Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

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Han Feng took a deep breath, and his soul flew into the cave first to sense the situation inside.

"Such a sinister and domineering power."

The Ancient Celestial Serpent is a powerful magical beast on par with the Ancient Celestial Phoenix and the Ancient Void Dragon.

Among them, the Nine-Headed Celestial Serpent is the highest level among the ancient celestial serpents, equivalent to the Nine-Colored Celestial Devouring Python among the Celestial Devouring Pythons.

Chapter 423 Nine-Headed Heavenly Serpent

The reason for the peculiar air pressure permeating this valley seems to be quite clear now.

Nine-headed celestial serpent.

Even after death, a super magical beast whose bloodline has reached its peak still possesses extremely profound energy that influences this land.

It's unclear whether Qinglin's possession by the remnant soul of the Nine-Headed Heavenly Serpent is a good thing or a bad thing.

Han Feng sighed softly.

"A blessing in disguise..."

If Qinglin can refine the remnant soul of the Nine-Headed Heavenly Serpent, the benefits he gains will probably not be much less than those from the Nine-Colored Devouring Python inheritance that Cai'er received.

"Qinglin, the remnant soul of the Nine-Headed Heavenly Serpent within you is currently restrained by your Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil, but you can probably sense that it may break free of its restraints at any moment."

Qinglin nodded slightly.

The previously invincible Jade Serpent with its Three-Flower Pupil suffered its first defeat when facing the remnant soul of the Nine-Headed Heavenly Serpent.

The remnant soul is only temporarily quiet now; it doesn't mean that Qinglin has already subdued it.

"I'll figure out a way to handle this later."

Han Feng patted Qing Lin's head.

As the overlord of snakes, the Nine-Headed Heavenly Serpent is difficult for ordinary people to deal with. Han Feng estimated that even if he asked the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, they would not know how to handle it.

After all, this remnant soul was their ancestor's ancestor.

The two were not in a hurry to continue their journey after their reunion.

Han Feng first led Qing Lin to the cave where she had previously discovered the remnant soul of the Nine-Headed Heavenly Serpent. After searching carefully, they found a serpent scale that looked very ancient.

Qinglin looked at the snake scale with curiosity. Han Feng had found it deep in the cave, and she hadn't noticed it before.

Having been possessed by the remnant soul of the Nine-Headed Heavenly Serpent, she was quite frightened and didn't search the place thoroughly.

"I heard from your master that you traveled to the Beast Realm. How was it? What did you gain?"

Han Feng asked while playing with the snake scales.

"Not bad. I went to a Dou Sheng ruin and found a peak 8th-grade pill that was about to transform into a 9th-grade pill."

As she spoke, Qinglin took out the pill.

This elixir, of the eighth grade and nine-colored thunder level, is already very lifelike in appearance, resembling a snow-white kitten with a round belly, which is extremely cute.

"It really is a top-grade eighth-rank pill, not bad."

Han Feng smiled and nodded.

Although Han Feng could refine a top-grade eighth-rank pill without much effort, the pill in Qing Lin's hand was clearly more spiritually potent, a testament to its long and rich heritage.

This is something that newly refined elixirs cannot compare to.

A moment later, Han Feng had eight more snake scales in his hand, which looked to be from the same source as the first one.

"Are these all remains of the Nine-Headed Celestial Serpent?"

Qinglin asked curiously.

Han Feng nodded.

"Indeed, although these snake scales have been buried for a long time and some of their energy has been lost, their essence remains unchanged."

There are nine snake scales in total, each representing one of the nine reverse scales of the nine-headed celestial serpent.

If this were in ancient times, these nine reverse scales could unleash extremely powerful energy.

But perhaps due to the passage of time, or some other reason, the power of these nine reverse scales is now far less than before.

"If we refine it again and try to activate the remaining energy inside, we might be able to forge a unique sacred artifact."

Han Feng pondered.

Qing Lin is now a Dou Zun level cultivator and has the initial ability to control a semi-sacred artifact.

Moreover, she possesses the remnant soul of the Nine-Headed Celestial Serpent within her body. If she can refine it in the future, those nine reverse scales will become her most suitable weapon.

The two left the cave and wandered around the area again, but this time they did not find any other treasures.

"Only nine reverse scales remain, it seems that the Nine-Headed Heavenly Serpent's physical remains have been completely destroyed."

Since they were unaware of what happened there back then, the two had no way of making any inferences.

After leaving a mark on the spot, Han Feng and Qing Lin did not linger and flew out of the valley.

"Uncle Han, where are we going now?"

Qinglin followed Han Feng and asked.

“Nine Netherworld Python Clan, I will be quite busy for the next period of time, so I will not be able to escort you back to the Heavenly Serpent Palace.”

