Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

His gaze pierced through the thick clouds, looking at the faint dawn light on the horizon, where he seemed to see the outline of future war and hope intertwined.

Reincarnation Platform, Soul Clan, Chaotic World, Strange Flame, Alliance... every line extends beneath his feet, and all he has to do is cross them one by one.

The outline of the Starfall Pavilion finally came into clear view in front of us.

The mountain gate remained tranquil, the array functioned as usual, and the deep blue starlight flowed between the pavilions, just as serene and peaceful as when Han Feng first arrived.

Han Feng landed gracefully, his robes remaining still as he touched the ground, his steps as steady as a rock.

He pushed open the main hall door, and a familiar medicinal fragrance wafted towards him.

Yao Chen was currently preparing a new pill formula, but since he hadn't started refining it yet, he wasn't in seclusion.

"I'm home."

Yao Chen looked at Han Feng and smiled gently.

"What was the result this time?"

Han Feng walked over and sat down next to Yao Chen.

"Not bad, at least we've found some clues."

Han Feng recounted the story of the Thunder Clan in detail.

Yao Chen's expression darkened slightly upon hearing this, but he did not lose his composure.

He slowly closed the prescription on the table, his fingers pausing slightly as he picked up a medicinal herb, his eyes appearing more profound in the candlelight.

"The Lei Clan... Although they act recklessly, their patriarch Lei Ying was already an eight-star Dou Sheng powerhouse a thousand years ago, and he is by no means an ordinary person."

Yao Chen said in a deep voice, "The fact that the Soul Clan could tamper with things right under his nose shows that their methods are now more secretive and ruthless than they were back then."

"The specific situation of the Thunder Clan is still unknown, but I plan to make a trip to the Medicine Clan next."

Han Feng said.

"The Medicine Clan?!"

Yao Chen's voice rose noticeably, but he quickly calmed down.

"That's right, now you only have the Medicine Clan left to visit."

Yao Chen knew Han Feng's plan, so he wasn't particularly surprised.

I just didn't expect Han Feng's plan to go to the Medicine Clan would start so quickly.

The Medicine Clan, that's truly our home.

Yao Chen gently stroked the spiritual herb with his fingertips, remaining silent for a long time. Although his expression had returned to calm, the emotions in his eyes were complex and difficult to discern.

"The Medicine Clan..." he repeated softly, a barely perceptible sigh in his voice.

That place was not only his former ancestral homeland, but also the place he least wanted to look back on.

Han Feng looked at him without interrupting. He knew that the grudges and entanglements between his teacher and the Medicine Clan were far deeper than they appeared on the surface.

"Although the Medicine Clan is still the number one holy land of alchemy, the clan's atmosphere is no longer what it used to be." Yao Chen put the spiritual medicine into the jade box, and his tone slowly turned somber. "It is strong on the outside but weak on the inside. The power struggle is serious, and there are very few people who can truly win the hearts of the people."

He looked up at Han Feng and said, "If you want to contact them in the name of the alliance, you can try, but don't expect to convince the entire clan in one go. Especially those old stubborn ones, they despise those who try to bring about change the most."

"You won't stop me from going, will you?" Han Feng asked with a smile.

"Can I stop you?" Yao Chen chuckled. "Since you've embarked on this path, you're destined to knock on the doors of these slumbering ancient clans one by one."

He changed the subject, took out a jade slip from his sleeve, and handed it over. "This is the information about the Medicine Clan that I recorded back then. Although it may be a bit outdated, given the style of those old guys in the Medicine Clan, it probably hasn't changed much by now."

Han Feng accepted the jade slip.

In fact, he had seen the above things in his previous life, but this time, Yao Chen was giving them to him for the first time.

"By the way, teacher, is there something you want to do back in the Medicine Clan?"

"me?"

Yao Chen was taken aback by Han Feng's question.

Of course, he had things he wanted to do back in the Medicine Clan, but those things had to be done openly and honestly. If Han Feng wanted to hide his identity, he definitely couldn't do it.

"Not at the moment, we'll talk about it later."

Yao Chen said this.

Han Feng nodded when he heard Yao Chen say this, without revealing that he knew what his teacher was thinking.

After all, in this life, he had never revealed to himself his experiences in the Medicine Clan.

"Then, I will take my leave."

"Go."

Han Feng bowed respectfully, and in a flash, he disappeared outside the main hall.

Night quietly descended, and the starlight of the Starfall Pavilion slowly poured down, as if coating the figures about to embark on their journey with a layer of silent light.

