C90 Enemy Attack

Hearing this, the two of them calmed down a little. Just like that, they ate while talking. They ate for more than an hour, nearly two hours.

After the meal, Hong Feng gestured with his chopsticks and bowls. He said, "Father and mother, I'll increase your combat strength a little."

With a wave of his hand, a pile of items that could increase combat strength appeared on the table.

Father Hong waved his hand and said, "Feng, we're already old, how can we increase our combat strength? You should keep it for yourself."

Hong Feng smiled and said, "It's fine. It's just some medicinal herbs. Your son has a lot of them. He doesn't lack this. Besides, I don't need this. If I don't give it to you, who else can I give it to?"

After some discussion, Hong Feng finally won.

Just like that, more than half of the day passed in a debate. After all, Hong Feng directly took out the spiritual herbs after that. He gave it to the two of them to use.

Father Hong, Hong's mother, could tell the value of this thing just by smelling the medicinal fragrance. It was also for one hundred million reasons. No matter what, he refused to eat it.

After much discussion from Hong Feng, in the end, they had to put in a lot of effort before the two old men were willing to eat one stalk. As for the second stalk, they were unwilling to use it even if it meant breaking the sky.

However, even a stalk of spiritual grass took Hong Feng several days. After all, dissolving the medicinal strength was not a small task. Furthermore, Hong Feng's combat strength was not high to begin with, so his progress was also a little slow.

Hong Feng was also very helpless about this, and there was nothing he could do about it.

However, there was one thing that made Hong Feng feel very at ease. That was, his father, Hong's mother, had become an Advanced Battle Master with five thousand combat strength under Hong Feng's unreserved nurturing.

A few days passed just like that. On the fifth day, Hong Feng prepared to consume a spiritual herb to raise his combat strength to the peak of the warrior realm.

However, no one helped Hong Feng to dissolve the medicinal strength. It took Hong Feng an entire day just by relying on himself.

His hard work had paid off. Hong Feng had successfully become a peak warrior, and he was only a step away from breaking through to the Beginner Battle Master.

On the sixth day, Hong Feng walked out of the house and went to meet some familiar people. Of course, he still had to wear a cloak, otherwise, everyone in the streets would know that he was wearing a cloak. Everyone looked at him strangely, and Hong Feng really couldn't stand it.

Hong Feng saw some familiar people and left a lot of herbs. As for which step they could take, Hong Feng didn't know. After all, Hong Feng only lit one lamp for them. They needed to light the lamp themselves one after another.

After seeing Hong Jingkun, Hong Jingkun, as the young patriarch of the family, gradually became more attentive. He stopped playing around, and fought for every minute to cultivate, so that he could become stronger.

He was very happy to see Hong Feng. He had to drink with Hong Feng in order to enjoy himself. Hong Feng stayed behind to drink with him.

He saw the little girl, Hong Ran, whom he had saved. He saw many familiar faces.

However, one thing was that these people were all very enthusiastic.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. An old man came to find Hong Feng.

It was none other than Hong Men, the symbol of his blue clothes that would never change.

Hong Feng let him into the house. Hong Men looked at Hong Feng and smiled. "When I see little friend, I can't help but feel emotional."

Hong Feng shook his head, not understanding what he meant.

They came to a quiet place. There was a stone table and several stone stools. An old man and a young man looked at each other quietly.

The old man took a deep breath and said, "Seeing you is like looking at a young and frivolous me decades ago."

Hong Feng quietly looked at Hong Men. He knew that Hong Men still had something to say.

Unexpectedly, Hong Men was silent for a moment and let out a long sigh. He did not say anything.

Hong Feng looked at Hong Men and didn't say anything.

"Your life must be good for me!" Hong Men said with a bitter smile.

Hong Feng nodded. He didn't say anything. Because Hong Feng's life was indeed not bad.

Both of them were silent for a moment. Hong Men also returned to his normal state. He looked at Hong Feng calmly and said, "I can see that you are going to break through to the Battle Master. Perhaps I can give you some help."

Hearing this, Hong Feng said softly, "Thank you!"

He had no doubt that Hong Men would be able to help him. No matter how poor the son of heaven from a few decades ago was now, he would still have a lot of experience.

