Han Feng picked up a hundred taels of pure gold from the table and casually threw it into a small box at the side without even looking at it.
As for the wood carvings in the shop, other than Wan 'er's and his mother's carvings from his previous life, Han Feng did not care at all. To him, these things were just tools to calm his mind and comprehend the supreme Great Dao of the universe.
He believed that when he was able to inscribe a high-level cultivation saint or an ancient mutant, his cultivation would definitely have a breakthrough.
Xiao Ziang left the shop in a daze. As he walked, he muttered to himself. No one knew what he was mumbling about.
Han Feng took a sip of the fruit wine and continued to immerse himself in carving. As he carved, some wood shavings fell down, and the wooden piece in his hand gradually took shape. It gave off a majestic aura, but it was completely confined within the wood carving and couldn't spread out.
With each stroke, the aura grew stronger. Slowly, a thick primordial dragon appeared on the wood carving. However, at this moment, the carving knife in Han Feng's hand hesitated.
After a long moment of silence, he sighed and waved his right hand, causing the carving knife to disappear. He then casually tossed the half-finished wood carving to the side. There was a large box, within which were more than ten half-finished wood carvings.
If one looked closely at these carvings, one would discover that there were humans and beasts. There were Primordial True Dragons, Primordial True Phoenixes, Primordial Qilins, Primordial Black Tortoise, and even the 3,000 Chaos Godfiends and Desolate Beasts…
Han Feng tried his best to infuse his comprehension of the Dao Laws into it.
Although these wood carvings were different, they were shockingly similar. They were all at the high-level Primordial Chaos realm.
Over the past year, Han Feng had already tried many times, but he was still unable to carve out a person and a beast with the cultivation base of a high-level Primordial Chaos cultivator. If he were to forcefully carve it, there would only be one outcome-the wood carving would turn into ashes.
He pondered for a bit and then closed his eyes. A layer of red mist appeared around him.
The speed at which the red mist was being compressed had increased by several times over the past year. Han Feng had already compressed it to such a degree. Han Feng was quite satisfied with this progress. In fact, he had not forcefully compressed it over the past year. Instead, after he had this thought, he naturally took a series of actions.
Han Feng believed that if he was given another year, he would be able to compress the baleful aura to its limit. Even though compressing the baleful aura had nothing to do with increasing his cultivation or comprehending the Heavenly Dao.
However, Han Feng had a feeling that if he allowed the red mist to dissipate, he would regret it in the future. It was precisely this kind of aura that was produced by cultivators who had reached a certain level of cultivation that caused Han Feng to begin condensing it without hesitation.
At this moment, the hearty voice of Little Ang's father came from outside the shop,""Brother Han, Sister Shangguan, your sister-in-law made some good dishes today. Come and eat some.”
Han Feng's eyes widened, and a profound light flickered in them. The light slowly dissipated, and then disappeared completely. Han Feng was now a mortal again. He held the wine jug and Shangguan Yuqing's hand. After taking two steps, he hesitated for a moment before taking out the hundred taels of crimson gold from the small box. He called Patriarch Han Chentian and walked out.
As for the third young master of the Chen family, he was sitting in the carriage with his heart pounding wildly. He looked at the things wrapped in his coat and licked his lips, a hint of joy in his eyes.
He did not expect to meet such a strange person when he returned home to visit his parents. He could actually carve such a wooden carving. One had to know that the only hobby of the Northern King of the Great Desolate Town was to like such items.
No matter if it was made of gold, jade, stone, or wood, as long as it was carved into shape, it was a favorite of Northern Battlefront King.
The son of the Northern King was a filial son. If he presented the wood carving, the son would definitely praise him. Thinking of this, the third young master of the Chen family immediately took a deep breath.
This group of more than a dozen carriages sped through the Great Barren City at a fast speed. However, he still wished that the carriages could be faster so that he could return to the Northguard Prince's Mansion as soon as possible.
After a long time, the carriage stopped. The Chen family's third young master immediately opened the door and jumped down, rushing into the manor.
In the east courtyard of the mansion, the third young master of the Chen family stopped outside a rather gorgeous palace and said loudly,"Your Royal Highness, Chen Xiao has something important to ask for an audience.”
After a while, a lazy voice came from the palace,""Chen Xiao, didn't you go home to visit your relatives? Why are you back so soon? If there's anything, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Vaguely, Chen Xiao heard a few soft voices coming from the hall. He hesitated for a moment. It was not convenient for him to disturb them at this time, but he was quite confident in the thing in his arms. After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and said,"Lord Northern Prince, I have something important to do. When I went home to visit my family, I found a wooden carving. If Northern Prince sees it, he will be happy.”
There was silence in the hall. After a while, the voice said with a hint of dissatisfaction,"Come in. If what you took is not what you said, you will lose this month's reward.”
