The night was dark and the wind was high, and the dark clouds covered the moon.
Han Feng was lying on the bed in the shop's attic, flirting with Yu Qing and her beautiful girls. Beside him was a wine pot. When he was tired, he would occasionally pick it up and take a sip. Over the past year, Han Feng could clearly feel that his mentality was slowly getting rid of his cultivation life and becoming like a mortal.
For example, now, he rarely meditated. This was something that was impossible in the past. After thousands of years of secluded cultivation in the book world and that strange and extraordinary journey through time and space, he almost constantly circulated the magic power in his body and used all his time to increase his cultivation, afraid that he would be discovered by the powerful existences! Life was full of schemes and infighting. The strong preyed on the weak, and the slightest carelessness could lead to death.
He had never been so peaceful and peaceful before. Even though he was in the same room as his wife late at night, he was not on guard. His spirit power covered a hundred miles around the shop.
This kind of life, although exciting and passionate, had a trace of regret and a trace of peace. It was incomplete.
But now, Han Feng's life did not have any fights. Although it was dull, it was like a stream that cleansed his soul. There was no fear of the unknown.
At first, Han Feng was unfamiliar with this feeling. However, as time passed, his mentality gradually accepted the current situation and he lived the life of a mortal.
After taking a sip of the wine, Han Feng suddenly frowned.
At this moment, five cultivators arrived outside his shop. They floated over like wandering souls. One of them waved his right hand and the door to Han Feng's shop opened without a sound.
The five of them quickly entered the shop. Soon after, the door of the shop was closed by a gust of wind.
Inside the shop, the eyes of the five people lit up as they stared at the wood carvings around them. Their eyes were filled with shock, but this shock immediately disappeared and was replaced by endless greed.
"There are actually so many magic treasures!" One of the cultivators sucked in a breath of cold air and picked up a statue beside him. When he focused his gaze on it, his body suddenly trembled and he almost dropped the wooden statue.
The greed in his eyes became even stronger. He waved his sleeve and the wood carvings on the shelves fell into his bag of holding.
The other cultivator squatted down and rummaged through the wooden box. Then, he suddenly cried out in surprise. He held a half-finished animal carving in his hand. His face suddenly turned red and he coughed out a large mouthful of blood.
He quickly threw away the wood carving in his hand and retreated a few steps as if the wood carving was an ancient beast.
In fact, it was no wonder that he couldn't bear it. This half-finished wood carving was carved with the ancient demonic beast Taotie. Although it was half-finished, the spiritual power contained in this wood carving was equivalent to the peak of the Half-Saint Realm. As a 3rd tribulation loose immortal, it was impossible for him to bear it.
Fortunately, he released his grip quickly and the spiritual might in the wood carving had not been activated. Otherwise, this person would not have just spat out blood. If he was any later, his soul would definitely be destroyed.
The moment the wood carving landed on the ground, it was suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand and landed in the hand of Han Feng, who walked out of the back room. Han Feng casually put the statue aside and took a sip of the wine jug in his right hand. He said,"A total of one million immortal stones.”
The moment Han Feng appeared, the five of them stopped moving and stared at him in shock.
Especially the cultivator who was injured by the spiritual power in the wood carving. His face was pale and his forehead was covered in sweat.
In the eyes of the five of them, Han Feng, Han Chentian, and Shangguan Yuqing's appearance was too strange. Before they entered the shop, they had used their divine senses to scan the area. However, these three were just mortals.
But now, this mortal in their eyes had actually appeared without them noticing. This was like a bolt from the blue, shocking the five of them.
With the addition of the wood carving treasure in the shop, no matter how stupid the five people were, they suddenly understood that the person in front of them was definitely a senior and not someone they could offend.
The five of them looked at each other and quickly said respectfully in a low voice,"Greetings, senior. Junior is a disciple of the Blackheaven Sect. I hope senior can forgive me for offending you today.”
"Do you have a million Immortal Stones?" Han Feng said calmly.
The five of them looked at each other in dismay. As self-cultivators, they still had some spirit stones, but they didn't have that many immortal stones. Of course, if they went back to prepare, they could even take out four million immortal stones, let alone one million.
Han Feng saw what the five of them were thinking and sighed. He waved his right hand and the bags of holding on their waists flew out. He casually swiped them and the cultivator's face turned red. He took a few steps back and swallowed a mouthful of blood.
The respect in his eyes became even stronger. Han Feng's touch had already removed his divine sense.
With a slight shake, all the wood carvings flew out and landed in their original positions on the surrounding shelves. There was no mistake at all, as if they had never been moved.
"Go back. The next time you come, bring enough immortal stones.”As Han Feng spoke, he casually waved his right hand and the bag of holding was sent to the cultivator. Then the five people were pushed toward the door.
The moment they crashed into the door, the door suddenly opened. After the five of them were swept out, the door closed.
This sweep covered a million kilometers. After the five cultivators finally stopped, their eyes were filled with unimaginable shock and fear. In their eyes, the three young men and women in the shop had unfathomable cultivation levels.
