"Senior Brother Zhang, you're too kind. If it weren't for your help back then, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Han Feng knew that Zhang Wei didn't have many thoughts; he was just complaining.

"Don't try to comfort me. Even without me, you would still rise to power. On the contrary, I'm the one who benefited from you. From now on, I'll accept your things and call you 'Ancestor.' So don't be so polite with me."

Zhang Wei is a person who knows how to behave appropriately.

He cannot take Han Feng's politeness as a license to be arrogant.

"Alright then, if you encounter any difficulties later, you can tell me."

Just as Han Feng was about to leave, he ran into Zhang Bitian.

"Thank you for your gift, Ancestor."

Zhang Bitian has been stuck in the late stage of Foundation Establishment for some time now.

Han Feng gave him the pills to help him break through, so he was naturally very grateful.

"Break through to the Core Formation stage as soon as possible; the entire Alchemy Hall still needs you." Han Feng patted him on the shoulder.

"I will certainly live up to the ancestor's expectations." Zhang Bitian was filled with excitement.

He had completely lost interest in taking Han Feng as a disciple, and was even secretly relieved.

Fortunately, he didn't take Han Feng as his disciple, otherwise it would have been really awkward.

After all, one was a master with Foundation Establishment cultivation, while the other was a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

Han Feng headed towards Situ Changkong's cave, intending to cultivate properly.

A storm is brewing, and he needs to prepare himself properly.

He had just entered the cave when an enticing fragrance wafted towards him.

Her wrists were as white as snow, her legs were long and slender, her figure was exquisite, and her skin was smooth and fair.

"Feng'er, you're finally back. Your master's wife has invited your senior sister over. If you're still not satisfied, your master's wife will call her true form over to keep you company." Hu Meiyu was dressed rather "revealingly".

"Junior brother, I didn't expect you to still care about me. Now you can rest assured. You are the ancestor, and I will only serve you and will not drain you dry."

Hu Yingying's eyes were full of affection, and she exuded a captivating charm.

"Master's wife and senior sister, don't go too far. I imprisoned you here, not to cause trouble." Han Feng was speechless.

"So, junior brother likes the prisoner type. Why didn't you say so earlier? Senior sister is also good at this type." Hu Yingying looked enlightened.

Han Feng was almost driven mad by those outrageous words.

Left with no other option, he negotiated with the two of them again before finally getting them to talk properly.

He learned from Hu Meiyu that today's actions had become known to all the other sects in Tiannan.

Originally, these sects in Tiannan wanted to divide up the entire Yellow Maple Valley, but they were also wary of each other.

Furthermore, everyone was afraid of Situ Changkong's strength, so a compromise was reached.

The plan is to wait for Situ Changkong to die or pass away, and then divide up the entire Yellow Maple Valley together.

Even if the resources of a medium-sized sect are divided among many others, one can still obtain a considerable amount.

But now Han Feng has dealt with all the spies in Huangfeng Valley in one fell swoop.

This caused the sects in Tiannan to change their minds again.

They likely joined forces and wiped out Yellow Maple Valley.

“I know you are very strong, probably not much weaker than Situ Changkong, but I think you can’t withstand it.”

Hu Meiyu, with her snow-white jade feet, approached Han Feng.

"Why do you say that?" Han Feng asked, frowning.

"That's very simple. Even when Situ Changkong was at his most powerful, he didn't attract the siege of other sects in Tiannan, which allowed him to do whatever he wanted."

“You’re different. You’ve attracted a joint attack from other sects. They definitely won’t let you go easily.”

"I just received the latest news from the Hehuan Sect: more than a dozen Grand Elders at the late Nascent Soul stage have joined forces to annihilate Huangfeng Valley."

"No matter how strong Situ Changkong is, he would have a hard time holding out against more than a dozen late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, let alone you."

Hu Meiyu rested her fair wrist on Han Feng's shoulder, her whole body clinging to him.

"I think the current situation is a dead end. Feng'er, no matter how much you struggle, it will be in vain. You might as well enjoy yourself while you can."

“That’s right, junior brother. They have at least a month to prepare to attack Huangfeng Valley. They might as well enjoy themselves while they can.”

Hu Yingying also came to Han Feng's other side and hung her whole body on him.

Faced with two alluring "enchantresses," Han Feng was practically spitting blood.

He felt he had made a mistake; he shouldn't have kept the two fairies by his side.

Han Feng lingered with his master's wife and senior sister for a while before resuming his meditation practice.

He is now the patriarch of Yellow Maple Valley and can use everything in the sect.

The sect has a total of five million low-grade spirit stones, which is far more than personal wealth.

After all, Huangfeng Valley is a medium-sized sect with tens of thousands of disciples.

Tens of thousands of disciples each have their own duties, and the amount of spirit stones they produce every day is quite terrifying.

Furthermore, Huangfeng Valley possesses over a dozen high-quality spiritual veins, producing a considerable amount of spirit stones daily.

This is why Situ Changkong doesn't cultivate in remote mountains and forests, but instead occupies a sect to cultivate.

No matter how small or big, a person's cultivation must be done personally.

If you have your own sect, you can have the sect handle many things for you.

With a continuous supply of spirit stones, there's no worry about cultivation resources.

Han Feng is preparing to take a life simulation to see if he can face the upcoming crisis.

[Consuming one million low-grade spirit stones, a new life simulation begins.]

A month later, the Star Moon Sect and other sects organized a dozen or so Nascent Soul stage cultivators to launch an attack.

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