"He really succeeded."
Hai Bodong stood frozen in place. Grandmaster Han was not a sixth-grade alchemist, but a seventh-grade one!
Gulp.
The sound of Miteer Teng Shan swallowing was loud. The events unfolding before him had completely exceeded the scope of his predictions as the patriarch of the Miteer family.
A sixth-grade alchemist could still be won over, but a seventh-grade one... did the Miteer family have the qualifications? He couldn't help but wonder.
Han Feng was breathing heavily. Within the green fire lotus in his body, wisps of silver lightning floated.
The Green Lotus Core Flame could really store the energy of heaven and earth; even the power of the lightning tribulation had been stabilized.
At this moment, Han Feng once again felt the true value of the nineteenth-ranked Heavenly Flame.
Perhaps, the ranking did not represent everything.
The effect of each Heavenly Flame was unique.
After regulating his breathing for a moment, Han Feng's breath returned to its normal frequency. He held the seventh-grade Soul-Guiding Pill in his hand and jumped down from the roof, only to find that a few unfamiliar faces had appeared in front of him at some point.
One was an old man dressed in the Miteer family's attire, standing next to Hai Bodong.
One was a sword-wielding woman with an extraordinary appearance, whom he had never seen before.
He had met Jia Xingtian before, but it was the first time he had seen the old man with a medicine cauldron on his head next to him.
It seemed the lightning tribulation had alarmed quite a few people.
The few people before him were probably all major figures in the imperial capital.
Han Feng walked forward with composure and said to Hai Bodong, "Has your strength recovered?"
"Yes."
"That's good. These people are..."
"People who were alarmed by the lightning tribulation."
Hai Bodong glanced at Jia Xingtian.
"That person is the emperor of the Jia Ma Empire. Next to him is the president of the Alchemist Guild, Fa Ma. As for that woman... I don't know her. She seems to be from the Misty Cloud Sect."
Miteer Teng Shan on the side coughed and joined the conversation.
"Old Sir Hai, that woman is the new Sect Master of the Misty Cloud Sect, Yun Yun."
"Is that so? By the way, this is the Teng Shan I told you about, the current patriarch of the Miteer family," Hai Bodong introduced him to Han Feng.
Han Feng smiled slightly at Teng Shan. "My apologies, Patriarch Teng Shan, for disturbing your family's grounds."
Miteer Teng Shan was almost tongue-tied, not because he couldn't speak, but because he didn't know how to treat a seventh-grade alchemist.
"Grandmaster Han is too kind."
After holding it in for a long time, he managed to say this sentence. Miteer Teng Shan gave a deep bow, using his actions to express his respect for Han Feng.
"Alright, that's all the backbone you have. I really don't know how you became the patriarch," Hai Bodong scolded with disdain. Teng Shan gave a sheepish smile and stepped aside to act as a junior.
At this moment, Jia Xingtian walked over with a smile on his face.
"Grandmaster Han, what skill. To think you can even refine a seventh-grade pill."
"Emperor Jia."
Han Feng nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
"This old man, Fa Ma, has seen Grandmaster Han."
The old man with the huge medicine cauldron on his head bowed to Han Feng. Han Feng was a little worried that his hunched body would be bent by the medicine cauldron.
However, the other party clearly had cultivation. After bowing, he steadily raised his head.
"A pleasure."
The sword-wielding woman also took the opportunity to step forward and gave Han Feng a sword salute.
"I am Yun Yun. I have seen Grandmaster Han."
"Mm."
Han Feng greeted them one by one and said with a smile, "The heavenly thunder has disturbed you all. I apologize first. If you have matters to discuss, you can send an invitation another day. If there is nothing, then please return on your own."
This was, after all, the Miteer family's grounds. For several major figures to cross the boundary and come here was already a bit impolite.
However, since it concerned Han Feng, neither Teng Shan nor Hai Bodong had taken the initiative to express their attitude.
Seeing Han Feng give the order to leave, the few of them couldn't stay any longer. Jia Xingtian was the first to spread his Dou Qi wings.
"Grandmaster Han, I will be waiting for you in the imperial palace."
Hearing this, Yun Yun was startled. The royal family already had dealings with this Grandmaster Han?
At the previous Alchemist Convention, the Misty Cloud Sect had successfully recruited the champion, Gu He. They had thought they had won a hand against the royal family, but now it seemed that the royal family was still the royal family.
"Sect Master Yun?"
The rest of the people left one after another. Some of the experts who were watching from a distance also quietly retreated. Only Yun Yun was left standing in place.
"Grandmaster Han, the Misty Cloud Sect would like to invite you to the sect for a visit. I wonder when you will have time?"
Hai Bodong glanced at this new sect master of the Misty Cloud Sect in surprise and secretly shook his head. She really was inexperienced.
As expected, Han Feng friendly refused the female sect master.
"Haha, Sect Master Yun is too enthusiastic. However, I don't have much free time at the moment. How about we meet at the Misty Cloud Sect when fate allows in the future?"
Yun Yun stood there awkwardly and gave Han Feng another salute.
"Then, Yun Yun will take her leave."
Han Feng watched her leave, his eyes warm and sunny. Yun Yun only met his gaze for a fleeting moment, and the slight grievance in her heart was soothed.
He probably didn't intentionally refuse me.
Yun Yun thought to herself.
Within the Miteer family grounds, Han Feng withdrew his gaze.
"Trouble stirs from all sides. Gentlemen, I'll have to trouble you to clean up the aftermath."
Hai Bodong and Teng Shan both cupped their fists.
"The Miteer family is willing to serve you, my lord!"
What Han Feng had just said was completely from the perspective of the Miteer family. Seizing this opportunity, the two old men immediately expressed their loyalty.
Grandmaster Han was not a person who coveted power and wealth. There was no need to worry that he would make exorbitant demands on the Miteer family.
Since that was the case, why not hold on tightly to Han Feng's thigh and use it to enhance the family's prestige?
Both Hai Bodong and Teng Shan knew very well that the help the Miteer family gave to Han Feng was far less than the help Han Feng gave to the Miteer family.
Han Feng only needed to be alive to be the Miteer family's greatest backer.
Hearing their words, Han Feng smiled and shook his head, but he did not refute or correct them.
He would just consider it a favor to Hai Bodong.
The relationship between a lord and his vassals sometimes just falls into place.
And when the lord is extremely powerful, what is important is not the ability of the vassals, but whether the lord is willing to give them the opportunity.
After Han Feng left, the two of them raised their heads.
"Teng Shan, you've ruined my reputation!"
Hai Bodong glanced at Teng Shan. If the other party hadn't signaled him just now, he wouldn't have done that.
Miteer Teng Shan squinted his eyes and smiled. "An opportunity missed is an opportunity lost. Old Sir Hai, you still don't understand the rules of the imperial capital."
Bang!
Old Sir Hai slammed his fist on Teng Shan's forehead.
"Old fox!" Hai Bodong cursed coldly, then also turned and left.
Only Miteer Teng Shan was left, holding his head and bending over, his face pained.
"He really didn't hold back!"
———
Returning to his room, Han Feng chatted with the three females for a moment, then walked into the training chamber.
He took out the sleeping Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python from his pocket, placed the Soul-Guiding Pill in its mouth, and gently pushed it. The pill slid down the tender and smooth little tongue and into the little white snake's body.
Gulp.
A few seconds passed, and a gentle energy spread from the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python's body.
It was working.
The Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python slowly floated up from Han Feng's hand into mid-air, emitting wisps of seven-colored light.
Han Feng's soul power clearly saw that the two soul bodies inside the little white snake were making their final farewell.