Feng Xian had to admit that compared to Han Feng, the latter looked more like the owner of this house.
Are you kidding me!
Feng Xian stood up unhappily.
"Let me see it!"
Han Feng handed the Hidden Sect token to Feng Xian. It was a piece of translucent amber containing a speck of special spirituality.
If the amber was melted with fire, the spirituality inside would send out a signal, contacting the Hidden Sect.
Of course, the premise was that it had to be within the range that the Hidden Sect could receive; otherwise, the spirituality would slowly dissipate.
Feng Xian couldn't really see anything special about it either. He pretended to glance at it a few times and then threw it back to Han Feng.
"Can this Hidden Sect really help you?"
"Reporting to Uncle-Master, Wang Shu, the master of the Hidden Sect, has some friendship with Master. I'm just going to ask for advice on formations, so he shouldn't refuse."
Feng Xian nodded.
"This matter is no small feat. That Soul-Devouring Life-Exterminating Formation involves the entire Central Plains. Since you trust him, I won't say much more. However, I still want to advise you: not everyone dares to confront the Hall of Souls. Don't put your trust in the wrong person."
"Nephew will keep Uncle-Master's teachings in mind."
Feng Xian suddenly changed the subject. "Take me to see the Soul-Devouring Life-Exterminating Formation first. I also have some attainments in formations. Maybe I can give you some advice."
As an eighth-grade weapon refining grandmaster, he had also studied the Dao of Formations deeply.
After all, formations and weapons were inseparable, so Feng Xian believed his level was not bad.
Although Han Feng didn't think Feng Xian could solve it, he couldn't refuse his elder's request.
"Uncle-Master, pardon me."
Han Feng walked to Feng Xian's side and placed his hand on his shoulder.
Feng Xian's body tensed visibly, but he did not resist.
The next instant, the two passed through the void crack and arrived at the Earthly Baleful Hall.
Is this the use of the Void God Stele? To locate a position in a different space so easily.
Venerate Feng sighed in his heart. Even as a four-star Dou Venerate, it was impossible for him to perform spatial teleportation so quickly.
After a brief moment of surprise, Venerate Feng calmed his mind and began to pay attention to the surrounding scene.
Because of the heavy rain last night, the soil on this mountaintop was still a bit moist.
It proved that Han Feng had not lied.
The reason Feng Xian had pressed him step by step was actually to confirm again and again that Han Feng was not lying anymore. Rome wasn't built in a day.
Even if Feng Xian accepted Han Feng's determination, he still needed to see his actual actions.
Having barely passed the preliminary inspection, the two went all the way to the depths of the main hall and saw the huge blood-red formation.
Just one glance, and Feng Xian frowned.
With such a rich aura of blood and malevolence, how many people had the Hall of Souls killed to construct such a terrifying formation?
And this was only a part of the great formation?
A wave of anger naturally welled up in Feng Xian's heart.
As a righteous person, he had basic compassion for such things.
If it were Venerate Lei or Venerate Bing, they probably wouldn't have reacted much even if they saw such a scene.
Feng Xian carefully inspected the formation, his brows knitted tight, using all the knowledge he had learned in his life.
However, half an hour later.
Han Feng still waited quietly by the side, without the slightest hint of impatience.
But Feng Xian couldn't sit still anymore.
Like an ant on a hot pan, it was very tormenting.
How... how could there be such a profound formation?
This was completely beyond his understanding. Could it be the legendary ninth-grade?
Damn it, did he have to tell this unfilial nephew that he had studied it for half an hour and found nothing?
Seeing that Feng Xian was about to be put on the spot, Han Feng reminded him at the right time.
"Uncle-Master, it's already time for lunch. Why don't we go and eat first?"
Feng Xian nodded as if relieved of a heavy burden.
This unfilial nephew knew how to give him an out.
"This formation is indeed somewhat profound. I can't comprehend it in a short time. Time is of the essence now. Go and ask that senior from the Hidden Sect first."
"Yes."
The two of them returned empty-handed after a morning. Fortunately, after this incident, Feng Xian completely believed what Han Feng said.
It wasn't a waste of time.
Returning to the Falling Star Pavilion, Feng Xian's attitude towards Han Feng softened a lot.
He even invited him to have lunch together.
In the guest room, a young woman walked in carrying a stack of dishes.
"Teacher."
The person addressed Feng Xian this way. It was none other than the current senior sister of the Falling Star Pavilion, "Mu Qingluan."
Mu Qingluan placed the food on the table and looked at Han Feng curiously.
"This is my disciple, Mu Qingluan."
Feng Xian introduced faintly, "His name is Han Feng. He can barely be considered your senior brother."
"Senior brother?"
Mu Qingluan was surprised. Why did she suddenly have a senior brother for no reason?
