Feng City. After Han Feng revealed his identity, he controlled the Cloud-Patterned Eagle to fly into the city under the awestruck gazes of a crowd of guards.
Is this the master's territory?
Ye Qingyun looked around curiously. The scene below, whether it was the city's construction or the flow of people, was much better than Black Mark City.
It was clean, refreshing, and orderly. After flying over half the city, she had not seen a single instance of fighting or bloodshed.
In the Black-Corner Region, Feng City was definitely an unconventional city.
No matter how savage, violent, or reckless you were, you had to follow the rules after entering Feng City.
The "Maple Forest Guard," which his predecessor had spent a great deal of resources to cultivate, were all first-class killers who obeyed orders without question and did not fear death.
They were responsible for maintaining the city's security on a daily basis and secretly investigated some hidden matters under Han Feng's orders.
Feng City was very large. Although Han Feng was the overlord here, possessing the highest status and power, it was inevitable that some parasites would breed within the city.
Nothing might be discovered in a short period of time, but if it was delayed and ignored, it would sooner or later lead to a great disaster.
Upon his return this time, besides holding the alchemy competition, Han Feng was also preparing to properly govern Feng City.
The Cloud-Patterned Eagle landed in a bamboo forest. The wind blew through the bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound.
"Master, it's so beautiful here. Are we going to live here?"
"Yes, this will be Xian'er's home from now on."
Han Feng looked at the bamboo building before him with satisfaction.
When he left Feng City, he had given the manager a blueprint and ordered him to lead people to rebuild, tearing down the previous structure and creating a new bamboo building.
One reason was to bid farewell to the traces left by his predecessor; the other was that he had his own aesthetic.
The group smelled the faint fragrance of bamboo in the air and happily walked into the bamboo building.
He had brought back a few more people this time, but fortunately, there were enough rooms.
The women went upstairs to choose their rooms, while Han Feng went to the tea room and activated a mechanism.
Below the tea room, an underground secret chamber had been built according to his requirements.
It could be used to store treasures or for research.
Since it was a newly built secret chamber, some formations still needed to be engraved around it before it could be put into use.
Han Feng just gave it a preliminary inspection. After confirming that the construction quality was fine, he returned to the tea room.
"My lord, you have returned."
The wind in the bamboo forest stirred. The commander of the Maple Forest Guard, Han Lie, appeared at the door and knelt on one knee before Han Feng.
This person was Han Feng's confidant. He possessed a Dou King cultivation, was experienced in his work, and had made countless meritorious contributions. He was granted the surname Han by Han Feng to show his trust and importance.
"Summon all the elders tomorrow. I have something to announce."
"Yes."
Han Lie accepted the order.
"My lord, Elder Liu heard that you have returned and would like to pay a visit."
"We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Han Feng waved his hand, and Han Lie tactfully withdrew.
In the tea room, Han Feng spread a large piece of paper on the table.
In the time that followed, he had to carefully think about the rules of the competition and the setup of the rewards.
By holding the competition as soon as possible, he could also get in touch with the people from Jia Nan Academy sooner.
Early the next morning, Han Feng left the bamboo building and headed for the City Lord's Mansion.
The elders of Feng City had been waiting there since early morning.
Han Feng had just returned, so they had to show a conscientious attitude.
"Greetings, City Lord."
When Han Feng walked into the meeting hall, the elders all stood up and bowed.
In Feng City, Han Feng was the highest authority.
The so-called elders were just a high-level position. Overall, they were no different from those managers; they all assisted Han Feng in governing Feng City.
"Everyone, it's been a long time. Are you all well?"
The elders looked at each other and then responded in unison, "Thank you for your concern, City Lord. All is well."
Han Feng smiled, then took out a proposal and passed it down for the elders to see.
"I plan to hold an alchemy competition. Take a look at the general plan."
The elders were shocked, then began to read the text on the paper.
Holding an alchemist competition in the Black-Corner Region?
Limited to young alchemists.
The champion's prize: the formula for a sixth-grade Dou Spirit Pill.
A Dou Spirit Pill!
The City Lord had actually put up such a generous reward.
The elders' minds were instantly in a whirl.
Han Feng knocked on the table, bringing everyone's attention back.
"As for the specific implementation of the competition, all you elders will have to put more thought into the arrangements. You have all seen how much importance I attach to this competition."
"Elder Liu, you will be in charge of this matter."
"Yes, your subordinate will not fail the City Lord's expectations."
After speaking, Han Feng left the venue, leaving a group of elders there to discuss.
Arriving at his office, Elder Liu also followed.
"I heard you were looking for me yesterday."
Elder Liu nodded repeatedly, then took out several letters.
"There are several letters from major factions who wish to request pills from you. They have come several times, and their attitude is quite sincere."
Han Feng looked at the pile of letters on the table. The first one was from the Blood Sect, with a drop of blood pattern engraved on the envelope.
"They weren't so proactive before..."
"Perhaps it's because the City Lord refined a seventh-grade pill, so they are even more persistent."
Han Feng remembered the seventh-grade Heavenly Life Pill he had refined just after he had transmigrated.
"I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it."
Han Feng opened the first letter and read it.
On it were not only words of request, but also a list of many good things. As Elder Liu had said, the attitude of these factions was indeed sincere.
"I understand. I will handle these letters. Is there anything else?"
"Nothing else. But City Lord, if I may be so bold as to ask, what is your purpose for holding this alchemy competition..."
Han Feng glanced at Elder Liu. The other party was half-bent over, his eyelids lowered, not daring to meet Han Feng's gaze.
"Elder Liu, just focus on the preparations. When the time comes for you to know, you will naturally know."
"Yes. Then your subordinate will take his leave."
Having assigned the task, Han Feng felt much more relaxed.
This was the benefit of having a faction group at hand; he didn't have to do everything himself.
"Han Lie."
"Here!"
Han Lie instantly appeared in front of Han Feng, kneeling on one knee, awaiting Han Feng's orders.
"Help me keep an eye on Elder Liu. Remember, do not let him notice."
"My lord, Elder Liu's cultivation is not weak. An ordinary Maple Forest Guard..."
"So, I want you to do it yourself," Han Feng said to Han Lie, word by word.
"Then, by your side..."
"Let Han Beng come."
"Yes!"
Han Beng was also a confidant who had been granted the surname Han by Han Feng.
But unlike Han Lie, Han Beng had been nurtured by Han Feng since he was a child.
It was just that the previous Han Feng was somewhat resistant to the matter of master and disciple, so their relationship was merely that of master and servant.
After a short while, Han Beng came to Han Feng's side, temporarily taking over Han Lie's work.
"Master."
"You've broken through recently?" Han Feng said suddenly, sizing up the young man before him.
"Yes, I have just broken through to a seven-star Dou Spirit."
"Not bad," Han Feng praised.
To be able to reach the Dou Spirit cultivation level at this age, it was clear that Han Beng's aptitude was not weak.
He was expected to break through to Dou King within five years.
Han Feng tossed a scroll to Han Beng. "Go back and study it well. Do not slack off in your cultivation."
"Thank you, Master, for your guidance!"
Han Beng took the scroll, opened it, and immediately knelt down to express his thanks.
"You may leave."
Han Feng withdrew his gaze and began to look at the letters from the major factions on the table.