Heavenly Demon Phoenixes, along with Ancient Void Dragons and Nine Serene Deep Ground Pythons, were known as the three major magical beast families of the current Beast Region.
These kinds of magical beasts attached great importance to their bloodline. Even if a magical beast was about to die, its corpse had to be retrieved entirely, and not a single feather could be left to outsiders.
For this reason, the corpses of Heavenly Demon Phoenixes were extremely rare in the outside world. Occasionally, some residual limbs and broken wings could be seen, but only some powerful forces dared to possess them.
In his previous life, Han Feng had seen the wings of a Heavenly Demon Phoenix at a spatial trade fair in the Central Plains.
The corpse of the seventh-tier peak magical beast in front of him was a tribute offered by the Black Emperor Sect. Judging from its rank, it was considered thoughtful, but Han Feng estimated that the people of the Black Emperor Sect were not clear about the origin of this magical beast corpse, otherwise...
Han Feng smiled slightly. No matter what, he was not afraid of the power of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix tribe.
The Myriad Beast Spirit Flame ignited from his fingertips, and then landed on the magical beast skeleton. Wisps of decayed aura were instantly burned away in the flame, and the rich blood essence of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix was extracted bit by bit.
Half an hour later, a pair of exquisite Heavenly Demon Phoenix bone wings, bone claws, and bone body were all separated by Han Feng.
Before its death, the Demon Phoenix corpse was a super magical beast about to break through to the eighth tier, and its body carried a special energy.
So these materials were all rare items.
A weapon refining method from the Xiao family of the Nanli Nation emerged in Han Feng's mind, a method for creating armor that pointed directly to the ninth grade.
If he spent some time refining these materials, he should be able to refine a set of Heavenly Demon Phoenix armor.
It would be just right to give it to Xian'er as a gift.
Thinking of this, Han Feng put away all these materials, preparing to handle them personally in the future.
Since the unification of the Black-Corner Region, each city would regularly send some tributes, stored in the treasury and guarded by puppets.
When Han Feng returned this time, he briefly looked through the items in the treasury, took what he could use, and distributed what he couldn't.
After staying in Feng City for two days, Han Feng quickly left the city again.
Some leaders who wanted to visit could only return in vain.
Falling Star Pavilion.
Han Feng appeared in Yao Chen's residence.
At this time, Yao Chen was studying a pill formula. Seeing Han Feng arrive, he looked at his disciple in surprise.
"Your cultivation..."
Since Han Feng did not deliberately hide it, he directly revealed his aura of an eight-revolution peak Dou Venerate.
Yao Chen was dumbfounded.
How long has it been since we last met? Promoting directly from four-star Dou Venerate to eight-revolution Dou Venerate, how could there be such a promotion speed?
"Are you really Feng'er?"
Yao Chen stepped forward and circled Han Feng, examining him carefully.
"Master, stop looking."
Han Feng said amusingly.
"How did you cultivate?"
Seeing nothing wrong, Yao Chen became even more confused.
"I refined two Heavenly Flames, promoted to nine-star Dou Venerate, and then obtained the Nine Essence Spirit Water, condensing eight revolutions of Dou Qi within half a year."
Han Feng briefly explained his experience during this period.
Yao Chen nodded in realization.
"So refining Heavenly Flames through the 'Flame Mantra' can directly improve Dou Qi cultivation!"
This is too terrifying.
If Han Feng's promotion speed were to be told, probably no one would believe it.
Even the ancient Dou God families couldn't compare!
"No wonder you wanted to steal the 'Flame Mantra' back then..."
Yao Chen glanced at Han Feng with a complicated look.
For such a magical technique, not giving it to you was indeed my mistake as a teacher...
"Master, don't mock me. The Han Feng of back then indeed deserved to die ten thousand times, but one must look forward in everything."
Han Feng felt tight in his heart and said quickly.
Yao Chen sighed and nodded, "Yes."
Whose life is smooth sailing and perfect?
Looking back on the past, Han Feng's betrayal, although a heavy stroke, was only a part of Yao Chen's life palette.
"Are you starting now that you're back?"
Yao Chen suddenly asked.
During this time, he had been helping Han Feng plan and prepare some logistical work for the war against the Hall of Souls.
Han Feng nodded.
"It's time to start."
Yao Chen closed his eyes and thought for a moment.
"How far do you intend to go?"
"The Earthly Baleful Halls must be destroyed, but the best scenario is to break through the Human Hall among the Heavenly Dipper Halls!"
Yao Chen frowned.
"Do you know the strength of the Heavenly Dipper Halls?"
"I have some understanding. The combat power worth noting in the Human Hall should be one Dou Saint, plus one Half-Saint."
"Dou Saint?!"
Yao Chen was stunned.
Although he had guessed, at most he guessed Half-Saint. He really didn't expect that there would be a Dou Saint in the Heavenly Dipper Hall!
How can you fight that?
"No, it's too dangerous for you to attack the Heavenly Dipper Hall with a Dou Saint present."
"You have no idea of the horror of a Dou Saint!"
Yao Chen thought that Han Feng's realm had improved too fast and his mentality was a bit adrift, so he scolded Han Feng fiercely.
"Once locked onto by a Dou Saint, I'm afraid even the spatial secret treasure in your hand will not work. At that time, you will undoubtedly die!"
Han Feng nodded.
In fact, he knew what he was doing. In his previous life, when he was at the Half-Saint stage, he had escaped from a Dou Saint using the Void God Stele.
Of course, there was a bit of luck involved in that escape. If the opponent was too strong, the risk factor would naturally multiply.
"Don't worry, Master, I will be careful."
Han Feng said.
"In short, you should stop thinking about the Heavenly Dipper Hall for now."
