Chapter 8, Do You Want to Be a "Real Man"

At last, the fingers of the immortal in the pot finally came to a halt at the critical moment, yet on that stunningly beautiful face, there was a deep expression of sympathy and melancholy.

Han Feng felt a stir in his heart, yet he firmly suppressed the excitement within him

The woman gazed directly into Han Feng's eyes, her bright eyes shining like stars, as if they could see through a person's heart, and she said with a smile

Sigh...

If you become the master of the Demon Refining Pot, you must find a way to search for the chaotic energy to repair the pot.

What is the essence of chaos?" Han Feng asked in confusion

It is a pity that you are incapable; if your innate flaws cannot be cured, you will never be able to become a true man in your lifetime. How truly unfortunate...

After a moment of contemplation, Han Feng finally spoke.

The woman's expression, however, became a bit more serious

The breath of the Han wind has slightly intensified, and he knows that the other party has already grasped his lifeline

Gudu ... ... ! ''

However, an invisible resistance seems to have blocked this desire, as if it were trapped in a passage, unable to be released. This feeling of suffocation made Han Feng's face flush red, and his chest felt increasingly heavy, causing him extreme discomfort

A single light remark from the fairy in the pot struck Han Feng like a thunderbolt, completely trampling even the last shred of his masculine dignity

A soft sigh escaped her lips, and the immortal from the pot spoke softly.

In that year, this immortal experienced an unprecedented battle alongside the master, a conflict that severely damaged the Spirit-Refining Pot, injuring its very essence and causing the loss of much chaotic energy

Are you still hesitating?

However, I am inherently incapable of cultivation due to my defective meridians

Do you not wish to become a "Spirit Warrior", possessing great strength, mastering your own destiny, and being able to help your family out of difficulties

If I cannot resolve even this minor issue, how can I be considered a supreme treasure of chaos? Moreover, the Demon Refining Pot requires your spiritual energy for sustenance, so naturally, I can assist you in your cultivation

Since arriving at the Lingwu Continent and gaining an understanding of the true nature of this world, Han Feng has indeed harbored an immense desire to become a Lingwu practitioner

Hehe... The woman giggled charmingly, her laughter causing her delicate figure to tremble, and on her stunning face, there was nothing but a look of disdain

In that moment, a surge of hot blood rushed to his head, and Han Feng could no longer endure it, shouting out loud with red eyes

Between the two, there was only a short distance apart, the full and proud peaks of the fairy in the pot almost pressed against Han Feng's chest, her voice enchanting and soft, whispering gently in Han Feng's ear

Han Feng frowned

So... what can I gain from this?

Since that is the case, how can I find it?

Han Feng gazed at the exquisite object before him, feeling a slight chill that spread downwards, as the suppressed desire in his lower abdomen seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, difficult to contain

The woman smiled leisurely

"Repairing the Demon Refining Pot?" Han Feng looked puzzled

As she spoke, the slender jade finger of the Immortal in the pot, with its cool and smooth real touch, gently caressed Han Feng's cheek, gliding down along the neck to the chest, and then further down to Han Feng's lower abdomen, ... and continued to slide down slowly ...

The woman responded: "Before Pangu opened up the heavens and the earth, the space between heaven and earth was filled with a chaotic energy, and all the treasures of chaos were born from this chaotic energy.

Call ... ... ! ''

This immortal does not expect you to find the chaotic energy, but even without the chaotic energy, you can still use the spiritual power you have absorbed to nourish this immortal

Later, when the heavens and the earth were first opened, the chaotic energy transformed into the universe, condensing all things and stars, and then almost vanished without a trace. In today's world, it has become quite difficult to find the chaotic energy.

But intuition told Han Feng that this 'Immortal in the Pot' was somewhat dangerous, and it seemed that all the thoughts in his heart could not escape her scrutiny

"Very well, I am willing to become the master of the Demon Refining Pot, as long as you can cure my innate useless meridians"

In silence, a slender white figure emerged from the pot, gently stepping forward with a delicate thigh, crossing in front of Han Feng.