Although Han Feng was revered as the Medicine Emperor in the Black-Corner Region, he was by no means someone who lacked worldly experience.
At times, he even felt that the title "Medicine Emperor" was a form of mockery.
Once the Young Pavilion Master of the Falling Star Pavilion in Central Plains, and the disciple of the number one alchemist on the continent, he had now fallen to ruling over a remote region like this?
When Han Feng recalled the incident that had completely altered the course of his life, his emotions became extremely complicated.
As for regret, even he himself did not know whether he felt any. But the hatred in his heart was unmistakably intense.
"It's all your fault, old man. Even in death, you continue to cause me trouble. That old fool Venerable Feng keeps targeting me because of you, forcing me out of the Central Plains. I could only obtain half of the Flame Mantra."
"What do you mean my character is flawed? Nonsense! You were simply wary of my talent. My alchemy talent far surpasses yours!"
"Old thing, you couldn't stop me. Even if I had to start over, even if my cultivation technique was incomplete, even if I had to search for Heavenly Flames, I, Han Feng, still reached this point!"
"My talent is far beyond your imagination. I've already completed the missing half of the Flame Mantra."
"Just wait. I will use the Flame Mantra to climb step by step to the very peak, reclaim the title of the continent's number one alchemist, and prove to the world that I was the one who was right."
"Cough… cough…"
With hatred surging in his heart, Han Feng began coughing violently again. It took quite a while before he finally calmed down.
"Master, there is an urgent matter to report."
A hoarse yet respectful voice came from outside.
Hearing this, Han Feng quickly composed himself. He stood up at once, placed his hands behind his back, and faced the medicinal cauldron as if deep in thought.
He trusted no one.
He would never allow others to see his weakened state.
After composing his posture, his voice turned indifferent and cold.
"Han Beng? Come in."
As his voice fell, a figure flashed forward and knelt on one knee before him.
Han Beng glanced at Han Feng and the Ten Thousand Beast Cauldron before him, a trace of fanaticism appearing in his eyes. His tone grew even more respectful.
"Master, this is a confidential letter sent by the Eight Gates. It carries the highest-level code."
As he spoke, he presented a letter and a storage ring.
"The highest-level code, could it be that it's truly been found?"
Han Feng's eyes lit up. He immediately took the letter and storage ring and began reading.
He had an agreement with Yuan Yi, the highest-level code would only be used when there was information regarding a Heavenly Flame.
After reading the letter, the joy on Han Feng's face could no longer be concealed.
He quickly took out a green medicinal pill from the storage ring. A faint deep-blue light flickered within his eyes as he carefully examined the residual aura on the pill.
Soon, a surge of ecstasy appeared on his face.
"It really is the aura of a Heavenly Flame. All my years of planning were not in vain, I finally have news."
He glanced at the Mighty Huang Pill in his hand and sneered inwardly.
"Heh, I didn't expect the pill I just refined to be used so soon. Seems like this is fate."
"Old man, do you see this? Fate is on my side."
"Still, that old fox Yuan Yi is quite greedy. Just a bit of information about a Heavenly Flame and he already wants to exchange it for a top-grade Mighty Huang Pill."
"Forget it. Compared to a Heavenly Flame, a mere Sixth-Grade pill is nothing."
"According to the letter, the Heavenly Flame is currently in the possession of a one-star Dou Emperor. If that person tries to leave, Yuan Yi might not be able to stop him. Delays could bring complications, I must depart immediately."
After thinking for a moment, Han Feng threw several command tokens toward Han Beng.
"Take these tokens and instruct the Earth Flame Sect, Blood Sect, and Black Skeleton Tomb. Have their sect leaders guard the key routes around the Eight Gates. Until they receive my orders, no one is to pass."
Then he took out a gold token and a silver token. After hesitating for a moment and glancing in the direction of the Jia Nan Academy, he ultimately put them away.
Han Feng looked at Han Beng seriously and said in a deep voice,
"This matter takes top priority. Make the arrangements immediately. There must be no delay."
Before his words even finished, deep-blue flame wings had already spread from his back as he shot toward the direction of the Eight Gates.