Yao Chen thought for a moment and said, "Or, wait for me for a month."
Han Feng looked at Yao Chen in surprise. "Master, are you going to... break through?"
Yao Chen raised his head, looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
"Mm."
He said calmly.
"But even if you break through to Half-Saint, Master, you won't be a match for a Dou Saint, right?"
Han Feng dismantled the stage.
"Even if I can't, I can still hold on for a while."
Yao Chen said expressionlessly.
"Let's forget it. If it costs you your life, it would be neglecting the essentials."
Han Feng shook his head and temporarily gave up the plan to attack the Heavenly Dipper Hall.
"Your future path is still long. There is no need to rush."
Yao Chen advised.
"Such a young eight-revolution Dou Venerate, I'm afraid a second one cannot be found on the entire Dou Qi Continent."
When saying this, Yao Chen felt a little proud in his heart.
No matter what, this was his disciple.
Han Feng smiled lightly.
Master's words are like what I said to Little Junior Brother—too exaggerated.
Among the eight ancient clans, there is no shortage of those who break through to peak Dou Venerate or even Half-Saint at a young age.
Han Feng's current strength can only be said to be okay.
Barely able to join the high-end game.
But if he wanted an admission ticket, he still had to be related to the word "Saint."
"Yo, is Feng'er back?"
At this time, Feng Xian walked in from outside the door.
"Uncle-Master."
Han Feng bowed slightly to Feng Xian.
In his perception, Feng Xian had broken through his realm and was now a five-star Dou Venerate.
"Your cultivation has become more profound. Even I can't see through it."
Feng Xian looked at Han Feng and said helplessly.
He had already broken through to five-star Dou Venerate, but why did he feel that the level Han Feng improved was even faster than him?
"Alright, you've stayed at four-star Dou Venerate for so many years. If I hadn't come back, you probably wouldn't have broken through in another three years."
Yao Chen shook his head.
Still want to compare with my disciple?
Feng Xian looked at Yao Chen.
"Hey? Why are you, old fellow, so excited today?"
"What good thing happened?"
The two old men with transcendent appearances and temperaments began to tease each other.
Han Feng stood quietly aside, not interrupting.
Seeing this scene, Han Feng felt extremely satisfied in his heart.
When he knelt in front of his Uncle-Master to repent and swear, how could he have imagined that there was hope to recreate the scene of his Uncle-Master and Master chatting.
Perhaps this is the meaning of his efforts.
The two old men scolded for a while, got tired, and turned to look at Han Feng.
"By the way, Feng'er, over in the Western Region, Cai'er has already arranged the affairs of Medusa's clansmen. The Skyfire Pavilion is the same, developing steadily. You don't need to worry too much."
Feng Xian said to Han Feng.
Han Feng nodded.
"With Uncle-Master Feng there, I'm very assured about the Western Region."
Feng Xian laughed loudly upon hearing this.
"Old fellow, Feng'er is saying you are unreliable!"
Yao Chen's face turned dark, and his brows furrowed.
Wasn't it just being a hands-off shopkeeper for a few years?
"It seems you've forgotten your own weight."
Yao Chen said faintly.
Feng Xian smiled sheepishly and quickly interrupted.
"You master and disciple continue chatting, I'm going to find my disciple."
Feng Xian's arrival was a small interlude, causing Han Feng's thoughts to drift to the Western Region.
Speaking of which, he hadn't seen Cai'er for a long time.
He had promised to visit her often back then.
Unknowingly, he had broken his promise many times.
Han Feng felt somewhat helpless in his heart.
In the future, it's better not to make promises that cannot be fulfilled.
He felt ashamed himself.
"Are you going to visit the Western Region?"
Yao Chen asked.
Han Feng nodded.
"I will go, but not now."
"Master, do you still plan to break through to Half-Saint now?"
Yao Chen did not hesitate and said:
"When the opportunity comes, I will naturally try to break through. If I worry too much, it will be difficult to break through."
Han Feng deeply agreed with Yao Chen's words.
The power of a Half-Saint far exceeded that of a Dou Venerate, which also meant that very few people could break through to Half-Saint.
It relied not only on strength, perception, and opportunity, but most importantly, on state of mind.
"Master, shall I refine a pill for you?"
"You?"
Yao Chen laughed. "A pill to break through to Half-Saint must be at least an eighth-grade pill with nine-colored Pill Lightning, right?"
"What, is refining this kind of pill easy for you now?"
Han Feng said confidently, "I won't say it's easy, but I'm somewhat confident."
"You prepare first, wait until I refine the pill."
Yao Chen knew that Han Feng's alchemy level was comparable to his own, so he nodded and said, "Then it depends on you."
At the same time, he muttered in his heart: Even I can't refine a pill to assist in breaking through to Half-Saint. Where does this kid get his confidence?
Could it be an pill formula left over from ancient times?
Or some special heavenly and earthly spiritual object?
It wouldn't be a pill formula he made up himself to test on me, would it?
Yao Chen shook his head, throwing the messy thoughts to the back of his mind.
On the other side, Han Feng went to the treasury to select medicinal ingredients.
Pills to assist Half-Saints in breaking through were indeed extremely difficult to refine. If there were no precious spiritual objects, hundreds or thousands of high-grade medicinal ingredients would be needed to match the medicinal power and simulate the auxiliary effect.
This pill formula was collected from someone else when Han Feng broke through to become a ninth-grade alchemist in his previous life.
Named "Saint Comprehension Pill"!
The effect was simple and powerful.
It could help a peak nine-revolution Dou Venerate comprehend the Saint realm faster.
Its peak quality should be at the ninth grade, but Han Feng couldn't refine ninth-grade pills yet, so he could only settle for the next best thing.
Refining a "Half-Saint Pill."