“I’m not going back. My master agreed to let me come out this time.”

Going out to gain experience is a necessary step for any strong person, and Qinglin's current cultivation level is in no way weaker than her master's.

Therefore, Qinglin now possesses considerable autonomy in making choices.

Han Feng smiled.

"Then you can stay by my side for now."

Qinglin nodded, a happy smile spreading across her face.

The time I could spend alone with Uncle Han Feng was very precious.

With no one else around to disturb her, Qinglin felt a sense of possessing Han Feng all to herself.

A person's love is meant to be shared. If there are many people around, one will inevitably feel neglected. Qinglin had experienced this feeling before, but she never said anything. She just silently longed in her heart to receive Han Feng's undivided love one day.

Now the time has finally come.

Qinglin silently apologized to her mother, Sister Xian'er, and Sister Cai'er.

This was fate, not something she deliberately forced.

A moment later, Han Feng led Qing Lin to the territory of the Nine Netherworld Python.

Looking at the mountain range before him, Qinglin felt a surge of pride.

Her cultivation as a Dou Zun and the perfected Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil gave her the qualifications to look down upon the Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

Nowadays, aside from the few half-saint level experts in the clan, Qinglin is not afraid of any clan elders. Even some half-saint level Nine Netherworld Pythons would be affected when facing the Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil.

The two arrived deep within the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, where Yao Ming quickly came out to greet them.

"My lord, is this another bloodline baptism ceremony to be held?"

Yao Ming first bowed respectfully, then asked.

Han Feng nodded.

"Alright, I'll send someone to prepare immediately."

"Yao Ming said."

"No rush, I plan to make this bloodline baptism ceremony more grand."

The magical beasts gathered in the Beast Realm now have a great opportunity.

With the groundwork laid in the previous two events, more Warcraft players are now likely to believe in the authenticity of the Bloodline Baptism Ceremony.

Han Feng could take this opportunity to give his initial thoughts.

Of course, he couldn't openly say that he wanted to use the beastmen to fight against the soulmen.

No one would be foolish enough to do something like that, not even Warcraft, which is known for being brainless.

If Han Feng wants to ignite the fighting spirit in the hearts of the beast race and make them work for him, the first thing he needs to do is to elevate the authority of his identity as the Saint of Ten Thousand Beasts to the extreme.

As long as more and more magical beasts are willing to believe in the power of the Beast Saint, it is only natural for them to obey the Beast Saint's orders and fight against the Soul Clan.

Han Feng is now taking advantage of the Bloodline Baptism Conference to bring more and more magical beasts into his camp.

This faction has no distinction of bloodline or race; there is only one common nexus: the Sage of Ten Thousand Beasts.

After listening to Han Feng explain the general requirements of this Bloodline Conference, Yao Ming concluded that the key word was "big".

Get as many monsters as possible involved.

Yao Ming couldn't help but wonder, was the master finally preparing to make a move?

Yao Ming didn't know what Han Feng's purpose was.

However, he positioned himself as an executor and had no intention of overstepping his bounds.

No matter how dark or evil Han Feng's motives are, the Nine Netherworld Python Clan will still do them.

This is the proper attitude after taking sides, unless you no longer want to take sides.

But for the Nine Netherworld Python Clan now, this alliance is not something that can be easily severed.

"Go and prepare, make proper arrangements, and don't ruin the whole thing by rushing."

Yao Ming accepted the order and took his leave.

Before leaving, he glanced at Qinglin beside Han Feng out of the corner of his eye.

He had seen this girl before, but in just a few years, she had become quite capable.

In the past, Yao Ming would never have sensed any threat from Qing Lin.

Even though his soul power was far inferior to Qinglin's, his overwhelming superiority in cultivation level was enough to make up for this deficiency.

But now, Yao Ming actually sensed a threat from Qing Lin.

This threat is unlikely to occur under normal circumstances and only takes effect in special times.

For example, Yao Ming stared at Qing Lin without any precautions, and then Qing Lin used the Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil, while Yao Ming was completely unprepared to counterattack.

Only under such extreme circumstances can Qinglin's soul power exert its advantage and subdue the not-so-intelligent brains of magical beasts.

"Bloodline Baptism Ceremony, Uncle Han, what are you planning to do this time?"

"Qinglin asked."

"I can't say for now, but it's all in preparation for one thing."

Han Feng sat down and rested for a while.

Qinglin also sat down and gently leaned against Han Feng.

"Uncle Han, when do you think we can spend more time together?"

"What do you mean?"

"That's right, just like we used to live happily together at Canaan Academy."

Han Feng smiled gently, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Those were truly wonderful times.

But things have changed. That little girl from back then has now become a Dou Zun powerhouse.