Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

Do you still want to cultivate it?

The White Tiger has asked this question countless times.

"Yes."

Han Feng said.

"I have no other choice but to cultivate myself."

The white tiger let out a long sigh.

"Then come with me."

The white tiger slowly stood up, which seemed to be one of the few times it had moved.

Han Feng followed behind Bai Hu, walking in silence.

This White Tiger Space is undergoing some subtle changes at this moment.

A sliver of light faded from the edges, while the space before us grew ever brighter.

The entire space seemed to be shrinking.

Han Feng's pupils contracted slightly as he sensed that the White Tiger's power was also diminishing.

He wanted to speak, but at that moment, the white tiger's gaze swept over him, its eyes conveying the message that no further words were needed.

Han Feng took back what he was about to say and continued walking in silence.

This is a path of no return. The White Tiger is expending its power to create a more perfect cultivation environment for Han Feng.

A moment later, the white tiger stopped in front of a cave.

Looking into the dark cave, Han Feng's intuition told him that something terrifying was inside.

The white tiger glanced at the cave, and without hesitation, stepped inside.

As Han Feng followed the white tiger into the cave, a suffocating atmosphere, so different from the outside world, rushed towards him.

Deep within the cave, contrary to expectations, came two distinct roars—one deep and majestic, carrying a calming power; the other violent and ferocious, filled with a desire to destroy everything, each roar causing rubble to fall from the cave walls.

As they went deeper, the scene before him caused Han Feng's pupils to suddenly contract.

In the center of the cave, two phantom images of a white tiger, similar in form to the real white tiger but with distinct features, were prominently displayed.

One white, one black.

The white tiger, though its form was somewhat ethereal, radiated a soft and pure light, its eyes gentle and wise, like a wise man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

It lay there quietly, and even when it saw Han Feng and the White Tiger's true form enter, it only nodded slightly, its posture peaceful.

The other black tiger, however, was completely different.

It was also ethereal, but its body was shrouded in an intense, impenetrable black aura. Its scarlet eyes held only a frenzied desire for destruction. Its form was much more solid than the white benevolent corpse, and it appeared even more violent.

At this moment, its limbs and neck are tightly bound by several chains made of pure white light, seemingly condensed from the power of Geng metal.

The other end of the chain was deeply embedded in the cave wall, with runes flowing on it, radiating a powerful sealing force.

The black tiger struggled and charged incessantly, each violent movement causing the chains to clang and flash with intense white light, as if they might break at any moment.

It roared deafeningly at Han Feng and the white tiger's true form, baring its fangs, filled with deep-seated hatred and resentment.

"Roar—! Let me go! You coward! You piece of trash!"

The black tiger's voice was hoarse and distorted, filled with resentment and malice.

"Do you see that?" The voice of the White Tiger in its true form was filled with deep weariness and a hint of bitterness. Its huge single eye stared at the black White Tiger that was imprisoned by chains and struggling wildly. "This is my current fate. I failed to completely eliminate the evil corpses, which backfired on me, resulting in this predicament."

Han Feng observed carefully and noticed that although the white benevolent corpse and the black malevolent corpse were of different strengths, they both presented an illusory feeling of not being completely solid.

This is clearly a direct manifestation of "the corpse not being completely eradicated." They have separated from the main body, but they have not become completely independent, nor have they been completely "eradicated" or "fused" into it. They are like maggots clinging to the bone. In particular, this powerful evil corpse has become the biggest burden and hidden danger to the White Tiger's main body.

"The way to sever the corpse is to make decisive decisions first and foremost, and one must never hesitate."

The white tiger's voice sounded particularly heavy against the background roar of the evil corpse. It turned to Han Feng, its single eye flashing with a complex light.

“When I slew the good corpse in the past, although I was not able to complete the task, my good intentions were gentle and the hidden dangers did not appear. When I slew the evil corpse, because the good corpse was not cleansed, the power was unbalanced, and the evil intentions backfired like a flood breaking through the dam. The clash between good and evil caused my mind to become confused, and evil spirits took advantage of the weakness and eventually caused a great disaster.”

Its massive head drooped slightly, as if recalling its painful past.

Next, Baihu began to explain to Han Feng in detail the key points and methods of severing the "good corpse," how to identify, peel away, guide, and ultimately destroy the "good corpse" that originated from one's own purest good thoughts.

