At this moment, Han Feng sat in the seat of honor.
The way all the Han Family Members looked at Han Feng had changed!
Wang Feipeng also kept feeling frightened in retrospect. If he had impulsively offended this gentleman, wouldn't he have been done for?
He had often heard stories of Taoists using mystical arts to kill people without leaving a trace. If one offended someone capable of such mysterious and supernatural feats, one might truly die without even knowing how.
Lin Jianzhong and Wang Feipeng had both offended Han Feng before. Now, as they sat in their seats, they did not know what to say.
They wanted to strike up a conversation with Han Feng, but could not bring themselves to do so. All they could do was smile awkwardly at him, like two fools, one old and one young, utterly lacking their earlier arrogance.
Lin Shihan emerged from the house holding a thick stack of banknotes and placed it in front of Han Feng:
“Grandmaster, this is your payment for your hard work!”
Han Feng counted it. There was fifty thousand in total.
“This is too much.”
Han Feng said.
“Grandmaster cured my mother. No amount of money would be too much.”
Lin Shihan said sincerely.
Han Feng was not someone who liked taking advantage of others. He took out the remaining four talismans as well and placed them on the table:
“Then I’ll give you these four talismans as well.
Before using them, first recite, ‘The Supreme Star of Tai Shang, responding to change without pause,’ and then shout, ‘Activate.’ That will be enough.”
As Han Feng spoke, he first took out two talismans. “These are lightning talismans. Using them can summon lightning for attacks.
This one is an Earthfire Talisman. Like the lightning talismans, it is an offensive Talisman and can summon earthfire when used.
The remaining two are passively triggered: one is a protective talisman, and the other is a Substitute Talisman.
Make a sachet and hang it on your body.”
After Han Feng finished speaking, he took the fifty thousand in cash and prepared to leave.
“Grandmaster! May I know your name?
Or perhaps you could let me see what you look like!
If anything happens to me in the future, Lin Shihan could contact you again!”
This campus belle of Binhai University had actually taken the initiative to ask a man to leave his name.
If the people at Binhai University found out, their eyes would probably pop out of their heads.
Han Feng naturally would not reveal his name or appearance. He merely waved his hand. “Perhaps we’ll meet again if fate allows!”
Seeing that Han Feng was unwilling to take any advantage of her, while speaking in such unfathomably mysterious terms, Lin Shihan became even more curious about him:
“Grandmaster! Let me see you off!”
“No need. Stay here.
Take good care of your mother!”
Han Feng stopped Lin Shihan, then drifted away.
Lin Shihan watched Han Feng’s departing figure, her heart fluttering.
Could this man be an immortal sent by Heaven specifically to save her mother?
……
Han Feng suddenly had fifty thousand yuan, and his cramped, difficult life could finally breathe a little easier.
He gave twenty thousand to his parents for the family’s daily expenses, then spent ten thousand on cheap medicinal herbs such as goji berry, angelica root, and dried tangerine peel. He ground them into powder, placed it in his palm, and meditated in cultivation.
Han Feng discovered that if he wanted to advance the Divine Venerable Technique to a higher level, he had to rely on heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
By drawing out the spiritual energy within the heavenly materials and earthly treasures, he could provide it for the host’s cultivation.
The so-called heavenly materials and earthly treasures included low-end items such as these chinese medicinal herbs, while higher-end items consisted of aged chinese medicinal herbs and things like various gemstones.
The highest-end items were various rare gemstones and rare medicinal herbs.
That was why one could often see that many Taoists were very poor.
Cultivation was completely an activity that burned money.
Han Feng had no money now, and he was merely crossing from the first layer of the Divine Venerable Technique to the divine venerable, second layer.
The things he needed did not have to be so expensive. He could simply use cheap items and achieve qualitative change through quantitative change.
Put plainly, he would use time to make up for the low quality of the medicinal herbs.
At night, Han Feng used these powdered medicinal herbs for cultivation, while during the day he went to a nearby park to exercise.
This was the park closest to Han Feng’s residence.
It was already quite dilapidated, so not many people came to this park.
Spiritual energy was more abundant in places less frequented by people. Han Feng was very satisfied with this place. The air was also fresh, and after completing a set of Divine Venerable fist technique, Han Feng felt refreshed, while the Divine Venerable qi within his body had become considerably purer.
Although reaching the divine venerable, second layer was still a distant prospect, Han Feng felt that any progress was a good thing!
If he improved a little every day, sooner or later he would break through to the divine venerable, second layer!
“Young friend, what an excellent fist technique!
However, I have lived in vain for sixty years without knowing exactly what fist technique you were performing.”
When Han Feng finished his punches and regulated his breathing, an elderly man over seventy came over and exclaimed in admiration.
Beside the old man stood a spirited young woman with her hair tied in a ponytail. She wore a white martial training uniform and had attractive features and healthy wheat-colored skin. Compared with ordinary beauties, she possessed an extra air of martial valor.
The old man and the young woman had also been practicing punches nearby, but in Han Feng’s eyes, they were nothing more than fancy but ineffectual fighting, so he had not paid much attention.
Since they had taken the initiative to speak with him, Han Feng could not very well refuse to answer. He merely smiled and said, “I was just throwing punches randomly.”
Throwing punches randomly?
The old man had also served in military service. Han Feng’s set of punches was steady and well-structured; no matter how one looked at it, it did not seem randomly performed.
“Enough! Stop pretending!
If you don’t want to say, then don’t. Who are you trying to fool by claiming you were just throwing punches randomly?”
The spirited beauty with the ponytail beside him snorted.
“Binglan! Don’t be rude!”
The old man stopped his granddaughter, then smiled at Han Feng. “Young friend, my name is Ye Fu, and I also live nearby.
Your set of punches just now clearly comes from a renowned school. I simply don’t know what style of fist technique it is, so I came over to ask.
Since you are unwilling to say, then forget it.
I apologize for disturbing you. I hope you can forgive me.”
After Ye Fu finished speaking, he wanted to pull his granddaughter Ye Binglan away, but Ye Binglan refused:
“Hmph! What’s so impressive about it? It’s just a fist technique! Why hide its name so secretively?
You’re really not a man!”
“Hey, kid! Do you dare spar with me?
If you lose, you have to tell my grandfather the name of your fist technique!”
Ye Binglan said coldly.
Ye Binglan was a police officer who had become the captain of the criminal police team at a young age. Besides her privileged background, she also possessed skills that could overwhelm most men!
She had been unbeatable in the compound since childhood, and few people in the police force could exchange blows with her. Combined with the arrogance of someone long accustomed to being in charge and her naturally explosive temper, she was extremely displeased that Han Feng was even hiding the name of his fist technique.
“Binglan! Sigh…”
Ye Fu clearly could not control his granddaughter. Moreover, as a martial arts fanatic, he obviously wanted to know the name of Han Feng’s fist technique as well.
Han Feng could not help finding this amusing. She was truly a tigress!
She wanted to spar with him just because she did not know the name of his fist technique?
Han Feng had no interest in exchanging blows. He merely shook his head:
“My fist technique really was something I made up as I went. It has no name.”
“You’re not my opponent. There’s no need for this contest!”
……