This difference was in the Heartless Great Dao concept. Han Feng could only imitate it according to his own comprehension of the Great Dao universe law concept. Although he could still carve it in the end, there was still a gap compared to the true Heartless Great Dao concept of the middle-aged scholar.
Han Feng looked at the broken carving knife in his hand. After a moment of silence, he waved his right hand and the half of the knife flew out and landed on the wooden shelf at the side. Then, he picked up another piece of wood and used his finger as a knife to continue carving…
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, another ten years had passed!
In the past ten years, Han Feng, Shangguan Yuqing, and Han Chentian had aged. Their hair was mixed with white hair, and their straight bodies were slightly hunched. They looked like they were about to enter their twilight years.
The number of wood carvings in his shop decreased. In the past ten years, Han Feng had only made one completed wood carving, and that was the old woman from the Primordial Chaos Sacred Sect.
In reality, he had already completed the old woman's wood carving nine years ago. Although it was the same as the middle-aged scholar's wood carving, there was still a gap and it could not reach perfection, Han Feng knew that this was because he had not reached the high-level Primordial Chaos Saint.
The reason why Han Feng did not make any more wood carvings in the next nine years was because of that green-robed old man!
No matter what, he could not carve the old man's comprehension of the Time Reincarnation Intent Domain on the wood carving. Nine years, nine whole years, Han Feng still did not succeed.
Although he had carved countless wood carvings of the old man, none of them contained the intent of the Great Dao. In the end, they were all turned to dust by him.
On this day, Han Feng looked at the green-robed old man's wood carving in his hand and sighed. He wiped his right hand across it and the wood carving immediately dissipated into ashes. After pondering for a while, he stood up and slowly opened the door of the shop.
The warm sunlight fell on him. Han Feng was holding a wooden chair while Shangguan Yuqing was leaning on his shoulder. She sat at the door and quietly looked at the passersby around her. The blacksmith shop on Azure Dragon Street in the Great Desolate City opposite him had expanded several times over the past nine years. Han Chentian also sat in the back of the shop.
Not long after, a four-year-old child poked his head out from the ironware shop. When he saw Han Feng, he immediately smiled and ran to Han Feng's side. He was holding a wine pot in his hand. After handing it to Han Feng, he said in a childish voice,"Grandpa Han, this is the wine I stole for you. Where's the sugar?”
Han Feng revealed a wide smile and patted the child's head. He flipped his right hand, and a pill the size of a fingernail appeared. He tossed it to the child and took a sip from the wine jug.
The child quickly swallowed it and revealed a satisfied expression. He propped his chin with his two small hands and asked curiously,"Grandpa Han, is this wine good? I see you drink it every day."
Han Feng faintly smiled. At this moment, a burly man walked out from the blacksmith shop. This burly man's appearance could still be vaguely seen from the vigorous youth from back then. When he saw Han Feng, his eyes revealed a sentimental look. He walked up and said with concern,"Uncle Han, you can't drink anymore today!”
"Alright, I'll just have a sip. I won't drink it today!" Han Feng chuckled and said. Ziang, how is your old man?”
Yang Ziang's face darkened and he said,""It's an old problem. I'm fine."
Han Feng sighed. He could not interfere with the reincarnation of mortals. Birth, aging, illness, and death were part of the reincarnation of the Great Dao. Six years ago, Han Feng married the daughter of Shopkeeper Sun of the tailor shop. That child was his.
"Grandpa Han, you haven't told me whether this wine is good or not.”The child grabbed Han Feng's arm and asked.
Yang Ziang looked at Han Feng and sighed." What your Grandpa Han drinks isn't wine, it's life…"
Han Feng looked back at Yang Ziang with admiration in his eyes. He patted Yang Ziang's arm and said,"Ziang, take the child back. I'll go to the street.”
Yang Ziang snatched the wine jug from Han Feng and placed it in the wood carving shop. Then, he closed the door and said, Uncle Han said," You just promised me that you won't drink today!”
Han Feng smiled and walked towards the street. Shangguan Yuqing supported Han Feng. The two of them staggered back, their backs filled with twilight.
Yang Ziang sighed and took the child's hand back to the ironware shop. The child pursed his lips and said happily to Yang Ziang,"Dad, the candies Grandpa Han gave me are delicious. Every time I eat them, I feel warm all over…."
Han Feng walked along this old street that he had lived in for more than ten years. He saw the shopkeepers of various shops coming out of their shops one after another. They had received news from some unknown source and ran to Han Feng with the face of a city god, begging him in a low voice.
"Shopkeeper Han, you see, this business is not good. Next month, next month, I will definitely pay the rent!”This was Manager Li, who had moved into the grocery store three years ago.
"That's right, Old Master Han. Business is really bad now. Why don't you take a few days off?”This was Shopkeeper Qian from the inn, the fatty.