A Plain Not Far from Black Mark City
Yuan Yi stood respectfully, looking at the three figures standing dozens of meters ahead of him, a young man, a young girl, and a little girl.
Recalling the cultivation levels they had displayed, completely mismatched with their age, Yuan Yi felt even more fortunate.
It seemed he had followed an extraordinary master.
Not only was Lin Yuan himself exceptional, but even those around him were equally extraordinary.
Especially that little girl, only eleven or twelve years old, yet the aura she emitted was even stronger than his own.
Looking at them and recalling the plan, Yuan Yi could not help but feel a trace of pity for Han Feng.
To be targeted by his master, what a miserable fate.
At the same time, Yuan Yi's anticipation for the future grew even stronger.
His master possessed both terrifying talent and remarkable intelligence. In the future, he would undoubtedly become a formidable expert.
This time, he had truly chosen the right person to follow.
"Nom nom~"
Zi Yan was chewing on medicinal pills as she spoke, her mouth full.
"Lin Yuan, what exactly are we waiting for? We've been here for hours already, it's so boring!"
Hearing this, Lin Yuan rubbed her head and smiled faintly, his tone meaningful.
"A grand gift, a traitor and someone who altered the course of many events."
Zi Yan became even more confused.
She couldn't understand a single word.
Seeing her puzzled expression, Lin Yuan burst into laughter.
"Haha, don't worry about that, Zi Yan. You just need to know that the person we're waiting for has plenty of heavenly treasures. Once we harvest him, you won't be short of food for a long time."
Hearing this, Zi Yan's eyes immediately lit up. The boredom on her face vanished, replaced with eager anticipation as she stared toward the direction Lin Yuan had been watching.
At this moment, Qing Lin, who had been resting with her eyes closed, opened them and looked at Lin Yuan.
"Young Master, a powerful aura approximately at the peak of Dou Emperor is approaching Black Mark City. This is all the information gathered during this period…"
As she spoke, Qing Lin looked at Lin Yuan, and he returned the gaze.
Their eyes met.
A faint green light flickered within Qing Lin's pupils as she activated the illusion technique she had cultivated for a long time.
"Illusion Eye!"
Lin Yuan did not resist. Instead, he accepted it willingly.
In an instant, it was as if their minds were linked. Qing Lin transmitted a vast amount of information she had gathered through the Sky Network directly into Lin Yuan's mind.
After receiving the information, Lin Yuan quickly analyzed it.
"So that's how it is he's reached that position already? Then he's not far from here. Still coming alone is he that impatient? Or is he afraid the target might escape?"
"It seems his obsession with Heavenly Flames is truly deep."
After a brief moment of thought, Lin Yuan spoke to Qing Lin and Zi Yan.
"You two head to your designated positions."
"Qing'er, continue monitoring the surroundings and gathering intelligence. If anything unusual happens, inform me through the Sky Network."
"Zi Yan, protect your sister Qing Lin. Later, I'll take you treasure hunting."
"Yes, Young Master," Qing Lin nodded.
"Hehe, leave it to me!" Zi Yan patted her chest confidently.
The two of them then flew off into the distance.
After they left, Lin Yuan walked over to Yuan Yi. A hint of mischief flashed in his eyes as he said calmly,
"Yuan Yi let's begin the performance."
"Yes, Master!"
In the next moment, violent wind-element energy collided with green flames, sending a powerful energy wave rippling outward.
Meanwhile, on the route from Maple City to Black Mark City, Han Feng was flying at full speed.
Suddenly, he sensed a violent clash between wind and fire elements.
After carefully sensing it, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.
"Haha, it really is a Heavenly Flame! That wind-element aura, it's Yuan Yi. Looks like the conflict has already begun."
"Wait for me I'm coming!"
He immediately took out a medicinal pill from his storage ring and swallowed it, it was the Fifth-Grade pill, Wind Walker Pill.
After consuming it, his speed surged dramatically as he shot toward the source of the disturbance.
Not long after, when Han Feng arrived at the scene, he saw Yuan Yi confronting a figure enveloped in green flames, emitting the aura of a Dou Emperor.
