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Han Feng's lips curled into a cold, sinister smile, his eyes gleaming with fervent light. A near-mad sense of joy surged within him, almost overwhelming in its intensity.
"Ha ha ha! This time, I, Han Feng, shall become an invincible existence!"
His laughter echoed with unrestrained excitement, as though he could already see himself standing at the pinnacle of the world, looking down upon all living beings.
In his mind, a majestic image unfolded—Han Feng, draped in a resplendent robe, wielding dual Heavenly Flames, standing atop the heavens. His aura was imposing and divine, as if he were a supreme deity.
At the mere mention of his name, all under the sky would tremble, and none would dare defy him.
"The Black-Corner Region? Hmph! This is only the beginning. My ambitions extend far beyond this!"
His voice thundered like rolling storm clouds, brimming with unshakable confidence and boundless ambition.
He gazed forward, his eyes alight with insatiable desire and relentless determination.
White Canglong stepped forward respectfully, a fawning smile on his face. Bowing slightly, he asked, "Lord Han Feng, does this information meet your satisfaction?"
Hearing this, Han Feng erupted into hearty laughter, his voice carrying a sense of triumph and exuberance. He patted White Canglong's shoulder without hesitation, his tone full of praise. "Satisfied? Hah! This is more than satisfactory—I truly must thank you!"
His grin betrayed genuine appreciation, as though his admiration for White Canglong knew no bounds.
Seeing Han Feng's gratitude, White Canglong swelled with pride. Greed gleamed in his eyes, and in his heart, he had already resolved to request a handsome reward in the form of rare pills.
As a sixth-tier alchemist, Han Feng's pills were treasures that couldn't be purchased with mere money. White Canglong eagerly anticipated his share.
"Lord Han Feng, surely this intelligence deserves a reward of some top-tier pills?"
His voice carried a probing undertone, his eyes glittering with avarice and anticipation.
Han Feng reclined casually in his chair in the underground chamber, his luxurious robe flowing loosely around him. His gaze was profound, and he smiled faintly, his voice calm yet commanding. "This information is worth far more than a single pill. Even ten, a hundred pills would be well-earned."
Upon hearing this, White Canglong and the elders of the White Clan were instantly overjoyed, their faces glowing with excitement.
Overcome with elation, White Canglong's eyes sparkled as he fervently expressed his gratitude. "Lord Han Feng, your generosity knows no bounds! Our White Clan is forever indebted to you!"
The surrounding elders echoed his sentiments, their expressions brimming with sycophantic admiration.
"The Heavenly Flame belongs only to Lord Han Feng!"
One elder, trembling with enthusiasm, declared, "Lord Han Feng's unparalleled brilliance is renowned far and wide. Meeting you today, I see that your reputation is well-deserved!"
The elders bowed deeply to Han Feng, their words laden with reverence and flattery.
"Lord Han Feng's wisdom and strength are unmatched. Truly, you are the ruler of the Black-Corner Region."
"Only Lord Han Feng has the right to claim the Heavenly Flame. None other could dare dream of such a thing!"
"When the Heavenly Flame is yours, Lord Han Feng, your fame will spread across the land. You are destined to become a living legend!"
Their obsequious words spilled out endlessly, each one striving to outdo the last in praising Han Feng's greatness.
Han Feng, however, merely offered a faint, cold smile. His eyes glimmered with a trace of indifference, as though such adulation had long since lost its novelty.
He nodded slightly in acknowledgment but refrained from excessive reaction, maintaining an air of detached composure.
Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and a glint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, his voice grew serious as he asked, "With the Heavenly Flame now revealed, has the Jia Nan Academy made any moves?"
White Canglong stood upright before him, head slightly bowed, and replied respectfully, "My lord, as far as I know, Jia Nan Academy seems to have taken no major action. Strangely, their Grand Elder, Su Qian, and the other high-ranking members have agreed to hand over the Heavenly Flame to an unknown junior. Their intentions are unclear."
Hearing this, a flicker of hesitation appeared in Han Feng's eyes, a trace of doubt shadowing his gaze.
But what dominated his heart was exhilaration.
Within Jia Nan Academy, aside from the recently promoted Douzong-level Grand Elder Su Qian, the mysterious head of the Inner Academy had remained secluded for years.
This filled him with immense excitement.
After all, this was the perfect opportunity to seize the Heavenly Flame!
Sensing Han Feng's enthusiasm, White Canglong seized the moment to press further. "Elder Han Feng, when might we expect our reward?"
Greed gleamed in White Canglong's eyes, and the elders of the White Clan looked equally eager, their gazes fixed on Han Feng in anticipation.
Han Feng's smile widened slightly, though a glint of cold detachment flickered in his eyes. "Of course. I can give you your reward at any time."
His tone shifted, icy and deliberate. "However, there's one condition."
White Canglong and the others tensed, their hearts sinking as they asked in unison, "What condition?"
Han Feng chuckled softly, his voice light but carrying a chilling edge. "The condition is that you all must die. Only the dead can keep secrets."
His words were laced with an eerie finality, sending a shiver down their spines.
Shock and fear spread among White Canglong and the elders. They exchanged horrified glances, the reality of Han Feng's intentions dawning upon them.
But before they could react, Han Feng made his move. With a casual wave of his hand, powerful Dou Qi surged forth, slashing through the air like a razor-sharp blade.
White Canglong and the others scrambled to escape, activating their movement techniques in desperation. Yet under the crushing pressure of Han Feng's Dou Qi, they found themselves immobilized, as though bound by an invisible force.
The next moment, a cruel smile flickered across Han Feng's face. Without mercy, he unleashed relentless waves of Dou Qi that tore through them like a ferocious storm. White Canglong and his companions fell one after another, slain in an instant.
As the bodies hit the ground, Han Feng's lips curled into a ruthless grin. He glanced down at the corpses with disdain, his voice dripping with malice. "You wanted pills, didn't you? Don't worry. When the time comes, I'll make sure to use my finest pills as offerings to honor you."
His voice was cold and merciless, like a harbinger of death.
Han Feng's expression remained impassive yet resolute. He gestured to his subordinates, who immediately stepped forward.
"Dispose of these bodies. Leave no traces behind."
His tone was calm but commanding. "And remember, no one can ever know about this."
At his signal, his men swiftly set to work, cleaning the carnage in the underground chamber with practiced efficiency. The corpses were removed entirely, leaving no evidence of the slaughter that had just taken place.
Once the area was pristine, Han Feng issued another order, his voice steady yet brimming with anticipation. "Also, summon the Golden and Silver Elders at once. Tell them I have important matters to discuss."
Although his tone was calm, his eyes sparkled with unrestrained excitement.
(End of Chapter)