Seeing this beautiful figure that suddenly appeared, Han Feng couldn't help but froze, and then suddenly woke up and said.

"Refining... the demon refining pot, an ancient artifact, also known as the 'Jiuli Pot', the demon refining pot?"

When the woman in red heard this, her expression softened a little and she said quietly.

"You may have some knowledge, but the name "Jiuli" is just a name added by later generations. Although the leader of the Jiuli tribe "Chi You" did control the Demon Refining Pot for a period of time.

But based on his Taoism, how can he exert the true power of the Demon Refining Pot? He is not worthy of naming the Demon Refining Pot. From now on, the word "Jiuli" should not be mentioned again."

"Well……"

Han Feng opened his mouth in astonishment for a moment. As a descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, he studied archeology and naturally knew a lot about the origins of Chinese civilization. He also dabbled in a lot of ancient myths and legends.

It is rumored that the "Demon Refining Pot" is one of the ancient rare treasures. It was created by the ancient goddess "Nuwa" and has incredible divine power.

In myths and legends, it is said that the Demon Refining Pot has the ability to create all things and also has amazing destructive power. There is a strange space inside it, which is so big that it seems to be able to contain the heaven and earth.

However, myths are myths after all, and Han Feng has never taken them seriously.

At this moment, Han Feng suddenly heard this mysterious woman tell him that the strange chamber pot turned out to be the legendary demon refining pot. Han Feng was really unbelievable.

Seemingly seeing the suspicion in Han Feng's eyes, the woman said calmly.

"Without the power of ancient artifacts, do you think you would have been able to come to this world from your original world?"

Han Feng's heart was shocked, and he immediately understood that his time travel was caused by this woman. However, even such bizarre things as traveling through different worlds had happened, and the existence of ancient artifacts did not seem impossible.

Han Feng still looked at the woman with some caution.

"Why...why did you bring me here?"

The woman said calmly.

"You are lucky. I have chosen you. You will become the new owner of the Demon Refining Pot. I will give you extremely powerful power and become the supreme master of this world!"

If it had been anyone else, hearing the woman's words, they would have been stunned by this heavenly opportunity and would have been ecstatic on the spot.

However, Han Feng's face was expressionless, and the vigilance in his eyes even became stronger.

Han Feng is not a person with good luck, and he has been this way since he was a child.

The repeated lessons of blood and tears have made this orphan have a certain degree of defensiveness towards everyone, let alone believe that any good thing that falls from the sky will happen to him.

There is a perfect example in front of him. There are billions of people on the earth, but an ancient artifact chose him. Han Feng does not think that he is a child of luck.

"Sorry, I'm not very interested in artifacts. You can ask someone else."

Hearing Han Feng's answer, a look of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes, and then she smiled faintly.

"Haha...are you guarding against me? Are you afraid that I will harm you?"

Han Feng said noncommittally.

"I don't know what your purpose is, but I know very well that there is no free lunch in the world. Even if there is, I don't dare to eat it.

After all, if you want something, you have to pay something, right?"

After hearing what Han Feng said, the woman's eyes showed a look of interest, and she said with a bit of approval.

"Yes, you are very sober and not greedy. It seems that my choice is still correct so far.

As you said, if you want to become the master of the demon refining pot, you need to pay a certain price."

Han Feng's eyes flashed.

"What price?"

The woman covered her lips and smiled sweetly, her expression charming and alluring.

"It seems that you are still very interested in me. In fact, the price you need to pay is very simple, which is to repair the demon refining pot."

"Repair?" Han Feng looked confused.

The woman's expression became a little more serious.

"Back then, I went through an unprecedented battle with my master. That battle severely damaged the demon refining pot, which had already damaged its origin and lost a lot of the energy of chaos.

If you become the owner of the Demon Refining Pot, you must find a way to search for the energy of chaos to repair the Demon Refining Pot."

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

The woman responded: "Before Pangu created the world, the world was filled with the energy of chaos, and all the treasures of chaos were born in the energy of chaos.

Later, when the heaven and earth first opened, the energy of chaos transformed into the universe and condensed all the stars, and then almost disappeared without a trace. Today, it is difficult to find the energy of chaos in the world."

Han Feng frowned.

"If that's the case, how can I find it?"

The woman smiled leisurely.

"I don't expect you to find the energy of chaos, but even if you don't have the energy of chaos, you can still nourish me with the spiritual power you absorb.

Just like today on the carriage, I relied on the spiritual stone you absorbed, and I was nourished. At the same time, I also fed back part of my spiritual power to you, giving you some benefits.

Although such a repair is really insignificant to me, over time, as your cultivation level increases, the Demon Refining Pot will slowly recover."

When Han Feng heard this, he immediately remembered the spirit stone that was absorbed by his palm on the carriage today, and the woman's "moaning" that came to his ears. It turned out that this woman was responsible for all of this.

After pondering for a moment, Han Feng spoke.

"Then...what can I get?"

The woman looked directly into Han Feng's eyes, her beautiful eyes as bright as stars seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and she said with a smile.

"Don't you want to become a "Spirit Warrior"? With strong strength, you can control your own destiny and help your family get out of trouble."

Han Feng's heart moved, but he suppressed the excitement in his heart.

"But I was born with useless veins, so I can't cultivate at all."

"Haha..." The woman giggled, her branches trembling with laughter, and her beautiful face was filled with disdain.

"If you can't solve even this small problem, how can I be called the treasure of chaos? Besides, the Demon Refining Pot still needs your spiritual power, so I can naturally let you practice it."

Han Feng's breathing became slightly heavier. He knew that the other party had already strangled his life!

Ever since he came to Lingwu Continent and understood the true face of this world, Han Feng really longed to become a Lingwu master.

But his intuition told Han Feng that this 'fairy in the pot' was somewhat dangerous, and it seemed that all his thoughts could not escape her prying eyes.

In silence, the Immortal in the Pot stretched out a long, white and tender thigh, and stepped in front of Han Feng with a gentle step.

There was only a short distance between the two of them. The plump and proud peaks of Hu Zhongxian were almost touching Han Feng's chest. Her voice was enchanting and gentle, and she spoke softly in Han Feng's ears.

"Could it be...are you still hesitating?"

When saying this, the Fairy in the Pot gently rubbed Han Feng's cheek with a slender jade finger that had a cold and smooth touch, then slid all the way down his neck to his chest, and then all the way to Han Feng's lower abdomen.

And slowly continued to slide down...

"Gudu...!"

Han Feng looked at the peerless beauty so close in front of him and felt the cold touch spreading all the way down. The suppressed desire in his lower abdomen seemed to be being pulled wildly by some invisible pulling force and was difficult to suppress.

However, an invisible resistance made this desire seem to be blocked in a channel, unable to be vented. This feeling of suffocation made Han Feng's face turn red, and his chest felt stuffy, making him extremely uncomfortable.

!

Finally, the Immortal in the Pot's fingers finally stopped at the critical moment, and there was a hint of deep sympathy and resentment on that stunning face.

"well……"

A soft sigh came from her mouth, and the fairy in the pot spoke quietly.

"It's a pity that you can't do it. You were born with no pulse. It's so pitiful..."

"call……!"

The fairy in the pot's fluttering words made Han Feng feel like he was struck by lightning, and even the last trace of his dignity as a man was completely trampled on.

At this moment, a rush of blood rushed to his head. Han Feng finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly with red eyes!
Chapter completed!