Yuan Yi's aura was somewhat weakened, with a few injuries visible on his body.
In contrast, the opponent's aura remained strong, though their exact cultivation level could not be discerned.
Seeing Han Feng arrive, Yuan Yi flapped his wings and flew to his side, speaking loudly.
"Medicine Emperor, not only have I found information about a Heavenly Flame, but I've also helped you hold the person here. You must be generous with the reward."
Meanwhile, Han Feng stared fixedly at the figure surrounded by green flames. A terrifying light burst forth in his eyes.
"The color of this flame and those fleeting lotus-shaped illusions during its combustion. This is the nineteenth-ranked flame on the Heavenly Flame Ranking, the Green Lotus Core Flame!"
"Heaven truly favors me. No matter who you are, this flame is mine."
"Yuan Yi, help me capture him. The agreed reward will be doubled."
A chilling ferocity flashed in Han Feng's eyes as he spoke decisively. Immediately after, he clenched his hand, and deep-blue flames surged violently, condensing into a long, slender flaming sword. Without hesitation, he took the lead and charged straight at Lin Yuan.
"Many thanks, Medicine Emperor. I'll support from the flank," Yuan Yi replied loudly, as Dou Qi began gathering in his body, preparing a powerful Dou Technique.
A faint, unreadable smile flickered across Lin Yuan's eyes. With a wave of his hand, a long spear formed from green flames appeared in his grasp. In the next instant, he shot forward and clashed head-on with Han Feng.
The green flame spear collided with the blue flame sword, sending terrifying waves of energy and fire erupting in all directions.
After the initial exchange, Han Feng suddenly changed tactics. The flaming sword in his hand seemed to split into countless blades, as layers of real and illusory sword shadows mixed with scorching gusts, attacking multiple vital points across Lin Yuan's body with ruthless precision.
However, such an assault was utterly ineffective against Lin Yuan.
With the Cloud Dragon Movement Technique in motion, he effortlessly evaded every strike. On the contrary, his occasional counterattacks forced Han Feng into a frantic defense.
After dozens of exchanges, Lin Yuan's thoughts stirred.
"Spiral Force Break."
Guiding Dou Qi with his soul, a powerful spiraling force coiled upward and condensed at the tip of his spear. In the next moment, he brought the spear down in a devastating arc, the sheer force combined with the spiraling energy resembling a mountain-splitting strike as it crashed toward Han Feng.
Sensing the opponent's agility, Han Feng realized he could not dodge. He raised his sword to block with all his strength while simultaneously forming a thick layer of deep-blue flame armor around his body.
When spear and sword collided, the immense force, combined with the strange spiraling energy instantly shattered the blue flame sword in Han Feng's hand. The attack continued unabated, striking his left shoulder and slamming into the flame armor.
The explosive force erupted.
Han Feng was blasted straight from the sky to the ground, crashing heavily and sending dust billowing into the air.
Lin Yuan spun his spear, drawing a clean arc before resting it behind his back, his gaze coldly fixed on the dust below.
Moments later, Han Feng shot out from the dust cloud, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His expression was dark.
"This brat his movement technique and raw strength are both terrifying. And that force… has he cultivated some kind of body-refining Dou Technique?"
Suddenly, Han Feng's eyes lit up.
"Body refinement, perhaps this could help counter the backlash of my incomplete Flame Mantra."
Looking at Han Feng, Lin Yuan sighed inwardly.
"With this level of Dou Qi, his cultivation technique is barely at the high Black class, far from the Earth class. His control over flames is also lacking.The limitations of this incomplete Flame Mantra are quite severe."
"Since this is the extent of his combat strength, there's no need to waste any more time."
With that thought, Lin Yuan subtly gave Yuan Yi a signal before looking at Han Feng with a faint trace of mockery in his tone.
"So this is all the ability possessed by the disciple of Yao Venerable? Honestly, it's rather disappointing."
The mocking voice and the name he most hated reached Han Feng's ears, instantly filling his eyes with killing intent.
"Don't mention that name in front of me!"
"And don't get arrogant just because you gained the upper hand through physical strength. The real battle starts now."
