"You too." Patriarch Mo replied indifferently.
Mo Jing laughed loudly, "Don't worry, Dad, I'm still strong and healthy! You don't have to worry."
Patriarch Mo frowned slightly, gave him a serious look, and said in a chilling tone, "You mean... I'm old?"
Mo Jing quickly waved his hands: "No, no, Dad, you are still strong and healthy!"
Describing him as "old but vigorous"? Isn't that just saying you're old?
The head of the Mo family was really impressed by him and sighed helplessly.
The key point is that Mo Jing was still cheerful. He raised his hand and put his arm around his father's shoulders in a domineering manner. Like a fool, he forcibly pulled the head of the Mo family to "shake" on the spot.
The veins on the head of the Mo family's forehead were faintly bulging.
…
White Tiger Kingdom, Imperial Palace.
Inside the hall, although the lights flickered, it was extremely bright.
The two sat opposite each other.
Feng Xinglan, dressed in white, had clear and cold eyes. He held a white piece in his hand, then leaned over slightly and placed the white piece on the chessboard.
Click.
Feng Heng, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, smiled gently and mocked, "Lan'er, your chess skills are still as bad as ever."
Feng Xinglan raised his eyes and said, "Father, your chess skills are superb."
"How come you have emotional intelligence?" Feng Heng was a little surprised.
Feng Xinglan: “…”
Feng Heng continued with a smile, "It seems that over the years, under the influence of your friends, your emotional intelligence has greatly improved. Your father is very pleased. But I have to admit, you still have no talent for chess. You are terrible. You used to know nothing about the ways of the world, and you practiced swordsmanship every day. If you hadn't inherited the beauty of your father and your mother, as well as your status as the crown prince of the White Tiger Kingdom, I'm afraid others would have regarded you as a fool..."
"Father."
Feng Xinglan interrupted him. He had just returned to the palace and was belittled by his father in a calm tone. He sighed helplessly and said, "This son knows a lot now."
Feng Heng raised his eyebrows, "Will it make money?"
Feng Xinglan choked: "..." Why is it so heartbreaking.
Feng Heng straightened his expression. He picked up the black piece and placed it on the chessboard. After finishing the game, he looked up at Feng Xinglan seriously and said, "Alright, Lan'er, you don't have to know a lot, but you must know it well. You have a talent for swordsmanship, so focus on it. I believe that one day you will be able to protect the world with swordsmanship."
"Okay." Feng Xinglan smiled slowly.
Feng Heng curled his lips in satisfaction, "What is your current level of cultivation?"
"God."
Feng Heng was stunned. He looked at his own son with a complicated and changing expression. He had never doubted that Lan'er could speak.
He murmured, "God..."
Feng Xinglan saw this and said with a smile, "I hope Father won't tell anyone."
Hearing this, Feng Heng couldn't help but laugh. He slowly shook his head and said, "Even if I tell others, no one will believe me. Even though the Fengyun team is a legendary figure among the people of Dongzhou, the word 'god' is beyond their imagination. If you hadn't said it yourself, father would never have believed that gods exist in this world."
"They are gods too, right?"
'They' refers to the other members of the Fengyun team.
Feng Xinglan nodded slightly.
Feng Heng locked his eyes with Feng Xinglan and asked, "You were able to become a god, surely that girl Yun Zheng had some help with you?"
"Father guessed right." Feng Xinglan nodded in agreement. If it weren't for the precious blood that Zheng Zheng gave them when they were promoted to pseudo-gods in the Qiongtian Continent, as well as the blessing of the gods, their innate bloodlines wouldn't have improved so quickly.
Feng Heng said with emotion: "Miss Yun Zheng is really good to you guys."
Feng Xinglan smiled, "She treats us very well."
"Father, please give me your hand first."
"What's wrong?"
Although Feng Heng was confused, he still raised his hand.
Feng Xinglan held Feng Heng's hand, and invisibly, three divine powers entered Feng Heng's body.
Feng Xinglan let go, looked up at Feng Heng, and said respectfully, "Your son hopes you will always be safe."
"Okay." Feng Heng laughed. He could feel Lan'er injecting some power into his body, which was very warm.
"Father, this is for you."
"Where are you from?"
“I saved it.”
"Aren't you very poor?"
Feng Xinglan pursed his lips and said, "Now... we are not so poor anymore."
…
Alchemy family, Yan's residence.
In a dark alchemy room, a gentle man in a purple brocade robe stood in front of the alchemy furnace. He raised his hand, and a ball of purple flame leaped from his fingertips to the bottom of the alchemy furnace, and then burned fiercely.
Crackling sound.
Behind him, a well-dressed middle-aged couple, a dozen young disciples, and eight or nine old men were staring at the cauldron.
Yan Chen gently introduced: "This is the method for refining the Xuanyang Rongling Huidan. These spiritual herbs and medicines must be added according to the steps. Not a moment less, nor a moment more."
Having said that, he picked up three red star flowers from the table beside him and put them into the cauldron.
Not long after it was put down, the fragrance of elixir came from the cauldron.
When the people in the dark room smelled the fragrance, their expressions became slightly excited.
Without opening the furnace, they knew that the Xuanyang Rongling Huidan that was about to be refined in the furnace was a super-quality product!
One of the Grand Elders said excitedly, "Chen'er, you are truly amazing. Our Yan family actually produced a genius like you! This is truly a blessing for our Yan family!"
"Thank you for your kind words, ancestor." Yan Chen nodded lightly without getting upset.
At this time, a young disciple stared at Yan Chen with starry eyes, his eyes were clear and bright, and he stammered nervously: "Yan... Senior Brother Yan, can you... can you sign my... my Dan book?"
Yan Chen smiled gently: "Okay."
"Brother Yan, I want it too!"
"I asked first!"
"Brother Yan, I... I admire you! And I also admire that Senior Feng Xinglan! I practiced alchemy and swordsmanship! Rumor has it that Senior Feng Xinglan could cut through a thousand miles with a single sword strike. At the time, no other genius could surpass his swordsmanship!"
The dozen or so elite disciples of the Yan family now have no reservations and all want to express their admiration and respect for Senior Brother Yan, as well as their love for the members of the Fengyun team.
For a moment, the dark alchemy room was extremely restless.
The head of the Yan family coughed heavily, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Alright, alright, calm down! Now it is your Senior Brother Yan who will teach you, so study hard!"
After these words were spoken, the Yan family disciples calmed down a little, but they still couldn't suppress their excitement.
Yan Chen smiled faintly.
At this moment, the cauldron made a clanging sound.
The elixir has been refined.
For a moment, the fragrance of the elixir spread throughout the dark room.
It makes people's spirit suddenly shocked.
Yan Chen slowly raised his hand, and lightly waved his fingers towards the cauldron in the air, and the lid of the cauldron was opened.
Several supreme elders couldn't help but be curious and walked closer to watch.
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