In the end, Han Feng agreed to the deal with the Immortal in the Pot.

He became the owner of the Demon Refining Pot and shouldered the responsibility of repairing the Demon Refining Pot, and the Immortal in the Pot had to solve the problem of his innate defective veins.

Although there were still some inexplicable worries and doubts in his heart, Han Feng could not refuse the other party's conditions.

An incompetent man, no matter how strong he is and how much wealth he possesses, will never be happy. Rather than being an incomplete man in peace and stability, Han Feng would rather take a chance and become a "real man"

"!

Hearing Han Feng finally agreed, a breathtaking smile bloomed on the face of the Immortal in the Pot.

"Okay, then let's start shedding blood to recognize the Lord now."

"A drop of blood to identify the Lord? Why, just drop it directly on the ground?"

Han Feng was stunned, looked around, and finally pointed to the ground under his feet and asked.

Before Han Feng could react, a cold jade hand reached out and took his hand.

Immediately under Han Feng's shocked eyes, the red lips of the fairy in the pot opened slightly, and the sandalwood mouth opened slightly, faintly revealing a red lilac uvula, and actually took one of Han Feng's index fingers directly into his mouth.

"hiss……!"

In an instant, a warm, slippery, and extremely soft touch enveloped Han Feng's fingertips. A strong wave-like impact violently hit the body of this veteran virgin who had been single for more than 20 years.

Fragile mind.

Finally, Han Feng couldn't control himself anymore, and he couldn't help but let out a happy moan.

But as soon as the voice reached his mouth, it suddenly turned into a scream.

"ah……!"

The wonderful moist and smooth feeling that originally enveloped the fingertips suddenly turned into a heartbreaking pain!

At the same time, an attraction came from his fingertips, and Han Feng felt that all the blood in his body seemed to be being pulled, and it quickly poured out of his fingertips.

In an instant, the severe pain in his fingertips disappeared, but Han Feng felt cold all over his body, his mind was dizzy, and he seemed to have lost too much blood.

On the other hand, the fairy in the pot had already opened his mouth and released Han Feng's fingers. His beautiful face was like a flower moistened by rain and dew, looking even more radiant.

Han Feng also noticed that a light golden, rune-like thing suddenly flashed between the other party's eyebrows.

When the rune disappeared, he suddenly felt that he and the Immortal in the Pot seemed to have a strange and subtle connection.

The Immortal in the Pot showed a charming smile on his face and said to Han Feng.

"From now on, your blood will flow in their bodies. You must treat them well and nourish them with your spiritual energy, Master!"

Han Feng's mind was still a little dazed due to excessive blood loss. When he first saw the seductive posture and ambiguous tone of the Immortal in the Pot, he shuddered and took a step back.

Han Feng now understood that the fairy in the pot in front of him was definitely a rose with thorns, and he could not be confused again because of her beauty.

After calming down, Han Feng said.

"Now that I have recognized my master, it's your turn to fulfill your promise. How can I eliminate my inborn crippled veins?"

The fairy in the pot smiled and nodded.

"This is naturally easy. Human body cultivation requires spiritual energy to be circulated through spiritual veins to complete the circulation of the heavens. For those with excellent talents, the higher the quality of the spiritual veins, the wider the spiritual veins, and the stronger the perception and attraction of spiritual energy.

But regardless of the level of talent, there is only one spiritual vein in the body. The so-called innately useless vein means that the spiritual vein is in a closed state and cannot circulate around the world. All you have to do is find a way to open the spiritual vein."

Han Feng frowned.

"Then how can we open the spiritual veins?"

The Immortal in the Pot explained.

"Of course, ordinary methods will not work. Spiritual veins are related to a person's talent and luck. In fact, they are blessings destined by God. Trying to create spiritual veins out of nothing is going against nature.

There may not be a few people in the world who can do this, but it is extremely rare to be able to develop spiritual veins without compromising blessings and luck.

However, my third master once created a technique called "Dao Xuan". This technique can seize the fortune of heaven and earth, change one's own destiny, open up spiritual veins and improve quality.

Before the master passed away, he left this skill in the demon refining pot and asked me to choose someone who is destined to teach it to me. Now I will teach this skill to you."

After saying that, he pointed his finger at the immortal jade in the pot, and a golden light hit Han Feng's eyebrows directly.