Han Feng glanced at Yuan Yi and sensed that his Dou Technique was fully prepared. He shouted coldly.
"Yuan Yi, I'll take the main attack. Wait for an opening and strike with full force. You'll be well rewarded afterward."
"Haha, deal!" Yuan Yi laughed, maintaining his gathered Dou Technique while staring coldly at Lin Yuan, ready to strike at any moment.
With a gloomy expression, Han Feng unleashed the deep-blue flames within his body in a continuous surge, forming a massive sea of blue fire several dozen feet wide around him.
The sea of flames then condensed, ultimately forming a gigantic flaming trident. The deep-blue flames roiled endlessly upon it, and as they churned, the sound of crashing waves could faintly be heard.
"Die! Sea Flame Trident!"
Han Feng thrust his palm forward violently. The enormous flaming trident shot forth like a roaring blue fire dragon, charging straight toward Lin Yuan.
At the same time, a green-and-red seal had already formed in Lin Yuan's hand, emitting waves that distorted space itself.
"Mountain River Seal—go!"
With a shout, the seal shot forward.
In an instant, the green-red seal and the massive trident collided like two meteors crashing into each other. A destructive fluctuation erupted outward as a violent energy storm mixed with two different Heavenly Flames spread from the center. The two attacks entered a fierce stalemate of mutual consumption.
Watching the clash, Han Feng hurriedly swallowed several recovery pills, though his face remained pale. Clearly, unleashing the Sea Flame Trident had consumed a significant portion of his strength.
At this moment, he sensed the trident's energy rapidly weakening, while Lin Yuan was already preparing another attack.
"Now! Yuan Yi, make your move!" Han Feng roared.
At the same time, he began gathering Dou Qi again for a follow-up strike.
"Yes!"
Yuan Yi responded instantly from behind him. With a loud shout..
"Fury of the Wind God!"
Wind-attributed energy surged wildly, forming a massive, solid Dou Qi palm that blasted forward.
However, contrary to Han Feng's expectations, the attack did not disrupt Lin Yuan.
Instead, It struck Han Feng directly.
"Yuan Yi—!"
The sudden blow hit him solidly, severely injuring him. Blood sprayed wildly from his mouth as he stared in disbelief, his eyes nearly splitting apart. All he saw in return was Yuan Yi's indifferent gaze.
At that moment, a streak of green light shot forward and entered Han Feng's body.
"Heavenly Flame Tribulation — Ancient Dragon Spirit Suppression Seal."
The green light transformed into a solid seal within his body, completely locking down his cultivation. Under Han Feng's horrified gaze, his aura plummeted rapidly, dropping all the way to the level of a five-star Dou King.
"Heavenly Flame Seal!"
Another streak of green light entered his body, forming a second seal.
To his shock, Han Feng discovered that he could no longer mobilize his Dou Qi, nor could he even draw upon the origin flame of his Sea Heart Flame.
With his strength sealed, the Dou Qi wings behind him dissipated. He plummeted heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Soon, a gust of wind swept through, dispersing the dust and revealing Han Feng, coughing blood incessantly.
Two figures descended before him, one in front, one behind.
It was Lin Yuan and Yuan Yi, now standing respectfully behind him.
At that moment, Han Feng understood everything.
Hatred filled his face as he glared at them, especially Yuan Yi, the traitor.
Taking a deep breath, Han Feng suppressed his rage and spoke in a low voice.
"To think you managed to subdue Yuan Yi. That letter and those pills were all part of your scheme, weren't they?"
"What exactly do you want? Since you already know—"
"Let's not talk about that yet," Lin Yuan interrupted, a hint of playful malice appearing in his eyes as he smiled.
"I have a few questions I'd like you to answer first… Medicine Emperor."
"The one who betrayed and stabbed his own master in the back and was driven out of the Central Plains."
Under Han Feng's furious gaze, Lin Yuan casually removed his storage ring while continuing with a smile.
"How does it feel to be betrayed?"
"You look like this just from being betrayed by a partner. So when Yao Venerable, who cherished you like his own son, realized that his beloved inheritor had colluded with others to betray him…"
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