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They traversed mountains and rivers, traveling day and night.
Five days later, a weary traveler, Han Feng finally arrived at a place called the Black Crow Tribe.
This is where his parents currently live.
"Lead the way, I need to see my parents immediately." Han Feng turned around and ordered the little black bird on his shoulder.
The little black bird nodded in response, without uttering a word, and instantly spread its wings and flew out, like an arrow shot straight towards the right rear of the Black Crow tribe.
Han Feng followed closely behind, running briskly.
When the guards of the nearby Black Crow tribe saw Han Feng, this unfamiliar visitor, they became wary, but when they saw the little black bird leading the way, they all lowered their guard.
The presence of black crows as guides signifies that there are acquaintances in the tribe, and that these acquaintances are of high status.
They don't need to worry too much, after all, not everyone among the Yue people has the talent to practice witchcraft; most people are just ordinary folks.
Those who lack this talent will ultimately have no chance to embark on the path of cultivation.
After passing through many ancient houses, Han Feng finally arrived at an elegantly decorated classical mansion. He looked up at the three characters "Nanyang Prefecture" engraved on the lintel and stepped inside without hesitation.
"Young Master, you're back."
At the gate of the mansion, servants came forward to greet them.
Although they didn't recognize the young master Han Feng, they recognized the little black bird that had been guiding them, and thus knew that the unfamiliar boy in front of them was Han Feng.
"How is my father now?" Han Feng asked as he walked.
"Young Master, the Master's condition is not good. He has been relying on medication to stay alive these days," the servant replied cautiously, not daring to reveal too much information.
Han Feng did not ask any further questions. He walked through many courtyards and stopped in front of an exquisite building.
At that moment, a hint of hesitation and unease arose in his heart.
"Since you're back, come in, cough cough cough"
Hearing a hoarse, weak voice coming from inside, Han Feng cast aside all hesitation and pushed open the door to enter.
"Young Master is back."
The two pretty maids standing guard on either side of the bed hurriedly bowed to Han Feng.
Han Feng nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then walked to the bedside, gazing at the familiar, sickly face on the bed, a wave of sorrow welling up in his heart.
That once resolute face was now pale and bloodless, showing signs of aging. His once black hair was now streaked with gray, and his vital energy was depleted, clearly due to excessive depletion of his life force.
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"Father, how did you become like this?" Han Feng was grieving, but even more confused: "Your twelve meridians have been fully opened, and your internal strength is extremely profound."
"How could his life force have been depleted to this extent?"
"Cough cough cough," Han Wen coughed violently a few times, and then explained with difficulty: "Back then, there was a turmoil in the royal palace. The princes were vying for the position of crown prince, attacking each other, and coercing and enticing nobles of all ranks to express their positions."
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"Although our Han family has fallen on hard times, we still retain our noble status. Faced with this situation, we have no room to remain neutral."
"After much discussion, your mother and I decided to support the current king. Fortunately, we chose the right side."
"Taking this opportunity, I, as your father, have also enabled the Han family to be able to cough cough cough revive."
Han Feng quickly patted his father's chest, feeling deeply remorseful: "If I hadn't not yet fully opened the twelve meridians in my body, my icy internal energy wouldn't be able to overflow and nourish others."
"If possible, I will definitely transfer my internal energy to you, at least to help heal your injuries or alleviate your pain." 8.
218. A fragment of the Mysterious Frost Technique?!
"Father, how is your health right now?" Han Feng asked anxiously.
"There's no cure. Even if your mother uses witchcraft, or the tribal priest uses his own internal energy to save you, or even if you receive medical treatment, it won't be able to save you." Han Wen was calm at this moment, as if he had seen through life and death and was taking it all in stride.
A rich medicinal fragrance permeated the entire room, like the marks left by time.
Han Wen lay on the rustic wooden couch, his face as pale as paper, yet he forced himself to calm his son Han Feng, telling him not to fall into endless worry.
