an eye on Elder Liu for me. Remember, do not let him notice."

"My lord, Elder Liu's cultivation is not weak; he is far superior to ordinary Maple Forest Guards..."

"Therefore, I need you to take action personally."

Han Feng looked at Han Lie and said, word by word.

"And beside you...?"

"Let Han Beng come."

"Yes!"

Han Beng was also a trusted confidant who was given the surname Han by Han Feng.

However, unlike Han Lie, Han Beng was raised by Han Feng from a young age.

However, the previous Han Feng was somewhat resistant to the master-disciple relationship, so the relationship between the two was merely that of master and servant.

A short while later, Han Beng came to Han Feng's side and temporarily took over Han Lie's work.

"master."

"You recently broke through?"

Han Feng looked at the young man in front of him and suddenly said.

"Yes, I just broke through to the Seven Star Dou Ling level."

"good."

Han Feng gave a word of praise.

To reach the Douling cultivation level at this age shows that Han Beng's talent is not weak.

He is expected to break through to the Dou Wang level within five years.

Han Feng tossed a scroll to Han Beng: "Study it carefully when you get back, and don't slack off in your cultivation."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

Han Beng took the scroll, opened it, and immediately knelt down to express his gratitude.

"Go down."

Han Feng withdrew his gaze and began to examine the letters from the major powers on the table.

Chapter 48 Blood Spirit Divine Mushroom

After quickly glancing through the letters, Han Feng picked out a few and tossed the rest aside.

None of these forces are benevolent, so Han Feng only cares about who offers the highest reward.

A complete rejection is not an option, at least not right now; it would disrupt the balance of the Black Corner Region and bring disaster to Maple City.

However, by selecting only a few and ignoring the majority, the conflict can be cleverly shifted to the various forces in the Black Corner Region, making them compete with each other.

This kind of push-and-pull technique is old-fashioned, but very effective.

This is especially true for those in positions of power.

Han Feng is now at the pinnacle of the alchemy world in the Black Corner Region. He has the power to choose others, and no one can force him to do so.

After summoning the steward and instructing him to deliver the selected letters back to their respective factions, Han Feng turned and entered the cultivation room to begin his practice.

His battle qi cultivation has already reached the peak of Dou Huang, so he doesn't need to refine it too much before advancing to Dou Zong.

Soul power became Han Feng's main attack point.

After months of arduous training, Han Feng's soul power successfully touched the barrier of the spiritual realm.

The progress made may seem insignificant to outsiders, but any high-level cultivator who has studied soul cultivation will understand how difficult it is.

The Spirit Realm signifies that alchemists can refine eighth-grade pills, imbuing them with additional spiritual energy.

In terms of combat power, the Spirit Realm also means that cultivators have the ability to contend with Dou Zun powerhouses.

Even if one masters some profound soul skills, ordinary Dou Zun are no match for Ling Jing cultivators.

This shows just how enormous the gap is between the Great Perfection of the Mortal Realm and the Spiritual Realm.

Han Feng tried to break through these barriers, and powerful soul energy spread and vibrated continuously.

A quarter of an hour later, Han Feng's face turned slightly pale. He changed his hand seals and stopped his breakthrough.

He certainly didn't expect to break through to the Spirit Realm right now, but as long as the barrier is constantly attacked, it will become looser.

The improvement of soul power involves the tedious accumulation of daily efforts, as well as the courage to fearlessly break through barriers when advancing to a higher realm.

Of course, there's still a strategy involved in getting promoted.

Without the "Soul Technique," one cannot even perceive the soul energy in the world, let alone accumulate it bit by bit.

Without a treasure to nurture the soul, rushing into a realm in this way will leave hidden wounds to the soul.

Han Feng took out the Grade 5 Spirit Nourishing Liquid that Jia Xingtian had given him earlier and gulped it down in one go.

The powerful medicinal properties of the elixir quickly began to nourish his soul and soothe the fatigue from his previous breakthrough.

It was only because this thing was rare that Han Feng agreed to refine the pill in the first place.

Enjoying the soothing warmth that nourishes his soul, Han Feng re-condensed his soul imprint and began to efficiently absorb the soul light points scattered throughout the world.

Time passed quietly.

In the blink of an eye, it was the seventh day.