Maple City was named after Han Feng himself.
Such an honor, in a land rife with chaos and slaughter like the Black Angle Region, was enjoyed by only a select few....and Han Feng was one of them.
At the very center of the city lay a tranquil bamboo forest, completely detached from the noisy streets outside.
The defenses surrounding this forest were extremely tight.
Deep within the bamboo forest stood an elegant pavilion.
At this moment, on the top floor, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged.
He wore an alchemist's robe, with the character "Feng" embroidered upon the back.
His expression was calm and focused as he refined a pill, completely absorbed in the process.
Moments later, a blue pillar of energy, several meters thick, shot straight into the sky above the bamboo forest, lingering for a long time without dispersing.
The people of Maple City were long accustomed to such a sight.
They knew very well that this was the heavenly phenomenon produced when a sixth-grade pill was successfully refined.
The middle-aged man glanced at the massive energy pillar and raised his hand slightly.
The pillar trembled violently, and after a short while, a streak of blue light flew out and hovered above his palm.
As the blue light faded, its true form was revealed....a sky-blue pill the size of a longan. Intricate blue patterns covered its surface, resembling rolling ocean waves, mysterious and profound.
Once the blue light separated from the pillar, the towering column of energy lost its support.
It trembled a few times before gradually fading away, disappearing completely.
"This refinement took less time than the last one…"
A satisfied smile appeared on the man's face. He placed the sixth-grade pill into an exquisite jade bottle, then turned and walked out of the pavilion.
The middle-aged man possessed refined, handsome features.
His long black hair draped naturally over his shoulders, and his body constantly carried a faint yet unusual medicinal fragrance that instinctively put others at ease.
On the chest of his robe was embroidered an ancient cauldron emblem.
Upon it, six golden, shimmering lines pulsed faintly, their brilliance sharp enough to sting the eyes.
Six golden patterns....within the alchemy world, only sixth-grade alchemists were qualified to wear such an emblem.
Yet this man, who appeared to be barely in his thirties, bore it openly.
In the entire Black Angle Region, only one individual fit this description.
The Medicine Emperor...Han Feng.
After finishing his pill refinement, Han Feng descended from the pavilion and took a seat in a cool gazebo within the spacious courtyard below.
Moments later, his finger flicked lightly, and a deep blue flame....clear as tranquil lake water....strangely emerged from his palm, quickly enveloping his entire hand.
This flame was exceptionally peculiar. At first glance, it looked like flowing water, serene and transparent, yet every instinct screamed that it was not water at all, but fire.
"An Heavenly Flame…"
"If I can obtain just one more Heavenly Flame, my Burning Mantra will surely advance to the next stage."
"When that happens, I will break through to a seventh-grade alchemist....and my cultivation will step into the Dou Zong realm!"
As he stared at the blue flame, a fanatical light surged across Han Feng's face.
However, in the very next instant, his brows furrowed sharply.
He clutched his chest and coughed violently several times, his breathing turning noticeably unstable.
After a long while, the coughing finally subsided.
Han Feng exhaled deeply and ground his teeth as he muttered coldly:
"Damn that old bastard… If you had just let me cultivate the Burning Mantra back then, none of this would have happened.
What nonsense about my character being flawed...my alchemy talent was far superior to yours!"
By the end, his voice dropped low, but his clenched fists betrayed the fury and resentment boiling within his heart.
At that moment, as if sensing something, the vicious expression on Han Feng's face vanished, replaced once again by his usual mild demeanor.
In the next breath, a nimble figure darted out from the surrounding bamboo forest and appeared within the gazebo.
Kneeling on one knee, the newcomer spoke in a hoarse yet respectful voice:
"Master, you've finally come out of seclusion?"
Han Feng frowned slightly. "Han Beng, has something happened?"
Kneeling, Han Beng replied hurriedly, "Master, you may not know this, but major events have occurred in the Black Angle Region recently."
He then quickly recounted everything that had transpired over the past few days.
"What?!"
"The Blood Sect and the Black Skull Tomb… both wiped out?"
Han Feng shot to his feet, his face turning pale with shock.
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