Chapter 8: The Divine Farmer's Pharmacopoeia

"Are you sure?"

Feng Chen also put on a serious face, staring straight at Feng Ren.

He knew his son better than anyone. Every day, it was either practicing long fist or hitting the wooden桩桩. How could he suddenly possess a high-level Yellow Rank body tempering technique?

"Yes, and it's only getting higher, not lower!"

Feng Ren nodded slowly.

"Only getting higher, not lower?"

The four elders and Feng Lie were all shocked. If it was at least high-level Yellow Rank, could it possibly be Mystic Rank?

A Mystic Rank technique was not something a family in a small city like Yulan could possess.

"I'll go take a look!"

Feng Chen couldn't sit still anymore. Feng Ren's expression didn't seem like he was lying. Leaving a message, he hurried out of the meeting hall and headed toward his small courtyard.

"Could this be the capital for him to fulfill his vow?"

The elders couldn't help but wonder.

They stopped handling affairs and sat there anxiously waiting for news.

A Mystic Rank body tempering technique could absolutely change the fate of a family!

Entering the courtyard, Feng Chen saw Feng Hao lying on the ground, his body moving rhythmically, each small movement stretching every muscle in his body.

From initial shock, Feng Chen gradually calmed down.

This was definitely a high-level Yellow Rank body tempering technique!

As a Great Martial Artist, he understood the purpose of this technique after just one glance.

Every muscle was being exercised, which was astonishing!

Moreover, it required a high level of control over strength, making future martial skill cultivation much easier.

It was truly a two-for-one effect.

"Huff... Huff..."

Feng Hao breathed rhythmically. Although each movement caused him great pain, he was happy because he could feel his constitution rapidly improving.

After twenty-four rounds, he finally collapsed on the ground.

This Tiger Movement technique was too exhausting. Once he relaxed, his muscles returned to normal.

"Hao'er!"

Feng Chen walked over.

"Father!"

Feng Hao struggled to stand up, wiping the sweat from his face, but his body trembled due to excessive fatigue.

"It's fine, sit down!"

Seeing his son sitting on the stone bench, Feng Chen felt a complex emotion rise in his heart.

If he hadn't been the head of the Feng family from the beginning, none of this would have happened.

But as a member of the Feng family, how could he ignore the family's affairs?

He sighed inwardly.

"Father!"

"Hmm?"

"Can I not participate in the morning training from now on?"

The long fist practiced by the Feng family only exercised the limbs, which was far inferior to the Tiger Movement technique. For Feng Hao, it was a waste of time.

"Not participate in morning training?"

Feng Chen paused, thinking about what he had just seen.

That long fist was useless for him.

"Sure!"

Feng Hao was delighted to get Feng Chen's permission. This way, he would have more time in the morning to cultivate.

"What were you doing just now?"

"Just now?"

Feng Hao was taken aback, "Body tempering."

"Body tempering? Did you come up with that technique yourself?"

"No!"

Feng Hao scratched his head, unsure how to explain.

The matter of Elder Fen was something he absolutely couldn't reveal.

"Did someone else teach it to you?"

Feng Chen's heart stirred, and he blurted out the question.

"Sort of!"

Feng Hao frowned slightly and nodded.

"Whoa..."

Feng Chen inwardly gasped.

Anyone who could give such a high-level technique to someone was not simple.

After a moment, he calmed down and looked at his son quietly.

This person who appeared would likely be his turning point.

But why did such a high-level person take an interest in him?

At this moment, Feng Chen remembered what Feng Hao had once told him.

His body had absorbed the medicinal properties of the spirit medicine!

His heart skipped a beat.

"Hao'er!"

"Hmm?"

After a pause, Feng Chen sighed lightly.

He really didn't know how to start. The Feng family had wronged him, and now...

"Nothing, just focus on your cultivation!"

"Okay!"

Watching Feng Chen's departing back, Feng Hao shook his head, not thinking too much about it. He sat there to recover his strength. By the end of the day, both his constitution and control over strength had significantly improved.

Under the starry sky, the young man lay panting heavily under a redwood tree.

"This is such a waste of time."

With Feng Hao's current high-level Third Rank Martial Disciple strength, he could only endure thirty rounds before needing to rest for half an hour. In other words, he had to rest as long as he trained.

A simple ring on his right hand glowed, and a transparent figure appeared before him.

"Hehe, your constitution is really poor."

Elder Fen chuckled, looking at him teasingly.

"Elder Fen, is there another way?"

Such a waste was something Feng Hao couldn't afford. He looked at the old man for help.

"Of course there is."

Elder Fen smiled at the excited young man, "Have you heard of Alchemists?"

"Alchemists?"

Feng Hao's eyes widened, "The legendary Alchemists?"

In the Heavenly Martial Continent, besides martial cultivators, there were two other professions: Alchemists and Poison Masters.

Alchemists were the most noble profession in the Heavenly Martial Continent, with the role of healing.

Who in the world could be free from illness?

Even if your cultivation was high, you would still fall ill at times. Without an Alchemist, you would only wither and die under the tyranny of disease.

To become an Alchemist, you first needed a 'Pharmacopoeia.' According to the Pharmacopoeia, you would ingest the mentioned spirit medicines to form a 'Medicine Core' in your body, which would make you an Alchemist!

Of course, the amount of spirit medicines required to form a Medicine Core was extremely terrifying. Even large families in major cities could only cultivate one Alchemist, and obtaining a Pharmacopoeia was not easy, usually passed down through generations.

The rank of an Alchemist was closely related to their Pharmacopoeia.

Poison Masters, on the other hand, cultivated 'Toxicology' and formed a 'Poison Core.' They were the most dangerous people on the continent, and those who offended them often died from invisible poison attacks.

"Hehe!"

Elder Fen laughed proudly, "Become my disciple!"

"Disciple?"

Feng Hao was taken aback, then immediately knelt down.

"Master!"

If he became an Alchemist, the current situation would change.

"Good!"

Elder Fen also became unusually serious. With a flick of his hand, a Pharmacopoeia shimmering with flowing light floated in his palm.

The four ancient characters 'Divine Farmer's Pharmacopoeia' appeared before Feng Hao's eyes.

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