Chen Xiao hurriedly walked in and saw a large bed covered by a white veil falling from the ceiling of the palace. A young man with a slightly pale face was draped in a purple python robe. He sat by the bed and his gaze was slightly gloomy.
Chen Xiao placed the coat in her hand on the ground and gently opened it, revealing the ancient true dragon carving inside.
The moment the young man saw the wood carving, his eyes became sharp. He stood up and quickly walked to the wood carving. He grabbed the wood carving with his right hand.
Just as Chen Xiao was about to warn him, the young man let out a cry of surprise. He waved his right hand and the wood carving disappeared. His eyes lit up and he laughed,"Alright, Chen Xiao, I'll remember your great merit!”
As he spoke, he patted a seemingly ordinary pouch at his waist. Immediately, a purple gas came out from it and wrapped around his body. The young man was now wearing a purple dragon robe.
The moment the purple gas appeared, a gentle breeze blew in the palace. A corner of the white veil on the bed was blown away, and two beautiful bodies were revealed.
Chen Xiao couldn't help but glance at him. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, she immediately lowered her head and didn't look at him.
This young man wasn't a mortal but a cultivator. However, his cultivation level wasn't high, only at the Soul Formation stage.
He looked at Chen Xiao. He had seen Chen Xiao's gaze just now, so he smiled and said,""Snow Girl, come out. Today, you belong to Chen Xiao!”
A delicate moan came from the bed. Immediately, a beautiful body slowly walked down from the bed and pulled the dazed Chen Xiao out of the side door.
The young man's eyes flashed as he hurriedly left the palace.
The young man walked straight to the main hall in the center of the Northern King's Mansion. While he was still outside the hall, he heard music and his father's hearty laughter coming from inside.
There were rows of guards standing outside the hall. When these guards saw the young man, they immediately knelt down on one knee. The young man rushed past them and entered the hall.
There were two tables in the hall, and two cultivators in Daoist robes were sitting behind them. Although they were both wearing Daoist robes, their colors were different, one black and one white.
The black-robed cultivator had his eyes closed the entire time, turning a deaf ear to the music.
The other white-robed cultivator smiled at the singer Wu Xiu.
A handsome middle-aged man was sitting in the hall. He was handsome but not lacking in dignity. He looked like he was in a superior position.
After the young man entered the hall, the middle-aged man above the hall laughed and said,"Why are you here instead of having fun in your bedroom?”
The young man first bowed respectfully to the two cultivators. Then, he looked at the middle-aged man and said,"Father, look at this!" With that, he flipped his right hand and placed the ancient dragon carving on the floor of the hall.
At this moment, the white-robed cultivator who was looking at the singer suddenly focused his gaze on the wood carving. The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he waved his right hand. The singers immediately scattered.
The white-robed cultivator suddenly stood up and took a step toward the wood carving. After taking a closer look, he sucked in a breath of cold air and said," This is..." He had a guess in his heart, but he did not dare to confirm it.
"This is a wood carving!" The black-robed cultivator who had his eyes closed opened them and revealed a strange light.
The white-robed cultivator in front of the wood carving was startled and smiled bitterly."Senior brother, of course I know that this is a wood carving.”
The black-robed cultivator called Senior Brother pondered for a while and slowly said,"I haven't seen him before."
The white-robed cultivator immediately smiled bitterly. He was already used to this senior brother's strangeness.
The middle-aged man sitting at the head of the table stared at the wood carving and smiled."Elders, is there anything special about this item?”
The white-robed cultivator in front of the wood carving grabbed it and an ancient aura rushed toward him. This aura was so powerful that it caused his mind to tremble. He was in the mid stage of Dujie, but he felt like his Nascent Soul Dao foundation was about to collapse. He quickly let go in shock.
His senior brother, the black-robed cultivator, waved his sleeve and the wood carving flew into his hand. The cultivator's face immediately turned pale and his soul almost became unstable. After a long time, he gradually controlled the fluctuations of his dao foundation.
The higher one's cultivation level was, the more one would be able to feel the effects of Han Feng's Divine Inscriptions. On the other hand, if it was a mortal, the effect wouldn't be too great.
"This is no ordinary wood carving. The beast carved on it is almost identical to the ancient true dragon recorded in our sect's ancient records!”the black-robed cultivator said slowly.
"Senior brother, didn't you say you've never seen it before? Why was it an ancient True Dragon now?”The white-robed cultivator said with a strange expression.
The black-robed cultivator looked at his junior brother in surprise. His eyes were filled with disbelief as he said, Junior Brother, I finally know why you haven't broken through…"
The white-robed cultivator's face twitched, but he didn't say anything.
"I've never seen the beast carved on this wood carving before, but I didn't say I didn't recognize it.”The black-robed cultivator sighed.
The white-robed cultivator's Dao-heart nearly became unstable, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. After a long time, he smiled wryly. He was completely convinced by this senior brother of his.
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