Over the Black Region Great Plains, a white, two-winged eagle soared through the sky, crossing the eerie, dark grasslands as it flew towards the Black-Corner Region.
Below, an aura of desolation permeated everywhere. They occasionally flew over a few tribes, but the number of people in them was pitifully small.
Ye Qingyun looked at the scene below, a chill running through her heart.
Just now, she seemed to have seen several people being killed at will.
"Strength is the most important thing in the Black-Corner Region," Han Feng suddenly said.
"If you dare to set foot here without strength, you will die a miserable death."
Medusa scanned the area below, her expression indifferent.
Among the group, apart from Han Feng, she was the one with the calmest mindset.
Ye Qingyun took a few deep breaths and nodded emphatically.
"I will adapt to this place!" she said seriously, as if she had come to some kind of realization.
Han Feng smiled. "You don't have to be so serious. It's enough to be mentally prepared. We probably won't be staying here for too long."
Once they got to Jia Nan Academy, it would be much safer.
The problem Han Feng had to solve now was simple.
Change his reputation.
The world bustles for profit; the world bustles for gain.
Even Dou Venerates and Dou Saints could not escape the world of fame and fortune.
After a cultivator gained strength, they had to seek benefits for themselves. Otherwise, if they had strength but no money to eat, that would certainly not do.
With money, one naturally also needed fame.
Fame represents status, represents how others see you.
This was not something that could be achieved with strength alone.
You had to display it, let others know what you have done.
Of course, the higher your strength, the easier it was to do something that would shake the world.
A good reputation could come from saving the common people and benefiting the world. A bad reputation could come from destroying the continent and slaughtering living beings.
Whether righteous or evil, the magnitude of one's reputation was based on the impact of one's actions.
What Han Feng was going to do next was very simple.
He was going to hold a grand alchemy competition and invite all young alchemists to participate, regardless of faction or country, but their age must be under thirty.
Since it was being held in the Black-Corner Region, people from other countries would generally not dare to come. So Han Feng's invitation was naturally aimed at the alchemy department of Jia Nan Academy.
He would set up generous prizes and then send out a special invitation.
Jia Nan Academy was not an ivory tower that only protected its students. They often had instructors lead teams of students to the Black-Corner Region for training. So the academy would most likely agree to this matter, at most sending some experts to accompany them.
This was an open conspiracy; he was not afraid that Jia Nan Academy would not come.
After all, if they didn't come, it would mean that the Jia Nan Academy's alchemy department was not worthy of its name, that its students did not dare to compete with the young alchemists of the Black-Corner Region, and were just a bunch of trash.
If this alchemy competition was held well, it would also re-establish the status of Han Feng and Feng City.
It would shift from the original, somewhat dark path, to a neutral one.
A profession like an alchemist was the easiest to remain neutral in, because both righteous and evil factions needed pills, and no one would easily offend them.
The Cloud-Patterned Eagle flew over the Black Region Great Plains and arrived at the nearest city.
Black Mark City.
"Let's rest here for today. Everyone must be tired after flying for so many days."
The tedious flight would numb one's mood. Han Feng decided to rest briefly in Black Mark City.
And at the same time, let the others experience the true style of the Black-Corner Region.
Feng City was much safer because of his, Han Feng's, name. But Black Mark City was a truly chaotic place.
The ruler of this place, the Eight Gates, was also happy with this.
After all, maintaining public order was a considerable expense. The security resources that the Jia Ma Empire invested in its Holy City every year were definitely not low.
Entering Black Mark City, they first paid a hefty entrance fee.
Han Feng had no intention of revealing his identity as the Medicine Emperor. He would just stay for one night and then leave.
Several people who entered the city at the same time kept scanning Cai'er and Ye Qingyun with their eyes. Some would also stare at Lin Xian'er, Qing Lin, and Medusa.
"Bringing his whole family to the Black-Corner Region, is this pretty boy's brain not working?" a bald, burly man carrying a large saber mocked with a laugh, while the others secretly watched the show.
However, Han Feng ignored these people and led the women towards an inn in the city.
"Coward!"
The burly man spat, but he did not make a move.
The people next to him were suddenly a little disappointed. They had wanted to take advantage of the chaos.
If the burly man and that pretty boy were both seriously injured, then wouldn't these lovely ladies be theirs?
In the Black-Corner Region, cultivation did not represent everything. If one used conspiracies and traps well, it was common for a Dou Practitioner to kill a Dou Master in a counterattack.
In just a few streets, Han Feng and his group saw no less than three firefights.
Swords drew blood, the sound of iron entering flesh, the crisp sound of a dull blade chopping bone—it made the women's scalps tingle.
Lin Xian'er tightly hugged Han Feng's large hand, and Qing Lin also hugged Ye Qingyun.
Cai'er, however, still watched the slaughters with innocent eyes, seeming quite interested.
"One large suite."
Han Feng came to the largest inn in the city and booked a high-class suite.
The clerk glanced at the people behind Han Feng and booked the largest room for him according to the number of people.
After entering the room, Ye Qingyun and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
Those scenes just now were indeed a bit scary.
They finally understood what Han Feng meant when he had mentioned the three words "Black-Corner Region" before.
They hadn't felt it then, but now they knew what a chaotic and bloody place this was.
"Scared?" Han Feng looked at Lin Xian'er and said with a smile.
"A little," Lin Xian'er answered honestly.
"The Black-Corner Region is like this. It directly displays the dark side of the Dou Qi Continent, without any cover-up."
Did such things happen in the Jia Ma Empire? Certainly, but they wouldn't happen out in the open.
It was just that the Black-Corner Region made people more reckless.
"Sister Cai'er, aren't you afraid?" Qing Lin pulled on Cai'er's dress and asked timidly.
"Not afraid. What's there to be afraid of?" Cai'er said as if it were a matter of course.
"They are all very weak."
Ye Qingyun and Lin Xian'er looked at each other, both seeing something in the other's eyes.
That's right, they were not strong enough!
The only two low-level female cultivators in the household who were cultivating diligently, at this moment, regardless of their age, made a firmer decision.
Cultivate hard!
Medusa jumped onto the table and sat down, only then could she barely be at eye level with Cai'er, so she wouldn't have to look up.
She snorted coldly.
How do you think you got your strength?
Han Feng went downstairs to order some food. After they had eaten, they all went about their own business.
Those who should cultivate, cultivated. Those who should study, studied.
Early the next morning, Han Feng got up and went downstairs to buy breakfast.
In the streets he had passed through before, the bodies were already cold, and some cleaners were tidying up.
Han Feng watched silently for a moment, then withdrew his gaze.
Returning to the inn, after everyone had eaten breakfast, Han Feng led out the Cloud-Patterned Eagle and continued on his way.
After flying for about another two and a half days, Han Feng and his group arrived at Feng City.
"We're here."
Han Feng reminded them and controlled the Cloud-Patterned Eagle to land.