Han Feng only felt a pain in his mind, and a steady stream of information poured in. In a moment, a mysterious and lengthy exercise was engraved into his mind.

Although the content in it seemed extremely obscure to Han Feng, he was able to recite it word by word, which was amazing.

"Doxuan!"

Han Feng murmured these two words in his mouth, and he could not suppress the excitement in his heart. With this technique, he would be able to develop his spiritual veins and become a spiritual warrior.

Immediately, he thought of something again and quickly asked the Immortal in the Pot.

"Well... if I open up my spiritual veins, then... then, my body will be able to recover, right?"

Han Feng looked slightly embarrassed. Although he desperately wanted to become a spiritual warrior, he cared more about his "lifelong sexual happiness."

Hearing this, the Immortal in the Pot couldn't help but smile sweetly again, but shook his head.

"Of course not."

"What……?"

Han Feng's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at the other party with cold eyes.

"You're lying to me!"

The Immortal in the Pot shook his head with an innocent look on his face.

"Of course I will not lie to the master, but the issue of developing spiritual veins has nothing to do with the master."

"What do you mean?" Han Feng asked, staring at the Immortal in the Pot.

Just listen to the Immortal Way in the Pot.

"The naturally disabled veins are just unable to absorb spiritual power for cultivation. Normal physiological functions will not be hindered. The master's body has been poisoned, and he has been poisoned since he was a child. Now that the poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, it will naturally

It will affect your body."

The more Han Feng listened, the uglier his expression became. He never expected that his stubborn illness was caused by poisoning, and he had been poisoned since he was a child. Wasn't he the young master of the Han family at that time? How could he be poisoned?

Han Feng's expression was gloomy and uncertain, but the Immortal in the Pot comforted him.

"Master, you don't have to worry. Don't forget that "Dao Xuan Jue" has the ability to conquer the heaven and earth. It can also cleanse your marrow and remove toxins from your body.

Although the toxins in your body have penetrated deeply into your bone marrow, you will surely be able to eliminate the toxins and your body will return to its original state after you reach the Seventh Star of the Martial Arts and become an official spiritual warrior."

After hearing this, Han Feng's expression softened. At the same time, he was shocked by the heaven-defying effect of "Dao Xuan Jue", which not only opened up spiritual veins, but also eliminated toxins.

For a moment, Han Feng couldn't help but feel ready to start practicing.

At this moment, the Immortal in the Pot suddenly let out a sweet cry and spoke.

"Oh... I seem to have something important that I forgot to tell the master just now."

Speaking of this, the smile of the fairy in the pot became more and more charming, and he even gave Han Feng a seductive look.

However, Han Feng suddenly felt something in his heart and had an extremely bad premonition.

"What...what happened, tell me."

The Immortal in the Pot did not answer the question.

"Master, do you know the origin of the name "Demon Refining Pot"?"

Han Feng frowned and shook his head.

"Giggle...the so-called "demon refining" naturally means that the demon refining pot can "refining" and "suppressing" all evil spirits in the world, and can even refine a part of the world.

Among my past masters, there are many great supernatural beings who have the power to reach heaven and earth. They used the demon refining pot to suppress countless powerful demons, and these demons were suppressed in the nine realms of heaven and earth in the demon refining pot..."

Hearing this, Han Feng's bad feeling became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but ask in a deep voice.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

However, the Immortal in the Pot had a wave of eyes and said calmly.

"Now that you have become the master of the Demon Refining Pot, the power of life and death of the demons suppressed in the Nine Heavens and Earth will naturally be handed over to the master.

But Master, do you still remember what I just said? The core of the Demon Refining Pot is now damaged, the energy of chaos is lost, and the seal of the Nine Heavens and Earth has begun to loosen.

The demons in the Nine Heavens are all the top beings in the world. Each one is more powerful than the other. I can no longer suppress them with just my strength.

Since the master has inherited the demon refining pot, the important task of suppressing these demons from now on will naturally be handed over to the master, and the master must not let them escape."

When Han Feng heard this, his face became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even turned a little blue, and he vaguely felt that he had jumped into a "big pit".

"You...why didn't you tell me earlier."

The fairy in the pot looked innocent.

"Everyone told me, but I accidentally forgot."

Han Feng suppressed the urge to kill and asked in a hissing voice.

"What if I can't suppress them?"

The expression of the Immortal in the Pot became solemn.
To be continued...