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He wore a standard alchemist's robe, and on the back of the robe was an exquisitely embroidered character—"Feng".
At this moment, the man was immersed in studying a medicinal recipe in his hand, completely absorbed and undistracted, appearing extremely focused.
On his chest was an ancient-looking alchemy cauldron emblem.
Above the cauldron, six golden shimmering patterns gently fluctuated, dazzling to the eyes.
Six golden patterns—in the world of alchemy, only a sixth-tier alchemist had the qualifications to wear such a badge.
And this man, who appeared to be only around thirty years old, could wear it on his body—such strength was unmatched in the entire Black-Corner Region.
He was known as the Medicine Emperor, Han Feng!
As the number one alchemist in the Black-Corner Region, Han Feng, a peak sixth-tier Alchemist, held a prestigious position in the hearts of many powers and experts.
Moreover, putting aside his identity as an alchemist, his cultivation had reached the peak of Dou Huang, and with the assistance of an Heavenly Flame, few dared to underestimate him in the Black-Corner Region.
However, just as he was carefully studying the recipe, a noisy set of footsteps suddenly echoed, causing Han Feng's brows to knit slightly.
Han Beng, a Dou Wang at the peak level, walked in from outside and knelt, saying, "Master, a black-robed elder has come to the door, claiming to possess accurate information about a Heavenly Flame and wishes to make a trade with you."
"Heavenly Flame?!"
At those two words, Han Feng's body instantly froze.
The recipe in his hand somehow slipped and fell onto the short table before him.
Thinking about how his Flame Mantra had been stuck at the High-Grade Black Class for more than ten years, a burst of intense heat flared up in his eyes.
The previous calm vanished in an instant. He spoke hurriedly, "Quick, bring him in!"
"Yes, Master!"
Sensing Han Feng's urgency, Han Beng didn't dare to delay and quickly rushed outside.
Moments later, he returned, leading a hunched old man completely shrouded in a black robe into the bamboo building.
"Sir, is the information you mentioned about a Heavenly Flame true?"
Sensing the cold and gloomy aura coming from Lin Feng, Han Feng, whose affinity was with fire, instinctively felt discomfort. But considering the matter involved a Heavenly Flame, he still smiled and asked politely.
"Rest assured, Medicine Emperor. I dare to stake my head on this information—it is absolutely genuine,"
Lin Feng said, his voice hoarse with age. Then, with a shift in tone, he continued in the same raspy voice, "However, the individual is rather strange. He seems to possess Dou Huang-level combat strength. It may not be easy to seize it."
"Hehe, although my strength isn't considered overwhelming, I'm confident in dealing with a Dou Huang. Since you're so confident in your information, old sir, tell me—what does this Heavenly Flame look like? What's its rank on the Heavenly Flame Ranking?"
Han Feng chuckled calmly, his tone full of confidence.
A gleam of excitement flashed through his eyes.
Judging by this "old man's" words, the information might very well be real.
If he could obtain this Heavenly Flame, then the Flame Mantra could evolve into a Earth Class cultivation technique!
Moreover, with the unique property of the Flame Mantra—being able to absorb other flames to evolve—and considering he had been consolidating his cultivation at peak Dou Huang for many years,
He was confident that with the opportunity of absorbing a Heavenly Flame, he could break through to Dou Zong in one fell swoop!
"Cough cough—"
Disguised as an old man, Lin Feng faked a few coughs before speaking again:
"I'm not too familiar with Heavenly Flames, so I'm not sure exactly which one it is. I only know that its color is white, and when the man used it, it gave off an extremely intense chill, but when you try to sense it closely, it feels blazing hot."
"What?!"
Han Feng, who had looked calm just moments ago, suddenly stood up as if struck by lightning. A sharp, raspy shout burst from his mouth.
His pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints.
At the same time, a wave of terror erupted from deep within Han Feng's soul.
A memory long buried in the depths of his mind resurfaced in a flash, causing his entire body to tremble violently.
"He's not dead… that old bastard is still alive… What should I do now…"
Fragmented and panicked thoughts echoed in Han Feng's mind over and over.
He was all too familiar with that white Heavenly Flame.
Because—it was the Heavenly Flame used by his master!
Years ago, for the sake of the Flame Mantra, he had turned against Yao Chen.
In the end, he colluded with the Hall of Souls, using despicable means to murder him.
So now, the news that Yao Chen was still alive struck him like a bolt of thunder.
As someone who had once been Yao Chen's disciple, he knew very well—
As a nine-colored eighth-tier alchemist, Yao Chen held an astonishing level of prestige across the continent.
Even now, many Dou Zun-level experts on the continent still vividly remembered that once-renowned figure—the "Yao Zun Zhe" (Medicine Venerate).
He had no doubt that if the word got out that Yao Chen was still alive...
There would absolutely be a flood of Dou Zun experts in need of pills who would rush in to assist him.
Especially that Feng Zun Zhe. Back then, Yao Chen had once saved his life.
As a result, even though Yao Chen had disappeared for many years, Feng Zun Zhe still persisted relentlessly across the Central Plains, searching for any trace of him.
In fact, he had investigated Han Feng on more than one occasion.
However, since Feng Zun Zhe never had any solid evidence, and because of Han Feng's special identity, the man couldn't do anything about it.
But now, Yao Chen hadn't faded into the wind like he'd imagined—instead, he had survived.
Han Feng dared not imagine what kind of situation he would fall into if Yao Chen spread word of how he had colluded with outsiders to assassinate his own master back then!
At that time, Feng Zun Zhe would likely be the first to come knocking, skin him alive, and tear him limb from limb.
A Dou Zun-level legendary expert—even with Han Feng's current strength, he wouldn't stand a chance against someone like that.
As these thoughts raced through his mind, Han Feng's expression turned unpredictable and grim.
Eventually, his face froze into a vicious and cold expression.
If he wanted to survive, he would have to make sure both Yao Chen and the man in front of him who knew the truth would forever remain silent.
Because only the dead… are the most trustworthy.
Letting out a long breath, Han Feng forcibly suppressed all the emotions in his heart.
Looking at the unmoving Lin Feng before him, he forced a smile and asked, "May I ask what conditions you require, old sir, for you to share the information about the Heavenly Flame with me?"
"Cough, cough… Ai~"
Lin Feng feigned a long sigh, then said in a hoarse voice, "This old one has already reached the end of his years, with little life left to live. Therefore, I hope to exchange this information with the Medicine Emperor for one pill that can extend my lifespan… and two Mighty Huang Pill."
"Old sir, don't you think that price is a little excessive?"
Upon hearing his asking price, even Han Feng couldn't help but frown.
Although he still had several Mighty Huang Pill stored in his spatial ring, and as for that lifespan-extending pill—he had obtained a scroll from that old bastard's ring and could refine it anytime…
These were all peak sixth-tier pills!
While he didn't lack such pills himself, the other party wanted to exchange just a single piece of information for three pills of this level.
Wasn't that far too much? A lion's mouth wide open.
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