The candlelight flickered in the hall, and the medicinal dust remained untouched for a long time. He looked down at the sealed prescription on the table, his fingertips slowly tracing the medicinal patterns in the corner. After a while, he sighed softly.

"Yao Feng, Yao Wangui... what you owe me, you will eventually have to repay." His voice was low, his tone filled with long-standing resentment and a trace of anger that had never been extinguished.

Suddenly, he flipped his palm over, and a long-sealed copper scroll appeared in his hand. The surface of the scroll was mottled and engraved with extremely ancient alchemical symbols.

Yao Chen stared at it silently for a long time before gently tucking it into his sleeve.

"Father, Mother, I will help you fulfill your wishes."

The grudges and right and wrong of that year are clear as day. Yao Wangui plotted to frame Yao Chen and expel him from the Yao clan so that his younger brother Yao Feng could win first place in the Medicine Competition.

Although Yao Chen was indeed young and reckless back then, falling into the trap set by Yao Wangui, can the fact that he was framed and his family was destroyed be attributed to the blindness of heaven?

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The following morning, the Starfall Pavilion was shrouded in mist, and the main hall doors slowly opened as Han Feng stepped inside.

The candles inside the hall were still lit, and Yao Chen was still sitting at his desk, but his expression was calmer than the night before, and there was a hint of weariness on his face.

Han Feng frowned slightly, walked up to them, clasped his hands in a fist and said in a low voice, "Master, this disciple will set off for the Medicine Clan today."

Yao Chen looked up at him, his eyes slightly clouded, yet still carrying a gentle smile: "Go ahead and do it."

Han Feng nodded, but still couldn't help asking, "Didn't you sleep last night, teacher?"

Yao Chen smiled but did not answer directly. He only said, "Some old things have come to mind and are going on and on. It's natural to feel uneasy, but it doesn't matter. What needs to be faced will eventually have to be faced."

He paused, then took out a crimson-gold pill bottle from his sleeve and gently placed it on the table: "This is a 'Soul-Protecting Pill' that I refined yesterday. It will be of some help to your journey ahead. Many of the Medicine Clan's experts are Soul Cultivators. If they encounter a disturbance of their divine sense or a soul invasion, they can take it at a critical moment to stabilize their soul and protect their consciousness."

Han Feng accepted it solemnly and said in a low voice, "Thank you, teacher."

Yao Chen looked at him, his gaze slowly becoming serious: "Feng'er, if you visit the Yao Clan in the name of the Soul Extermination Division, they may test you, try to win you over, or even target you in secret. But if you reveal your true identity, that will be a complete falling out. No matter what you choose, remember not to let anger cloud your judgment."

Han Feng nodded in a deep voice: "I understand."

Yao Chen nodded and said, "Go."

Han Feng bowed respectfully, then turned and left.

As the sun rose outside the palace, its rays fell upon his cloak, outlining his clear and upright silhouette.

Yao Chen stood in the hall, watching him leave, his gaze distant and profound.

"Medicine Clan... it's time for you to wake up."

Chapter 467 Assassination

After leaving the Starfall Pavilion, Han Feng did not linger and flew straight towards the Medicine Clan.

The Medicine Clan, located deep within the Shennong Mountains, is the highest sacred site of alchemy in the world.

Compared to the Medicine Clan, the Dan Tower is more like the choice of ordinary people, while the Medicine Clan is the undisputed leader.

This point is surprisingly consistent among high-level alchemists.

Even though Han Feng didn't have a good impression of the Medicine Clan, he had to admit it.

Deep within the Shennong Mountains lies a region demarcated by the Medicine Clan and protected by an array, making it difficult for outsiders to enter.

The mountains are rich in spiritual energy, with vast fields of medicinal herbs, mythical beasts roaming freely, and ancient trees reaching for the sky.

Legend has it that this mountainous region has been home to the roots of celestial medicine since ancient times, and is one of the foundations of the medicinal herb clan.

The Medicine Clan chose the Shennong Mountains as their base from the very beginning, establishing themselves against the mountains.

Because of its abundant resources, many people came to compete for it in ancient times. However, the Medicine Clan was not weak. Each time, they could not only defend themselves but also hire many powerful people with pills.

Although the other ancient clans recognized the extraordinary nature of this treasure land, it was the Medicine Clan that could make the most of this field of spiritual herbs.

If we give these medicines to the Spirit Clan or the Stone Clan, it would be a waste of so many good medicines.