According to seniority, she was Feng Xian's direct disciple and the eldest in the Falling Star Pavilion.
Han Feng smiled and nodded at Mu Qingluan.
"Junior sister."
Mu Qingluan's pretty face was still in a daze.
Hearing this voice, she suddenly shivered.
Eh?
Why does this voice feel a bit familiar?
As a member of the Sky Luan clan, they had an innate talent for sound waves, so they were more sensitive than ordinary people.
It was just that the incident had happened a long time ago, so Mu Qingluan hadn't realized for a moment—Han Feng was the mysterious Dou Venerate she had accidentally run into on the Spirit Mountain in the Southern Region!
"First time meeting you. Senior brother gives you a meeting gift."
Han Feng smiled and took out a "Green Wind Bell" from his storage ring. It was a sonic wave spirit artifact he had refined.
It suited Mu Qingluan perfectly.
"Ah?"
Mu Qingluan was a little reserved, not knowing if she should take it.
She wasn't familiar with this "senior brother who fell from the sky" yet.
"Take it," Feng Xian said.
Only then did Mu Qingluan take the bell and said obediently, "Thank you, Senior Brother Han."
As she moved, the bell emitted a crisp and pleasant sound. Mu Qingluan's eyes lit up.
"Teacher, this bell is extraordinary!"
Mu Qingluan said.
"I feel its spirituality is even better than the Wind Spirit Ring you gave me..."
"Ahem!"
Feng Xian coughed twice, stopping his silly disciple from undermining him.
"Let me see."
Mu Qingluan carefully placed the bell in Feng Xian's hand, then smiled sweetly at Han Feng.
"Senior brother, are you a weapon refiner?"
Han Feng smiled and nodded.
"Me too!"
Mu Qingluan ran to Han Feng's side, as if she had found a common topic.
"But my level is not as high as yours. Senior brother, when did you become Teacher's disciple?"
"Qingluan, stop messing around!"
Feng Xian scolded.
Mu Qingluan shrank her neck. Teacher rarely lost his temper...
Han Feng reached out and tidied the scattered hair on Mu Qingluan's forehead.
The intimate action made Mu Qingluan's face turn red instantly.
This Senior Brother Han, why is he even more familiar than her!
"I entered the Falling Star Pavilion probably a bit earlier than you. You hadn't joined yet at that time."
Han Feng explained.
"Oh."
Mu Qingluan was afraid Feng Xian would be angry and didn't ask any more questions.
"Did you refine this spirit artifact?"
Feng Xian put down the bell and asked.
"It was refined by Nephew."
Mu Qingluan listened to Han Feng's self-address, her spirited beautiful eyes blinking.
Calling him so intimately? So I'm the outsider!
"The level is not bad."
In just half a day, Han Feng had given him enough surprises. So when Feng Xian found out that Han Feng had also become a weapon refiner with extraordinary skills, he wasn't that surprised anymore.
"Let's eat."
Feng Xian opened the food box. It had been a long time since they had a meal together.
The uncle and nephew ate quietly. Mu Qingluan picked up the bell and walked out of the room, starting to dance.
With the melodious bell sound as accompaniment, the heavy atmosphere lightened a lot.
After lunch, Han Feng prepared to take his leave.
He left his contact information and told Feng Xian to find him if anything happened.
"Uncle-Master, the Hall of Souls is powerful. It is not yet time for a full-scale war. Wait for my news, and do not be impulsive."
"This old man knows what to do."
Feng Xian replied, but thought to himself: You destroyed an entire Earthly Baleful Hall, and you're telling this old man not to be impulsive?
Han Feng bowed deeply, then took his leave.
Watching Han Feng step into the void crack and disappear from sight again, Feng Xian suddenly looked a bit dazed.
"He seems to have really changed..."
Why would such a person commit the act of killing his benevolent master?
Feng Xian couldn't figure it out no matter how much he thought about it.
It is said that a leopard cannot change its spots. If Han Feng were truly a cunning villain, it was impossible for Feng Xian not to see it.
What exactly had he experienced to have such a big change?
Feng Xian silently returned to his room and began to ponder.
Although Han Feng's words before leaving were slightly disparaging of his strength, he had to admit that he was right.
To go to war with the Hall of Souls, the Falling Star Pavilion was far from qualified.
They had to plan carefully and act cautiously.
But that kid is really fierce!
An Earthly Baleful Hall, destroyed just like that.
This should be the first time in the Central Plains, right?
Even the Pill Tower hadn't gone to such ruthless lengths.
Recalling Han Feng's humble appearance just now, one really couldn't tell that he would be the first person to stand up and challenge the authority of the Hall of Souls.
Feng Xian's eyes flickered, and his fingertips tapped lightly on the table.