It describes things in great detail, from mental preparation to the circulation of spiritual energy, and then to the illusions and temptations that may be encountered.

Surprisingly, the white, benevolent corpse listened quietly. When the white tiger spoke at certain crucial points, it would even calmly add to the story, its voice gentle and clear: "Young friend, you must remember this: good intentions are not weakness, and cutting off good intentions is not heartlessness. The key lies in 'discernment' and 'transcendence.' Use your own heart as a mirror to see the attachment to good intentions, so that you can act cleanly and decisively, leaving no future troubles."

Its supplements are precise and wise, as if helping the original body to perfect its teaching, and its attitude is exceptionally cooperative.

However, when Baihu began to explain the dangers and key points of slaying the evil corpse, the black evil corpse, which was bound by chains, reacted extremely violently.

It no longer merely roared, but frantically pounded against the chains binding it, attempting to pounce on Han Feng and the White Tiger's true form. The chains groaned under its strain, and the white light flickered violently.

"Shut up, you old bastard! Don't even think about killing me again!" The corpse's voice was as grating as scraping metal. "Power! Destruction! That is eternal! Kill me? Wishful thinking! Once I break free, I will devour you all! Roar—!"

It struggled desperately, the chains digging deep into its illusory body, and even faint black energy was burned and annihilated by the white light on the chains, but it didn't care at all, its eyes filled only with endless madness and destructive desire.

Baihu finished explaining the precautions for slaying the evil corpse with difficulty. He looked at the evil corpse writhing wildly in its chains, cursing incessantly, then glanced at the calm good corpse beside it, and finally turned to Han Feng. His huge single eye was filled with self-mockery and sincere admonition:

"Han Feng, my path has gone astray; I am a complete failure. You may refer to what I say, but you must not take it as gospel or follow it blindly. This 'Three Corpses Slaying Dao Scripture' is profound and unpredictable. Everyone's 'good,' 'evil,' and 'attachment' are different, and the method of slaying corpses will inevitably vary from person to person. You must base yourself on yourself, understand your own heart, and find your own path of 'slaying the Dao.' Imitating me will only lead to repeating the same mistakes."

Faced with this shocking and cruel case of failure, and Baihu's undisguised self-analysis and sincere admonition, Han Feng felt a surge of deep respect.

He took a deep breath, bowed deeply to the white tiger before him—a tiger whose very essence had been exhausted in suppressing its own evil thoughts, and whose form appeared even more desolate due to the shrinking space—and spoke in a clear and firm voice:

"Senior White Tiger, your experience and lessons are invaluable to me. Your guidance has made me see the dangers of this path and understand the importance of decisiveness and one's own path. Rest assured, Senior, Han Feng is not a fool. I will remember your teachings, learn from the past, clarify my mind and nature, and walk my own path of 'slaying the Dao'!"

Inside the cave, the benevolent corpse nodded quietly, while the malevolent corpse continued to roar and struggle madly. The clanging of chains and the howling sounds intertwined. Han Feng's gaze, after the initial shock, had become as steady as a rock, gleaming with an unquestionable determination.

Deep inside the cave, Han Feng found a relatively quiet corner and sat down cross-legged.

His mind sank into the deepest state of meditation, eliminating all external disturbances—including the ceaseless roar of the black corpse and the clanging of the chains.

His spiritual world consisted only of the jade slip containing the "Three Corpses Slaying Dao Scripture" before him, and the Dao of Slaying Corpses that he repeatedly pondered in his mind.

"Slay the good corpse, strive to slay it completely..."

Han Feng's thoughts were like a cold blade, dissecting the core of the technique.

He understood the meaning of "severing": it was not about extinguishing one's kind nature, but about completely stripping away and severing the "attachment to good intentions" that might become unbalanced due to obsession, becoming an obstacle or hidden danger.

After it is cut off, the pure goodwill in one's heart may disappear, but as long as the "id" consciousness is firm and the "evil thoughts" have not gone out of control, the foundation will not be shaken.

The tragedy of the White Tiger lies in the imbalance of power and the chain reaction of collapse caused by the incomplete purification of the good corpse when the evil corpse was being slain.

This first step must be taken cleanly and decisively.

Time slipped away quietly in absolute focus, and several months passed in the blink of an eye.