At noon, Han Feng used a spatial wormhole to return to the Shennong Mountains.

He had changed his clothes and was now dressed in a blue robe, carrying a black wooden medicine chest on his back. His expression was calm and his steps were steady.

A mountain breeze brushed against my clothes, carrying with it a rich medicinal fragrance. This fragrance was not artificially brewed, but rather the result of years of natural medicinal herbs growing in the mountains, possessing a unique and refreshing aroma.

Han Feng's gaze swept across the distant mountains, his eyes sparkling with inspiration, before finally settling on a faintly visible screen of light.

That was a large array barrier set up by the Medicine Clan, shaped like a crescent moon and stretching across the mountaintop, with pale golden light flowing around it, like a veil of heaven hanging down from the sky, completely isolating the Medicine Clan's location.

Only those who have achieved great spiritual cultivation can see through this barrier.

Han Feng did not rush to get closer, but instead slowly walked towards the foot of the mountain.

This place is deep in the Shennong Mountains, but it is not as outsiders imagine, a desolate place apart from the Medicine Clan.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small town called "Danling Town".

Although this town is not part of the Medicine Clan's territory, it survives by relying on the Medicine Clan. It is a gathering place for wandering pharmacists, spirit herb dealers, monster hunters, and various treasure hunters. Information exchanges are frequent, making it an excellent foothold for finding out the Medicine Clan's movements.

The town's streets are narrow, yet bustling with activity. The aromas of herbs, animal blood, and fire mingled together, creating a unique "market atmosphere."

Han Feng moved swiftly and stood before "Lingxiangju," the largest teahouse in town. He pushed open the door, chose a seat by the window, ordered a pot of "Seven Flavors Awakening Tea," and said calmly:

"Shopkeeper, bring me a few of the latest news bulletins from town."

Seeing his extraordinary demeanor, the shopkeeper dared not neglect him and personally served him tea, and also handed him a stack of bamboo slips.

Han Feng looked down and flipped through the pages, his gaze sweeping over several entries such as "The competition for the new Venerable within the Medicine Clan is fierce, and the rivalry among the Nine Sons has reignited," "An elder of the Medicine Clan has been in seclusion for three years and is suspected of breaking through to the Five-Star Dou Sheng realm," and "The Lei Clan's envoy entered the mountain three months ago and has not yet returned."

His fingertips paused slightly, landing on one of them:

"The Medicine Clan has recently begun screening 'external experts' in an attempt to stabilize internal conflicts with external assistance. It is said that Elder Yao Ming is in charge of this, which may be related to the internal situation of the clan."

"Yao Ming..." Han Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, but a faint smile appeared on his lips. "The Third Elder of the Yao Clan."

He put away the bamboo slips and got up to pay the bill.

After leaving the teahouse, he turned and quietly disappeared into the shadows of the forest, dodging the several figures chasing him. Following the path described by his teacher, he approached the light curtain formation.

The Pill Spirit Array is very special; those who can come here are not ordinary people. The Medicine Clan needs a channel to connect with the outside world, so the Pill Spirit Array serves as this facade.

There is a lot of information here, but who can completely distinguish between the true and the false? And once you come here, you have to be prepared to be used as intelligence.

Han Feng glanced at the few people who had been left behind. They looked around with serious expressions, but when they didn't see Han Feng, they could only turn back unwillingly.

"Have the Medicine Clan encountered any trouble lately?"

Han Feng said softly.

The Thunder Clan's envoy never returned, and Elder Yaoming's organization hired external experts—all these statements point to the fact that the Yao Clan is not as peaceful as it seems.

Of course, to know the specifics, we need to go and see for ourselves. Danling Town is a mixed bag, and sometimes the descriptions are exaggerated.

It's possible that those Thunder Clan envoys have already left the Medicine Clan through other routes, and recruiting powerful individuals from outside the clan might just be a gimmick.

Han Feng arrived outside the light screen, raised his hand to condense a ray of spiritual light, and placed it on the light screen.

The spiritual light quickly spread across the light screen. Han Feng did not conceal his figure, and soon a divine sense gaze emanated from within the light screen.

"Who is coming?"

Han Feng returned the greeting with neither arrogance nor servility, his disguised face bearing a cold smile, polite yet aloof.

"The Pharmacist from the Soul Slaughtering Division has come to pay his respects!"

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The formation trembled slightly, and the golden light quivered. The divine sense remained silent for a moment, seemingly searching for the authenticity of the identity he had reported.