Compared to the gloomy and lonely look in the morning, the current Feng Xian had an extra vigor about him.
It seemed that the knot in his heart had been untied, and he saw the goal ahead.
Even if that goal was very far away, as long as life had an anchor point, one would not lose direction.
Destroy the Hall of Souls!
Feng Xian clenched his fists, feeling that the road ahead had never been clearer.
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On the other side, Han Feng, who had left the Falling Star Pavilion, let out a long breath.
He looked at the green mountains in front of him, as if he saw a new life.
Uncle-Master Feng, Junior Sister Mu.
In this life, he had finally met these two people again as Han Feng.
He had originally thought that Feng Xian would definitely break with him, but unexpectedly, Feng Xian did not do so.
Even when he met Mu Qingluan later, he did not expose Han Feng's scandal of "killing his master."
A wave of warmth welled up in Han Feng's heart. Although Feng Xian's feelings for him were not as deep as Yao Chen's, he was also someone who had watched him grow up.
It was not an exaggeration to call him family.
The previous Han Feng was like a child who had made a big mistake and dared not go home, wandering outside all the time.
But after really going home and confessing all his crimes, he found that his family had not completely given up on him, but still gave him a chance.
"Han Feng, oh Han Feng, the good deeds you've done..."
Han Feng muttered to himself, as if talking to his predecessor.
If he hadn't transmigrated and reborn, but let his predecessor continue, would he have found his way back?
The answer should be no.
Even Han Feng himself didn't believe that a person who had committed patricide out of greed would suddenly become kind and upright.
Wasn't this a dream?
But Feng Xian believed it.
Han Feng suddenly felt his state of mind clearer than ever before.
The hot blood in his body surged and boiled, and his soul power drummed in waves, as if it wanted to break out of his body.
Thoughts are clear!
One thought reaches the heavens!
Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and endless spiritual light surged into his body.
Boom!
He took a step forward, and the aura of a nine-star Dou Ancestor on his body instantly rose to a higher level.
The barrier of Dou Venerate, for him, seemed to be non-existent.
Han Feng felt the change in his internal realm.
This was the power of laws of the Dou Venerate realm, making the quality of his Dou Qi rise to another level, creating a distinct gap with the Dou Ancestor realm.
Suddenly, a Heavenly Flame spirit began to tremble.
Among the four Heavenly Flames in Han Feng's body, the Fallen Heart Flame opened a pair of fiery eyes!
"Roar!"
An invisible fire python shot out from Han Feng's body, spiraling into the sky, dancing freely.
Han Feng's eyes lit up, sensing a familiar aura.
Profound Meaning of Heavenly Flames!
After the Myriad Beast Spirit Flame, another Heavenly Flame had awakened.
Han Feng's spiritual sense locked onto the swimming fire python tightly, calming his mind to capture it.
Under the reflection of his soul, the trajectory of the fire python's movement gradually became clear, outlining a huge flame Sanskrit character in the sky.
"This is..."
Han Feng's pupils shrank slightly.
Some fragmented images suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Those were the scenes he saw before his death in his previous life.
A large amount of Heavenly Flame light appeared in the sky, and an old man pointed a finger at him from a distance.
On the fingertip, characters of various shapes flashed rapidly.
This was a memory Han Feng had forgotten, but now it was awakened again.
Sanskrit!
Han Feng subconsciously thought of the "Brahma Mantra" that Elder Shi Yuan had taught him before.
Although it wasn't very useful, it gave Han Feng some basic knowledge of Sanskrit.
Allowing him to recognize those characters now.
No wonder it felt so familiar... I actually saw it in my previous life.
Han Feng hurriedly steadied his mind and began to comprehend the flame Sanskrit in the sky.
All was silent. The beasts in the forest detoured a hundred miles away from Han Feng, not daring to disturb this "god."
At this moment, in their eyes, Han Feng's body emitted a soft colorless light, invisible to the naked eye but perceivable by the heart.
This invisible fluctuation became larger and larger, covering a radius of a hundred miles, and then became stable.
Han Feng formed a seal with his hand, his soul transforming into a giant bell, which then rang.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Fallen from the old world, born in the new realm!
Profound Meaning of Heavenly Flames: [Fallen Brahma Heart]
In the Profound Meaning state, Han Feng's Dou Qi cultivation did not change much, but his soul power seemed to possess a trend of immortality, growing stronger and stronger.
In this realm, Han Feng's soul power was the sole dominator, able to influence the living beings of the surrounding world with a single thought.
Unless their soul cultivation was far higher than his, they would be affected by Han Feng.
And with Han Feng's current soul realm, there were very, very few people on the continent who could surpass him.
After Han Feng comprehended the mysteries within, the Sanskrit in the sky instantly dissipated.
A gift from a mysterious power allowed Han Feng's strength to advance greatly.