"Let me ask you a question first. Why do you want to cultivate?" Hong Men's tone was flat, as if he didn't want to know the answer. It was as if he was just casually saying it.

Cultivate? For a moment, Hong Feng was silent, not knowing how to answer. He was also asking himself in his heart, why?

After five breaths, Hong Feng said, "I cultivate to become stronger. I don't want to be bullied. I want to protect my family."

"What is your goal in cultivating?" Hong Men continued to ask.

Goals. This question was very heavy. Hong Feng did not know how to answer it. Hong Feng didn't have a goal for cultivation. He just blindly cultivated. Perhaps Hong Feng had wanted to satisfy his parents' expectations before, but now, his expectations had been fulfilled. What goals did he have?

He asked repeatedly in his heart.

"Stepping into cultivation is like entering an abyss. You can only move forward, there is no turning back. Even if you are forced, you have to find a reason for yourself, a goal, a goal that can give you endless motivation and persistence " Hong Men said from the side.

Upon hearing this, Hong Feng was still thinking in his heart. What is my goal?

"No goal, just like a walking corpse. Is there any meaning to living?"

" The hawkers on the street, their purpose of living is to earn more money and help their children a little more. "

"Those who practice martial arts are to make themselves stronger. This is also their goal."

"The clan is not in the right mind. Those who are in the wrong mind want to become the patriarch. That is also their goal."

"Although these examples are simple, they have a common goal. They will not give up and move forward for their own goals. Regardless of whether they succeed or not, as long as they do their best, they will be satisfied. Their lives will not be in vain. At this moment, I would like to ask... Where is your goal?" Hong Men said.

Hong Feng thought for a long time. He thought to himself, "That's right. Everyone has a goal. What's the point of living without a goal? What is your own goal?"

Hong Men looked at Hong Feng and slowly closed his eyes.

The sky turned dark in the blink of an eye. Hong Feng opened his eyes when the sunset glow appeared. His Qi was rising steadily. If it was the Hong Feng from before who had just revealed his true strength, the current Hong Feng was showing his true strength.

Hong Men also opened his eyes at the same time.

Hong Men looked at Hong Feng and said, "I'm leaving. Since you have found your target, let's move on to it."

Hong Feng only nodded, but he was very grateful in his heart. Hong Feng had found his target.

Now that he had a goal to strive for and a source of motivation, he could only wait to move on to his goal.

Hong Feng would break through to the Battle Master in two days, and become a true Battle Master.

Looking at the departing Hong Men, Hong Feng felt very grateful. Although this conversation seemed unnecessary, it was indeed a supreme fortune for Hong Feng.

It was better to have a goal instead of blindly cultivating.

The next day, Hong Feng took care of everything.

On the second day, Hong Feng was still fully prepared. He stayed in a secret room and decided to break through. Because no one was allowed to disturb him during the break, Hong Feng did not tell anyone where he was.

Hong Feng looked at the large pile of herbs and herbs in front of him. He also made up his mind to break through to the Battle Master in one go.

Smelling the fragrance of the herbs, Hong Feng also took two deep breaths. As he used a secret technique to keep the smell from leaking out, Hong Feng wasn't worried that the medicinal fragrance would be returned.

He didn't consume the herbs immediately to break through. Instead, he closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, reaching the peak of his cultivation.

After a few minutes, Hong Feng had finally reached his peak. His essence, energy, and spirit had all reached their peak.

After swallowing a medicinal herb that had been several hundred years old, it was assimilated by his combat strength. He ate three stalks at a time, and was no longer able to swallow them, because he had reached his limit and had to break through.

His combat strength, which was like a river, swarmed towards a certain place.

Boom!

A huge amount of his combat power charged forth and slammed into the bottleneck. Just like what he had imagined, the bottleneck did not crack open at all. It only trembled slightly.

Everything was within his expectations. Hong Feng rammed into the bottleneck dozens of times in a row. The combat strength in his body was also not much better.

He hurriedly swallowed several medicinal herbs to convert them into combat strength to replenish his energy.

Just like that, Hong Feng spent half a day to create a crack in the bottleneck. However, this wasn't enough. It was far from enough.

On the other side. Looking from the city wall of Hong Clan, the horizon was filled with people. These people were charging towards them with ferocious expressions.

The guards on the city wall hurriedly shouted, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"