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Seeing this, Han Feng had no choice but to carry her away from there for the time being.
So as not to let her crying disturb her father's rest.
Step out of the room and into the courtyard.
Han Feng tried to immerse himself in the tranquility of the artificial hills, flowing water, swimming fish, lush grass, and blooming flowers. He stood there silently, alone.
Although he is still young in this life, he has already experienced the vicissitudes of life in his previous life.
I have witnessed the treachery and cunning of humankind.
The maturity of this life's mind is naturally incomparable to that of an ordinary child.
Based solely on his brief conversation with his father, he already sensed that his father's life was hanging by a thread and his physical condition was extremely weak.
Moreover, there are even more serious injuries hidden inside his body.
Based on the physical contact just now and his profound internal energy perception, he could not detect the flow of internal energy that should have been present in his father's body.
In this case, there is only one possibility.
"My father's dantian has been severely damaged."
The dantian is the place where the body's essence, energy, and spirit converge and blend. Once damaged, it is like the source of life being cut off, and the essence and energy cannot be retained and can only be continuously lost.
Mild cases result in shortened lifespan and accelerated aging.
In severe cases, the patient may die at any time.
If we compare a healthy body to a well full of water, then the dantian is the bottom of the well. Damage to the dantian is like a hole appearing in the bottom of the well.
The more severe the damage to the dantian, the larger the hole at the bottom of the well.
The faster the vital energy is lost.
This is why Han Wen bluntly stated that medicine was ineffective, because external supplies are like pouring water into a funnel; no matter how much is poured in, the same amount will be lost.
Only by repairing the dantian,
Only then can the problem be completely solved.
"But where can I find a way to repair my dantian? Even if I do find one, can my father's body hold out for 313 more years?"
Han Feng looked up at the sky, trying to hold back the tears from the corners of his eyes.
He didn't want people to see his vulnerability.
Yunji in his arms was still smiling innocently, her delicate little hands futilely chasing after the butterflies fluttering among the flowers.
"If we can use internal energy to drive it according to special rules, we might be able to slow down my father's passing."
"But now, the core energy of the Life and Death True Essence Furnace is running low. Even if it can power the 'Dissolution Secret Technique,' how long can it be sustained?"
Han Feng tried to recall all the effects of the Life and Death True Essence Furnace, but faced with the current predicament...
He discovered in despair that there was no way to repair his dantian.
220. Searching for the Black Dragon Snake
Moreover, the energy in the Life and Death True Essence Furnace is almost depleted at this moment.
Thoughts surged in my mind like a turbulent sea.
After pondering for a long time, Han Feng frowned deeply. He was completely clueless about how to repair his damaged dantian. Even more serious was the fact that he knew his father's life force was rapidly fading away and that there was no time to delay any longer.
At that moment, a wave of regret washed over him as he recalled the incoherent ramblings he had made as a child while drunk.
"If I could turn back time, I would definitely teach myself a lesson."
After a moment of silence, Yunniang personally fed Han Wen his medicine and instructed her personal maid to keep a close watch on him by the bedside. Stepping out of the room, she caught a glimpse of her two children standing by the rockery, so she slowly walked over and, before her son could ask any questions, began to tell him the whole story.
"Not long ago, His Highness the Crown Prince issued a bounty notice."
"The bounty is for a live black dragon serpent. Whoever captures this beast can exchange it for many rare treasures from His Highness the Crown Prince."
"It includes several top-tier immortal techniques, legendary kingly swords, magnificent mansions and stunning beauties, vast wealth and miraculous elixirs, etc."
"Simply hold a live black dragon snake in your hand, and you can choose any one of them."
"So, Father found the Black Dragon Serpent and used it to exchange for the Profound Ice Technique from the Crown Prince?" Han Feng asked tentatively, deliberately lowering his voice when mentioning the Profound Ice Technique.
“No, your father did not find the Black Dragon Serpent.” Yunniang looked at her son and revealed softly, “After the incident, he secretly killed the person who exchanged for the Xuanbing Technique and found the technique on that person’s corpse.”