"Birth, death, and reincarnation are the natural order of things in the world, and no one can escape them."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
He suddenly coughed violently, then struggled to calm himself.
He gestured for the maids beside him to leave, and only after the two maids had quietly left did he raise his finger with difficulty and point to the medicine pillow under his pillow, indicating that there was a hidden secret inside, and asking Han Feng to unravel the mystery within.
Han Feng tried to decipher the deeper meaning behind his father's actions, and looked puzzled.
Without asking any further questions, he followed Han Wen's instructions and groped his way to the hidden mechanism in the crevices of the medicine pillow, gently turning it according to a specific pattern.
"Crack, click, click!"
A faint, yet clearly audible, sound emanated from inside the medicine pillow as the mechanism turned.
Immediately afterwards, a thin layer silently popped open on one side of the medicine pillow, revealing a piece of snow-white silk folded in two.
"What is this?"
Han Feng picked it up, slowly unfolded it, and his eyes instantly narrowed in astonishment.
"A fragment of the Profound Frost Technique?!"
"Such a supreme ice-type sorcery technique must have been treasured in the Yue Emperor's Palace all along?"
"How?"
He already had some guesses in his mind. He turned to look at his father, Han Wen, and saw that the other man was smiling and nodding, his eyes full of expectation for him.
"This matter must be kept secret and should not be shown to others lightly."
"Father, could this item be related to your injuries?" Han Feng frowned, puzzled as to why his father, as an elder, would take such a risky step.
The family's inherited Frost Technique, though not a top-tier witchcraft technique...
But it is by no means something that ordinary people can cultivate.
"Do you remember what I said when I was a child, when I was drunk?" Han Wen steadied his breath, trying to make his words more coherent.
"I once said I would master the strongest sorcery, drink the strongest wine, and ride the fastest steed..."
Upon hearing this, Han Feng's face flushed slightly, and he retorted reflexively, "That was just me talking nonsense when I was drunk back then, it's not to be believed."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, his expression changed, and he tentatively asked, "So, Father, you actually took my innocent words seriously?"
"Would you really risk your life for this?"
He gripped the tattered silk scroll tightly in his hand, his palms already soaked with sweat.
"If this item causes you such serious injury, Father, I would rather discard it!"
A joke made in the past has now become a reality.
Instead of feeling happy, Han Feng felt heartbroken and in unbearable pain.
Just at this time,
The tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Han Feng quickly put away the incomplete Xuan Shuang Technique scroll in his hand, his eyes immediately showing a wary look, and he suddenly turned around to look at the door.
"Mother?!"
The wariness in my heart immediately dissipated.
The person who entered the room at that moment was his mother, Yunniang, and a pretty maid carrying medicine.
What surprised Han Feng even more was...
In his mother Yunniang's arms, there was also a baby girl who was not yet a year old.
219. Yun Ji, entrusting her orphan to someone!
The baby girl had skin as white as snow, and her round face resembled a newly blossoming peach blossom, making her extremely lovable.
"Xiao Feng, you're back." Yun Niang, holding the baby girl in her arms, hurried forward and looked him up and down: "You've grown taller and stronger, I almost didn't recognize you."
"This is your younger sister, Yunji. She just turned one month old two months ago."
As Yunniang spoke, she handed the baby girl in her arms to Han Feng and instructed, "Xiao Feng, you hold Yun Ji for a moment while I feed your father his medicine."
"OK then."
Filled with questions, Han Feng had no choice but to suppress his doubts for the time being.
He carefully took Yun Ji from his mother's hands. The little girl didn't seem shy at all, staring at Han Feng with her bright, clear eyes.
I watched 06 for a while.
The little girl stretched out her delicate pink hand and tried to touch Han Feng's face.
Unfortunately, my arms were too short to reach it.
Five soft little fingers fluttered in the air a few times, but failed to catch the target. The little girl was so anxious that she was about to cry, and her cherry lips pouted slightly.
On its round, chubby little face, it looked pitiful, as if it was about to cry.