His purpose in coming to the Black-Corner Region this time was for the Burning Art remnant scroll in Han Feng's possession.
As for why Xuan Jin knew this information, it was naturally because Xuan Jin was a Transmigration.
He knew that Han Feng possessed a Burning Art remnant scroll and the Sea Heart Flame.
And these two things were key to solving his physical problems.
Although Xuan Jin could easily resolve the matter by directly telling his teacher Xuan Yi this information, a Transmigration's secret could not be exposed, otherwise, there would be endless trouble.
Xuan Jin's Physique was special, extremely compatible with fire elements, and his Cultivation speed was extremely fast, but there were always several conflicting fire-attribute energies in his body.
Xuan Yi once said that if these energies could not be balanced, he would struggle to advance further in the future, and might even Face life-threatening danger.
After learning about his condition, Xuan Jin immediately thought of Burning Art.
This Cultivation Technique could devour various flames and turn them into his own use, which was exactly what he needed to resolve the conflicting energies within him.
Therefore, he left Sheng Dan City and came to the Black-Corner Region.
As for why his first target was Han Feng and not the protagonist Xiao Yan.
Xuan Jin had his own considerations.
Of course, you pick the soft persimmon to squeeze.
The current Xiao Yan not only had the daughter of an ancient clan by his side but also an old man in a storage ring, making him difficult to approach.
Furthermore, Xuan Jin didn't know Xiao Yan's exact situation, and going to the Jia Ma Empire required passing through the Black-Corner Region, so it was natural to deal with Han Feng first.
It was too difficult to obtain Burning Art; someone like Yao Chen, who had died once, was extremely cautious and would never easily trust anyone.
Unless Xuan Jin found Feng Xian, but what would Xuan Jin even say?
Of course, there were also Xuan Jin's own considerations; his master had liked Yao Chen for a long time, but there had been no result.
And he himself... people are all selfish, and Xuan Jin was no exception.
In comparison, Han Feng was much easier to deal with.
A Peak Dou Huang Alchemist, lording it over the Black-Corner Region, but in the eyes of a Dou Zong expert like him, he was merely a somewhat stronger ant.
After finding an inn to stay in, Xuan Jin began to gather information on Han Feng.
Soon, he figured out Han Feng's residence and daily routine.
Han Feng held a high position in Feng City, known as the "Medicine Emperor," and had many experts under him, but most were of the Dou Wang level, posing no threat to Xuan Jin.
"It's tonight," Xuan Jin said, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes as night fell.
Late at night, at Han Feng's mansion.
Xuan Jin's figure stealthily entered like a ghost, his Dou Zong expert-level strength allowing him to move as if in an uninhabited realm.
Soon, he found Han Feng's Cultivation room.
Pushing the door open, he saw a young man sitting cross-legged on a futon, Cultivating, with fire-attribute energy so dense around him that it almost solidified.
"Who!"
Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes, his Face changing drastically the moment he saw Xuan Jin:
"Who are you?"
"The one who will take your life," Xuan Jin said indifferently, his Dou Zong expert aura fully erupting.
"Dou Zong expert!" Han Feng's Face turned pale. "Which force's expert are you? I, Han Feng, have no grievances with Your Excellency..."
"Too much nonsense."
Xuan Jin couldn't be bothered to say more to him; villains die from talking too much!
Xuan Jin's voice was not loud, but it sent shivers down Han Feng's spine.
He felt the terrifying pressure that solidified the entire Cultivation room, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
In the Black-Corner Region, a Peak Dou Huang was already a hegemon, but in front of a true Dou Zong expert, he was nothing.
"Senior... Senior!"
Han Feng forced out a smile uglier than a cry, his voice trembling.
"Junior does not know where he offended Senior; please enlighten Junior, and Junior will surely offer a generous gift to compensate for the mistake."
As he spoke, he secretly circulated his Qi, and a deep blue flame quietly condensed in his palm.
Sea Heart Flame!
This was his biggest trump card.
Xuan Jin ignored his words, simply taking a step forward.
"Boom!"
The space of the entire Cultivation room suddenly sank, Han Feng's condensed Qi instantly disintegrated, and the deep blue Sea Heart Flame also shook violently, almost extinguishing.
Han Feng was horrified; this person's control over space had reached an inconceivable level.
He couldn't even move a finger.
"Senior, spare my life!"
Han Feng completely panicked, no longer caring about the dignity of the Medicine Emperor, and plopped to his knees on the ground.
"Junior is willing to offer all his possessions, only begging Senior to spare my life! I... I am a member of the Soul Hall; please, Senior, consider the Soul Hall's Face..."
He hurriedly brought up his backer.
"Soul Hall?"
Xuan Jin finally spoke, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.
Han Feng thought there was hope and quickly nodded: "Yes! Yes! Junior works for the Soul Hall; if Senior kills me, the Soul Hall will certainly not..."
"Noisy," Xuan Jin interrupted him impatiently.
He extended his right hand and pointed at Han Feng's forehead from a distance, a mere phantom gesture.
Han Feng's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of needlepoints.
He wanted to dodge, but his body wouldn't obey.
He could only watch as an invisible blast of Qi pierced through space and arrived before him.
"Puff," a soft sound.
Han Feng's eyes widened unwillingly, his life force rapidly draining, and his body slumped softly to the ground.
The Peak Dou Huang Medicine Emperor Han Feng couldn't even withstand a single move in front of a Dou Zong expert.
Xuan Jin expressionlessly looked at Han Feng's corpse, flicked his finger, and a storage ring flew from Han Feng's finger into his palm.
His Soul Power probed inside, and Xuan Jin quickly found what he wanted.
An ancient scroll, Burning Art.
The moment Xuan Jin put away the scroll, an unexpected change occurred.
A wisp of a phantom Soul body suddenly shot out from Han Feng's corpse, wrapped around the deep blue Sea Heart Flame, and tried to escape.
On the Soul body, wisps of strange black Qi lingered.
"The secret technique of the Soul Hall is quite interesting," Xuan Jin chuckled softly, as if he had expected it.
He didn't give chase, but merely raised his hand again, and gently clenched it towards the Sea Heart Flame that was attempting to flee.
Space solidified once more.
The Sea Heart Flame seemed to be caught by an invisible large hand, remaining motionless no matter how Han Feng's Soul pulled at it.
"No! My Sea Heart Flame!"
Han Feng's Soul let out a sharp shriek, his voice filled with venom and unwillingness.
"Who exactly is Your Excellency! Why do you wish to be my enemy! I am the Disciple of Venerable Yao, Yao Chen!"
He tried to use Yao Chen's name to scare Xuan Jin away.
"Yao Chen?"
Xuan Jin sounded as if he had heard something amusing, "Wasn't Yao Chen killed by your own hands?"
As his voice fell, Xuan Jin's palm suddenly clenched.
"Ah!"
Han Feng's Soul let out a mournful scream; his connection with the Sea Heart Flame was forcibly severed by an overbearing power.
The wisp of phantom Soul body, enveloped in black Qi, transformed into a streak of light and instantly vanished into the night.
He dared not linger for another moment.
This mysterious Dou Zong expert's methods were too terrifying; he not only knew his background but even his secrets.
Xuan Jin didn't bother with Han Feng's escaping Soul.
A Soul body that had lost its Heavenly Flame and Physical Body wouldn't be able to cause much trouble.
Most importantly, such a commotion would inevitably attract the attention of the Soul Hall, so the priority was to make a swift escape!