Han Feng's deductions were meticulous and far surpassed the painstaking efforts he had made when refining the Emperor Pill.

Every possible thought, every key point in the flow of spiritual energy, and every possible change in mindset was repeatedly pondered, simulated, and corrected under his powerful soul force.

During this time, he repeatedly extended his mind to communicate and verify with the white tiger, especially the white benevolent corpse. He did not inquire about specific techniques or methods, but rather explained his understanding of the essence of "attachment to benevolent thoughts," as well as his approach to stripping away and severing them.

"Senior Good Corpse, in your opinion, is the key to completely stripping away the source of goodness without harming one's true self and spirit the clear definition of 'goodness' and 'attachment'? And at the moment of final severance, is there no room for hesitation?"

Han Feng's thoughts were transmitted calmly.

At the other end of the cave, the white, benevolent corpse's figure rippled slightly, and a gentle voice carrying approval drifted over: "Goodness, your understanding has touched the essence. To define 'goodness' and 'attachment,' one must use one's own heart as a mirror to see its source. The process of peeling away must be like water seeping in, gradual and step-by-step, not forced. As for the final severing..."

The benevolent corpse paused for a moment, then spoke with a resolute air that spoke of someone who had experienced the vicissitudes of life: “Indeed, as you said, one must act swiftly and decisively, like cutting through a tangled mess with a sharp knife, gaining instant enlightenment and making a swift decision, without the slightest hesitation. Hesitation is to prolong one’s life by clinging to attachments, leading to endless troubles.”

The good corpse's supplements were always just right, hitting the nail on the head, turning its failures into warning lights on Han Feng's path, making Han Feng's confidence more and more solid in his calmness.

At the same time, Han Feng, with his unparalleled alchemy skills, combined the profound mysteries of the "Three Corpses Slaying Dao Scripture" with the experience and wisdom of the White Tiger and the Benevolent Corpse, and repeatedly deduced and experimented in his soul sea. A unique pill formula created specifically for "slaying corpses" gradually took shape.

This pill is nameless, but its effects are beyond comprehension—it neither enhances cultivation nor heals the physical body, but is specifically designed to address the most dangerous moments of "true spirit turmoil" and "inner demon intrusion" in the heaven-defying act of "severing the corpse"!

Its core lies in: at the moment of severing the attachment to good thoughts, stabilizing the true spirit's origin, suppressing the impact on the soul caused by the violent separation, and forming a temporary "clear realm" around the true spirit to isolate the interference of internal and external evil thoughts, thus gaining a crucial breathing opportunity for the corpse-slayer to stabilize the newly born "true self"!

When Han Feng told Baihu about the elixir formula and the required materials, a deep emotion flashed across Baihu's huge single eye.

"Using elixir to aid the Dao... excellent method, Han Feng." The White Tiger's voice was deep and contained approval. "Now, your cultivation method, experience, auxiliary materials, as well as your own comprehension and preparation, are all perfect. The conditions are ripe."

Its massive head turned towards the direction of the isolated space, its gaze piercing through the invisible barrier and landing on Han Feng. Its voice, carrying a heavy weight, slowly and clearly transmitted in:

"Han Feng, you may begin, but remember, this path is perilous. Any distracting thought or wavering could be magnified infinitely and turn into an abyss. Although the elixir is wonderful, it is not omnipotent. You must be careful, careful, and even more careful."

Chapter 510 Slaying the Good Corpse

Baihu's words, like a resounding bell, rang a final warning in Han Feng's heart.

He took a deep breath, his mind stirred, and he communicated with the spirit of the Heavenly Medicine in the outside world.

The Heavenly Medicine Spirit, which had been waiting in the wings, acted swiftly, thanks to its tacit understanding with Han Feng through their soul contract.

It transformed into a stream of light, traversing the Heavenly Medicine Star, precisely collecting the rare spiritual materials needed for Han Feng's pill formula.

When the last "Soul-Stabilizing Stardust," shimmering with a star-like glow, fell into Han Feng's hands, he knew that the final preparations were complete.

He nodded to the white tiger again, and then completely sealed off the isolated small space.

This place will become his training ground for refining Emperor Pills and breaking through to the Corpse-Slaying Realm.

Inside the isolated space, Han Feng sat cross-legged, his expression more solemn than ever before.

