The Sims, My Alien Path

"Well, very good." Ling Tian nodded with satisfaction. Just as he was about to leave, he seemed to remember something and his eyes fell on Han Feiyu again.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully at the young monk in front of him.

Being scrutinized like this, Han Feiyu felt hairy all over and cold sweats broke out.

He lowered his head involuntarily, feeling uneasy: "Why is this senior looking at me like this? Did I commit some taboo? Or..."

Suddenly, Han Feiyu remembered that his appearance was also handsome.

"Could it be..." With this thought, he felt unwell and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Just as Han Feiyu was thinking about it, Ling Tian broke the silence and said, "What's your name?"

This simple question was like a life-saving straw, which made Han Feiyu feel relieved.

He raised his head and answered with a trembling voice: "Senior, my name is Han Feiyu..."

"Han Feiyu?" Ling Tian pretended to be silent, then his eyes lit up, and with a tone of surprise, he hurriedly asked: "Who are you, Han Shu?"

Hearing his father's name, Han Feiyu was shocked.

He carefully observed Ling Tian's expression, and saw that the other party seemed to have a look of reminiscence in his eyes, so he was slightly relieved and said respectfully: "Senior, Han Shu is my father."

Hearing this, Ling Tian looked up at the sky and laughed: "Hahaha! It's true! I said that you look so similar, you must be related to Brother Han. It seems that I was right!"

The laughter was full of sincere joy, which made Han Feiyu relax a little.

He looked at the extraordinary cultivator in front of him and asked tentatively: "Senior, you are..."

"What senior or not? That's too polite!" Ling Tian waved his hand, the frost on his face melted, and he put on a friendly smile and said softly: "I am Fu Junfeng, your father's best friend. You can just call me Uncle Fu."

"Fu Junfeng? Uncle Fu?" Han Feiyu frowned and recalled, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "You are Uncle Fu?"

"That's right!" Ling Tian's smile became more gentle, and he smiled: "After so many years, Xiaoyu, you have grown up so much. I remember that I held you in my arms..."

As he said that, his expression suddenly dimmed, "By the way, how is Brother Han recently?"

Hearing this, Han Feiyu showed a sad look on his face, and said in a low voice: "Father... has passed away. He became possessed during a practice..."

"What?" Ling Tian's face suddenly changed, as if he had been hit hard.

"How could this be... After so many years of separation, we are now separated forever..." He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, tears flashing in his eyes, as if he was reminiscing about the past. Suddenly, a painful expression appeared on his face, and he murmured to himself: "Brother Han... Brother Han..."

Looking at Uncle Fu's grief, Han Feiyu felt a pang of pain in his heart, and hurriedly comforted him: "Uncle Fu, please accept my condolences. I'm sure my father would not want to see you so sad even in the afterlife."

"That's right..." Ling Tian sighed, trying to suppress his sadness. There was only a trace of sadness in his eyes, and he whispered: "The path of cultivation is full of impermanence. Some people will eventually go one step ahead..."

After a while, Ling Tian seemed to remember something, took out a jade bottle from the storage bag, handed it to Han Feiyu, and said gently: "Xiao Yu, I see that you have reached the state of perfect Qi Refining, and you must be ready to break through the foundation. Here are a few foundation pills, please accept them."

Han Feiyu looked closely and saw five crystal clear pills lying in the jade bottle, with spiritual energy lingering and strange fragrance.

Those were five high-quality foundation pills! Such precious treasures are enough to make ordinary cultivators crazy.

However, Han Feiyu shook his head gently, and said in a firm tone: "Thank you Uncle Fu for your kindness, but... I want to break through the foundation with my own strength, and I don't want to rely on external objects."

Looking at Han Feiyu's resolute eyes, Ling Tian's eyes flashed with a trace of admiration, and smiled: "Haha, good! You are worthy of being the son of Brother Han, you have backbone!"

Putting away the jade bottle, Ling Tian said again: "Is there anything that uncle can help with?"

"Thank you Uncle Fu for your concern." Han Feiyu smiled and shook his head, and said softly: "My nephew just wants to find a quiet place to practice well. When the cultivation is complete, I will break through again."

"Is that so..." Ling Tian pondered for a moment, and said: "I left this place for many years because of the injury of my soul. I have been looking for the soul-nourishing wood to heal my wounds. I am not familiar with this place anymore."

"How about this, I will take you to the market and arrange a cave with abundant spiritual energy for you?"

Soon, the two came to the Huang family market.

Ling Tian generously rented a cave house used by Jindan-stage cultivators in Lingfu Residence, and brought Han Feiyu to the Spiritual Food Pavilion, ordering a table full of spiritual food.

TableThe table was filled with various delicacies: Lingzhi stewed green python soup, nine-turn fire sparrow wings, steamed dragon fish... Each dish was very valuable. After eating, it could not only fill the stomach, but also improve the cultivation.

For Ling Tian now, these spiritual foods are nothing, but for Han Feiyu, who has a shallow cultivation, it is a rare opportunity.

Han Feiyu ate with relish and enjoyed himself.

When they were full of wine and food, Ling Tian casually said: "By the way, Xiaoyu, I wonder if you have the soul refining formula?"

Han Feiyu slapped his forehead and suddenly realized: "Ah! I almost forgot. Uncle Fu, you gave my father the soul refining formula that year, and I forgot to return it to you."

As he said, he took out a jade slip, put it on his forehead, and his consciousness poured in.

After a moment, the jade slip glowed slightly. He handed it to Ling Tian and said, "Uncle Fu, the jade slip that originally recorded the Soul Refining Technique is still in the family."

"But I have also practiced this technique, and I have recorded what I have learned in this jade slip."

"It's just that the Yinhun Stone, the primer needed for practice, has been used up."

"No problem." Ling Tian took the jade slip calmly, his mouth slightly raised, and smiled: "I was injured in my early years and couldn't practice the Soul Refining Technique."

"Now that the injury has healed, I naturally have to give it a try. As for the Yinhun Stone, I will find a way to find it."

"Then I'll trouble Uncle Fu to take care of it." Han Feiyu smiled respectfully, with a trace of gratitude in his eyes.

Ling Tian nodded slightly, and then took out another 25 jade bottles from the storage bag, each of which contained ten high-quality Qi Gathering Pills.

These pills are crystal clear, and the spiritual energy contained in them can be clearly sensed even through the jade bottle.

"Xiao Yu, I'm leaving, and I don't know when I'll see you again." Ling Tian pushed the jade bottle in front of Han Feiyu, with a bit of concern in his tone.

"These are top-grade Qi-gathering pills, and you can take them after you break through the foundation-building stage. It should be enough to support you to practice to the late stage of foundation-building."

Han Feiyu looked at the priceless pills on the table and was stunned for a moment.

Even some immortal cultivation families may not be able to take out such a number of top-grade Qi-gathering pills.

He took a deep breath, solemnly put the pills into the storage bag, and said respectfully: "Thank you Uncle Fu for your kindness."

Ling Tian looked at Han Feiyu's respectful appearance, and a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

He pretended to sigh: "You look like Brother Han when he was young, which reminds me of the past. It's a pity that Brother Han left just like that..."