The rain fell harder and harder, soaking them both completely in a short time.
The girl was still crying, tears and rainwater streaming down her face together. Her purple hair was plastered wetly to her skin, making her look helpless and pitiful.
Although Han Feng was also in the rain, his long hair was neatly tied up, and his composure was unaffected even as the rain drenched him.
He looked at the girl with pity but did not stop her right to grieve.
Just as he had not presumptuously taken the girl away and then tricked her into believing the villagers had died from another cause.
When facing others, Han Feng's first offering was equal respect.
The girl was repenting, and the last trace of hesitation in Han Feng's heart turned into determination.
"The spirit of the great sea grants you forgiveness. From now on, your sins will be washed away."
Han Feng slowly bent down, his large hand covering the girl's wet purple hair.
At the same time, a beating ocean core rose behind him. The azure light swallowed the darkness of the sky, illuminating it instead.
The warmth dispelled the cold rain. The girl looked up in a daze, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Your calamity ends now!"
Han Feng's figure was enveloped in the sacred light of the sea. In the girl's eyes, he looked like a god descending to the mortal world.
At this moment, she believed that her mother had not lied to her.
"Child, don't be afraid. One day, you will find a place where you belong."
"Mother..."
Tears once again filled the girl's eyes. She slowly closed them, letting herself fall into an endless ocean.
———
Han Feng carried the girl into the house. Warm Dou Qi evaporated the rainwater from their bodies.
Extreme emotion had taken its toll; the girl would need a long time to recover.
Han Feng felt a resonance and understanding for this pitiful little girl who shared a similar fate.
In this life, he too was born shouldering a sin, even though it was not of his own will.
It was the same for the girl.
The Woeful Poison Body could not be controlled by itself. The sin she had caused was also not of her own will.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in the world.
No, there should be!
Han Feng thought to himself, his transmigration and rebirth were the most powerful proof.
It was just that at present, they had not come into contact with the power of such authority.
"Dou God."
In the single-room wooden house of the village on the outskirts of the Mountain Range of Magical Beasts, Han Feng calmly uttered this supreme Dou Qi rank of the Dou Qi Continent.
There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes as he whispered, "That is just a starting point."
Having experienced the power of a Dou God, he was extremely certain that Dou God was not the end of cultivation. The power that the Tou She Ancient God had erupted with at the end had far surpassed his own after he had consumed the emperor pill to advance.
Only that kind of power was qualified to reverse time and space.
Han Feng took out the poison gas crystal he had collected earlier. The brilliant purple gas was condensed in the Dou Qi crystal, beautiful and dangerous.
The accompanying poison gas of the Woeful Poison Body possessed the tyrannical power to devour other toxins.
The power of this physique, in the final analysis, was due to this "devouring poison gas."
It could grow continuously until it surpassed its host, eventually causing a backlash that would kill the host.
The solution to the Woeful Poison Body that Han Feng had obtained in his previous life was not a standard answer, but just a method discovered by his predecessors.
To draw poison into the body and form a Poison Pill.
Once the Poison Pill was formed, one could freely control the devouring poison gas and prevent its backlash.
This method was very ingenious. Han Feng had studied it and found that it was likely an alternative cultivation method.
Unlike the cultivation path on the Dou Qi Continent where Dou Qi is liquefied, crystallized, and then integrated into oneself, the Poison Pill method focused more on cultivating the Poison Pill. The Poison Pill was equivalent to a cultivator's second life.
Therefore, forming a Poison Pill was not an easy task.
Of course, if it was formed, the Poison Pill would also grow along with the host, providing the cultivator with great assistance, equivalent to a postnatally created life-bound spiritual object.
This was somewhat similar to the path of the Flame Mantra.
Han Feng had not originally planned to study the Poison Pill method in depth, because after all, it was poison, and it deviated significantly from the path of a normal cultivator.
But today, having met the young Heavenly Poison Woman, Han Feng was moved by a sense of compassion to adopt her. So, this Poison Pill method had to be studied carefully.
Han Feng was now beginning to understand his master's thoughts back then.
Adopting a disciple was not an easy matter. If one was very responsible and wanted to nurture them into a talent, the effort spent was no less than cultivating diligently oneself.
A night passed. Han Feng did not sleep as he studied the Poison Pill method. The little girl, however, slept very soundly. Counting the time she was unconscious from the awakening of her poison body, it had been almost a full day and night.
In the early morning, the little girl finally woke up.
She sat up abruptly and the first thing she saw was Han Feng, sitting cross-legged by the bed.
"You're awake."
"Mm."
The girl hummed softly, then fell into a dazed silence, as if she had lost her soul.
"Let's go. We'll see the villagers off together."
A trace of life finally appeared in the girl's eyes.
She followed behind Han Feng and walked out of the room.
Starting with the body of the girl's mother, Han Feng dug the pits, and the girl buried the bodies and filled the graves.
The girl did not yet know how to carve a tombstone, so Han Feng did it for her.
[Tomb of Mother Lin Qiao'er]
The girl bowed again and again before her mother's grave. The tears in her eyes had already run dry. Only a determined look in her eyes supported her to continue.
Burying the bodies and erecting tombstones for every household, the girl's delicate body was already exhausted, but the resilience of her spirit was perfectly displayed at this moment.
Throughout the process, Han Feng just silently helped the girl, without interrupting her persistence.
After paying respects to the last household, Han Feng took the girl's trembling hand, and they walked out of the village gate together.
"Take a good last look. The poison gas still lingers here. I will seal off the vicinity."
The girl stared blankly at her hometown. It was now silent, completely different from before.
At this moment, she finally understood with absolute certainty that her home was gone.
And it had been destroyed by her own hands.
Han Feng took out the tier-three Blood-Striped Ferocious Tiger's monster core and refined it into a liquid with a flame in his hand.
Blood qi dispels evil. A ferocious object, if used differently, can also have a positive effect.
Han Feng slowly raised his hand and drew a profound rune in the air with the monster core's spiritual liquid.
Buzz!
The surrounding energy of heaven and earth was drawn by Han Feng and infused into the rune.
When the rune's luster shone to its brightest, Han Feng released his hand. The rune turned into a huge formation that enveloped the entire village.
The air immediately twisted. Light avoided the area of the formation, and the outline of the village gradually dissipated.
The girl witnessed the demise of her village, her whole heart feeling empty. She subconsciously tightened her grip on Han Feng's hand, like a drowning person clutching at the last glimmer of hope.
In his broad, warm palm, that little hand felt exceptionally cold.
Han Feng looked down at the raggedly dressed girl, the sense of destiny within him reaching an extreme intensity.
"Let's go."
He turned around and led the girl away from her hometown.
Just like back then, when Yao Chen held Han Feng in his arms and walked out of the Han family manor in the Black-Corner Region.