"That person is the true hero who captured the Black Dragon Serpent."
Upon hearing the truth, Han Feng was struck dumb, standing frozen in place. He had initially believed that his father's acquisition of the Black Dragon Serpent had attracted the covetous eyes of others, who sought to steal it.
But it turned out that the father struck first, plundering the treasure of others.
Although they successfully obtained the treasure
But then his father's life also came to an end.
At this moment, Han Feng was filled with mixed feelings. He had originally prepared himself to avenge his father and had imagined many scenarios of his father being bullied.
He was preparing to avenge his father once he became powerful.
I never expected it to end like this.
To fulfill a drunken childhood remark, the father risked murder to steal treasure.
This heavy and profound paternal love weighed on his heart like a boulder, causing him even more pain, because it meant that his father was willing to give up his own life for him.
"He may seem cold and aloof on the surface, but it turns out that my father is such a tender-hearted man with a strong will." Han Feng tidied his wind-blown hair, taking the opportunity to hide the tears glistening in his eyes.
She quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
His younger sister, Yunji, nestled in his arms, her clear, bright eyes filled with curiosity as she looked at her brother. Her innocent mind was not yet able to understand the reason behind it all.
“Your father may appear cold, but he is passionate at heart.” Yunniang also secretly wiped away her tears and whispered, “I feel incredibly happy to be his wife.”
“I cruelly left you, just to inspire your father to pull himself together.”
"Later, he did not disappoint me."
Han Feng stood beside his mother, no longer speaking, but listening quietly to Pi.
At this moment, he deeply understood that he could no longer freely venture out into the world as he had before.
The allure of profit is irresistible, and human nature is difficult to fathom.
221. Xuan Tie Heavy Sword
Only with him, the only son of a noble family, around can this family remain safe and sound.
In this world, women's status is not secure.
If he were to travel far from home, leaving his mother and sister behind, it would be uncertain whether he would find them safe and sound upon his return.
Misfortune can happen even in peacetime, let alone in this era of frequent wars.
"Young Master, Madam, something terrible has happened!"
Just then, the maid who had been guarding the bed rushed over, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear, her body trembling, and she cried out in a sob, "Master, Master, he... he's gone!"
Although Han Feng and Yun Niang were somewhat prepared, the devastating news still struck them as sudden and difficult to bear. However, they quickly composed themselves and faced the prospect of separation by death.
Holding his one-year-old sister in his arms and supporting his mother, who was already sobbing uncontrollably, with his right hand, Han Feng forced himself to endure the grief and walked step by step towards the bedroom. The maid who brought the news followed behind him, trembling.
Entering the bedroom,
They ignored the other maid who was cowering and trembling on the ground.
Instead, he went straight to the bedside. Han Feng had his mother sit on the edge of the bed, and he reached out to touch his father's chest. Finally, he confirmed that his father's heartbeat had stopped.
"Father, go in peace!"
He held his sister in his arms, slowly knelt down, and silently shed tears.
Perhaps it sensed something.
Suddenly, the little Yunji in her arms pouted her pink lips and burst into tears.
He cried for a long time.
Han Feng had no choice but to pull himself together and entrust his sister to the care of a maid.
Sitting by the bed, the mother gazed at the father's face, lost in deep sorrow. Endless tears of grief flowed from her swollen eyes, and her suppressed sobs made it difficult for her to breathe.
"Mother, if you want to cry, just cry," Han Feng comforted her.
Yunniang did not respond to her son's words.
She slowly extended her left hand, grasped Han Wen's right hand, and then gently spread her fingers, interlocking them tightly.
Those once resolute and bright eyes were now filled with an unprecedented sorrow. Seeing this, Han Feng assumed his mother was overwhelmed with grief and unable to accept reality.
So I didn't pay much attention to it.
He offered a few more words of reassurance before getting up and leaving the room.
Stepping out of the room,
Han Feng summoned his servants and steward to arrange his father's funeral matters one by one, including the preparation of funeral supplies, the selection of a burial site, the invitation of guests, and the funeral ceremony procedures.