The two of them were silent for a while. They both felt lucky. They looked at each other and then left in a hurry. They were the two priests of the Northern Battlefront King's mansion, the black and white cultivators.
They could tell that the wood carving was extraordinary, and after asking, they found Chen Xiao, who was having a good time. Only then did they rush here overnight. However, after experiencing the scene just now, the two of them were already scared out of their wits and did not dare to have any thoughts about that shop.
The two of them didn't know that Han Feng's divine sense had been left on them. If they had any thoughts that were not beneficial to Han Feng, they would be instantly killed by the divine sense.
Actually, if these two knew Han Feng, they would feel that they were quite lucky. If they were in the hands of other powerful existences, then the two of them would only end up dead.
Han Feng sat in the shop and drank a mouthful of wine. He sighed and muttered to himself," I haven't killed anyone since I started cultivating in this world of the West…" He shook his head, turned around, and returned to the attic at the back of the store. He lay down on the bed and slept with Yu Qing and Mei Mei. Han Chentian also returned to the back room to meditate.
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, another two years had passed. This was already Han Feng's third year in the Great Desolate City.
The boy grew taller and taller, and his body became stronger. There were a few more neighbors around him. The owner of the Bai family's cloth shop also died of illness, and the shop was sold to others.
Little Ang's parents 'faces gradually had some slight wrinkles. Although they were still young, they could not withstand the washing of time.
What was worth mentioning was that in the past two years, many neighbors had come to propose marriage. Every time, Han Feng would politely decline.
The third son of the Chen Family had also married a wife and even gave birth to a chubby child. When Chen Xiao returned, she came to Han Feng respectfully and gave him a thousand taels of pure gold, saying that it was a gift from the Crown Prince.
In reality, in the past two years, before the New Year, Chen Xiao would bring a large amount of pure gold over. Regarding this, Han Feng did not reject it and accepted it directly.
Spring passed and autumn came. The sun and moon alternated. In these two years, Han Feng had seen birth, aging, illness, and death. He felt rather emotional.
In the past two years, he had only meditated a few times. He didn't even care about his cultivation. It had been a long time since he had checked his inner body. As for the red mist around his body, there was only a thin layer left. It had condensed into several blood-red beads and was put into the world space in his Sea of Consciousness.
According to his analysis, when the ninth red pearl was formed, the red fog would completely dissipate.
During the past two years, the five cultivators had come once and handed over a large number of Immortal stones. They then took away three wood carvings with unusual respect.
In the past two years, Han Feng's shop had gradually become famous in the entire west of the city. Although there weren't many customers, it was still much better than when he didn't open for a year.
However, most of the people who came to Han Feng's shop were not mortals, but cultivators. Basically, six out of ten people were cultivators.
Every cultivator who came here would use mortal gold and silver to buy wood carvings. In the past two years, Han Feng had sold a lot of wood carvings, and he had accumulated a large amount of gold and silver items.
The story of a strange person in the Great Desolate City gradually gained some fame in the cultivation world.
Han Feng's mentality remained calm. What he sought was the mentality of a mortal. He wanted to experience the life of a mortal and feel the reincarnation of the Great Dao. The shop was just a tool for him to comprehend the laws of the Great Dao. The wood carving was the same.
At this moment, it was almost the end of the year, and the Great Desolate City was filled with joy. Han Feng walked out of the shop and sat at the door. He looked at the pedestrians outside and his eyes revealed a deep reminiscence.
This was the third New Year that Han Feng, Han Chentian, and Shangguan Yuqing had spent together in the Great Desolate City. Each time, the feeling was different, but there was one thing that was unique, and that was the feeling of childhood.
Yang Ziang ran out of the ironware shop opposite the shop. He was playing with fireworks in his hands. Han Feng was happy to see Yang Ziang. He had watched him grow up in the past three years. He had grown from an eleven or twelve year old to a fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenager.
Last year, Yang Ziang couldn't stand his father's nagging and started to learn how to make Spirit Crossing Iron Tools. However, when he had free time, he would still go to Han Feng's place to watch him make wood carvings.
Although Yang Ziang didn't come often, he still had a pot of fruit wine every day.
With the fireworks, Yang Ziang shouted and ran to Han Feng. He sat down on the cold wooden bench next to him. He didn't feel cold at all. Instead, he winked and said,"Uncle Han, I heard from my father a few days ago that Shopkeeper Zhao from the East wants to betroth his daughter to you. Why didn't you agree? I've seen his daughter secretly.”
Han Feng smiled and patted Yang Ziang's head."Uncle has a wife." If you want another wife, your Auntie Shangguan, this tigress, will definitely cause a ruckus.
Yang Ziang stood up in shock. Was Auntie Shangguan that fierce? She usually looked very kind! Han Feng's eyes revealed a trace of tenderness as the figures of two women appeared in his mind. One was Shangguan Yuqing, and the other was the goddess Cheng Wan 'er whom he had a crush on in his previous life.
"I know, Uncle Han. You must have come to the Great Desolate City to do business and prepare to make a lot of money to become a big landlord.”Yang Ziang grinned.
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