Similar voices rang out one after another. Han Feng smiled bitterly as he swept his gaze around. He did not know what was going on, but after living here for more than ten years, almost all the families on Azure Dragon Street owed him money.
Most of the shops on Azure Dragon Street in Great Desolate City had become his property. Every time a declining shop needed money, they would find Han Feng and give him the shop.
As for Han Feng's own shop, it was sold to him two years ago. Of course, the price was ridiculously high.
Now, whenever Han Feng and Shangguan Yuqing went out, the shopkeepers would immediately follow them and talk to them nicely. In reality, this was related to Han Feng rarely going out. Sometimes, he would not even appear once for several months. Therefore, when he appeared, it made the shopkeepers nervous, afraid that he was here to ask for rent.
Actually, the rent was not very expensive. Those who had stayed here for a long time knew that Han Feng had a good temper. Hence, they had the idea of delaying the rent. As time passed, almost no one paid the rent. Slowly, this became a habit.
After all, very few mortals would feel that something like silver was a hot potato. The more, the better.
Han Feng did not care much about this phenomenon. He just let nature take its course and treated it as a part of comprehending the concept of the Great Dao.
Things had changed in the past nine years. There were not many old faces on Azure Dragon Street anymore. This made Han Feng sigh. He waved his hand and said to the shopkeepers beside him,"We won't be collecting rent today.”
The shopkeepers heaved a sigh of relief and retreated.
With his hands behind his back, Han Feng walked down the street. Not long after, he arrived at the end of the street. However, at this moment, a tall horse with a beard suddenly galloped over. A middle-aged man sat on the horse. His expression was quite ugly, and there was even blood at the corner of his mouth.
As soon as he rode past the street, he saw Han Feng. He pulled the reins with his right hand and the horse neighed. The middle-aged man jumped off the horse and arrived beside Han Feng. Before he could say anything, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
There were pieces of internal organs in the blood. This person's face was pale and his body trembled as he knelt on the ground and said anxiously,"Mr. Han, please save me!"
Han Feng's expression remained the same as he looked at this person indifferently. This person was Chen Xiao, who would offer a large amount of gold and silver items during almost every festival for the past decade!
"If there's anything, tell me slowly.”Han Feng said.
"Mr. Han, the heir of the Northern Battlefront King is in danger!”As Chen Xiao spoke in a hurry, Han Feng gradually understood the whole story. The Crown Prince had somehow provoked a powerful enemy. That person was a cultivator with remarkable cultivation. As soon as this cultivator appeared, the self-cultivators around the Northern Battlefront King's Crown Prince knew that they were no match for him and left without participating.
Now, the son of the Northern King was hiding in the mansion of the Great Wilderness City Lord. The cultivator seemed to have some scruples and it was not convenient for him to enter the mansion, so he vented his anger on the son's entourage.
Chen Xiao was quite clever. He immediately left when he saw that things were not looking good. However, he was also heavily injured by the cultivator's hand. In his panic, the only thing he thought of was Han Feng!
As he spoke, a young cultivator wearing a red Daoist robe suddenly walked in from outside the street. This person had a domineering expression as he walked towards Chen Xiao step by step.
When Chen Xiao saw this cultivator, her body trembled and she coughed out another mouthful of blood. She looked at Han Feng in despair and said," Save me…" After Mr. Han finished speaking, his head tilted and he fainted.
The cultivator sneered and looked at Han Feng. He waved his right hand and a black aura that was invisible to mortals spread out from his hand. It turned into a huge skull in the air and ruthlessly swallowed Chen Xiao. This cultivator was vicious and even wrapped Han Feng up.
In his eyes, although Han Feng was just a mortal, Chen Xiao had come to find him while fleeing for her life. Their relationship must not be shallow, so he might as well kill them all.
As for the trouble of killing mortals, his master and the sect would take care of it. He had a cruel expression on his face.
Han Feng frowned. If this cultivator was only looking for trouble with Chen Xiao, he might not have gotten involved. Although Chen Xiao had been respectful to him for more than ten years, Han Feng would not have gotten involved for such matters.
But now, this little 5th tribulation Bodiless Celestial had even schemed against him. Han Feng's expression was calm and his eyes were calm. He waved his right hand casually as if he was chasing away a mosquito.
Instantly, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying, the skull let out a shriek. It did not dare to swallow it and hurriedly retreated.
However, it was still a step too late. As Han Feng waved his right hand, a vast mana transformed into a ghost and swallowed the skull with a sinister smile. It smacked its lips and glared fiercely at the shocked Little Daoist before its body slowly dissipated.
The Little Daoist's face became abnormally red. The moment the skull was swallowed, his mind was already damaged. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fled in panic without a word.
Han Feng coldly stared at the back of this person, but he didn't kill him. His current Transcendent Mortal was already in the final stages. He really didn't want to ruin his mental state for so many years because of such a small matter.
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