Before him, an ancient and heavy medicine cauldron, exuding an aura of antiquity, appeared out of thin air.

Han Feng formed hand seals, and the vast and pure spiritual energy within his body surged into the medicine cauldron like a rushing galaxy.

The cauldron hummed, and ancient runes lit up one after another, emanating an aura that suppressed all things.

Han Feng flicked his fingers repeatedly, and one after another, top-grade spiritual herbs that would cause a bloodbath in the outside world were precisely thrown into the cauldron.

The input of each medicinal herb is accompanied by extremely complex manipulation of spiritual power and meticulous guidance of soul power. It is necessary to stimulate the most original and pure medicinal power of the herb, and to carefully balance the violent energies that are mutually reinforcing, mutually restraining, and even conflicting with each other.

Imperial-grade elixirs cannot be refined by ordinary fire.

What Han Feng activated was the "Emperor Flame" generated by pushing his own spiritual power to its limit. This flame was formless and intangible, yet it contained incomparably powerful energy.

The imperial flames enveloped the medicine cauldron, and the temperature inside the space did not rise, but the energy inside the cauldron was undergoing earth-shattering changes.

Time lost its meaning in absolute focus. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Han Feng's forehead, and his soul power was like a taut bowstring, bearing immense pressure.

Every subtle fluctuation in the medicinal power within the cauldron stirred his mind.

Stripping away impurities, fusing the essence, guiding the laws... every step is like walking on thin ice. The slightest mistake will result in the loss of all previous efforts, or even trigger a terrifying backlash that destroys the pill.

After an unknown amount of time, a low, yet seemingly soul-piercing, whisper suddenly echoed within the isolated space!

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable rainbow of light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire isolated space in a dreamlike manner.

An intensely rich medicinal fragrance permeated the air. This fragrance was not merely pleasant; it also contained a mysterious power that cleansed the soul and stabilized the spirit. It even penetrated the isolation barrier set up by Han Feng, spreading into the cave in wisps.

Inside the cave, the black, frantically roaring and struggling corpse suddenly froze the moment it was touched by the medicinal fragrance. For the first time, a trace of instinctive fear and disgust from the depths of its soul was revealed in its scarlet eyes. The struggle became even more frantic, and the clanging of the chains suddenly intensified.

The white, benevolent corpse slightly raised its head, a pure surprise and admiration flashing in its illusory eyes.

Outside the cave, the white tiger, guarding the cave, suddenly contracted its enormous single eye, reflecting the seven-colored light that pierced through the barrier of space. It felt the medicinal fragrance that made its soul feel comfortable and peaceful, and the immense power contained deep within the fragrance that was enough to contend with the laws of heaven and earth and stabilize its true spirit.

"Imperial grade... The pill is completed with a radiant glow, and the fragrance of the medicine cleanses the soul... This, this mastery of alchemy..." Baihu's voice was filled with undisguised shock, "He can actually refine such a miraculous pill!"

The White Tiger's heart was in turmoil.

It originally thought that Han Feng's pills could only approach the level of a half-Emperor grade, but it never expected that he would actually trigger the signs of an Emperor grade pill being formed!

In this vast world, there are certainly alchemists who can refine supreme-level pills, but there is probably only one person like Han Feng who can create an emperor-grade pill formula on the spot, specifically for refining emperor pills for those who have severed their Dao.

Perhaps, he really can succeed!

Within the isolated space, the rosy light gradually receded, eventually condensing above the medicine cauldron into a pill the size of a longan, perfectly round, and shimmering with a seven-colored, glazed halo.

On the surface of the elixir, mysterious runes were faintly generated and then slowly disappeared, exuding an aura of eternity, stability, and clarity.

This is the "Guardian Pill for Severing Thoughts" that Han Feng created with all his might!

Without the slightest hesitation, Han Feng opened his mouth and inhaled, and the Emperor-grade pill containing supreme mystery transformed into a stream of light and entered his mouth.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and an indescribable stream of clear energy swept through the body and mind, rushing straight to the sea of ​​consciousness!

boom!

Han Feng's consciousness seemed to be plunged into a boundless, clear ocean.

All external disturbances—the roar of the evil corpse, the clanging of the chains, the fluctuations in space—were instantly shut out, becoming distant and blurred.