C2 Xuan Dan

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat. He then let out a self-deprecating laugh. Right now, he didn't even have the most basic sense of alertness …

"Come in." Zhang Fan's eyes dimmed, and he let out a long sigh.

"Squeak!"

As the door opened, the little loli came in while carrying a bowl of rice. She then looked at Zhang Fan timidly and said, "Young Master, old master is here to see you."

"Huh?" "Before he could react, a middle-aged man walked in from outside. He was very handsome, with a pair of bright and lively eyes, a tall and powerful body, and a sharp aura along with a unique majesty. He was Zhang Fan's father, Feng Batian!

"Is this his father?" Looking at the man in front of him, Zhang Fan's heart trembled. He was an orphan in his previous life and had never felt fatherly love before. However, the word 'father' had always been unfamiliar to him, so when he saw Feng Batian, his expression changed to one of astonishment.

Feng Batian glanced at Zhang Fan's pale face, and clenched his fists tightly. After a long time, he let out a long sigh and asked, "Ling'er, how do you feel?"

Hearing the man's words, Zhang Fan's lips moved, but he did not say anything. He did not know what to say.

Seeing Zhang Fan's dejected expression, Feng Batian's expression softened. This is a Xuan Core, take it. It should help your body recover faster. Also, you are not allowed to run outside anymore. Even if you do go out, you must bring along the family's guards. "

While speaking, Feng Batian took out an exquisite porcelain bottle and handed it to the little loli. He glanced at Zhang Fan once more, took a deep breath, and left.

Looking at the departing back view of Feng Batian, Zhang Fan seemed to see a sense of loneliness.

After Feng Batian left, Ouyang Xian'er looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Young Master, the truth is that old master is a very good person. "Rest assured young master, my current strength is at the level of a Third Rank Warrior. I'll train hard in the future and protect you."

The dejection on Zhang Fan's face deepened. Being protected by a little girl, how could he endure this?

However, Zhang Fan was still somewhat surprised. According to his memories, the little loli's Third Rank Warrior strength could be considered the same as what he had in his previous life. At the same time, he could deal with three or four ordinary men … What about him? Forget about the big man, even a little girl pushing him would make him faint.

He was not someone who could live his life in obscurity and mediocrity. If he could, he would still choose to be a martial artist. No matter how much suffering he suffered, he would still choose to do it.

Seeing the absent-minded Zhang Fan, Ouyang Xian`er didn't know how to comfort him. She looked at the porcelain bottle in her hand and said, "Young Master Feng, take this. This pill will be very beneficial to your injuries."

Zhang Fan raised his head and looked at the porcelain bottle in Ouyang Xian`er's hand. A trace of curiosity appeared in his black eyes, and he immediately took it.

The porcelain bottle felt very smooth to the touch, as if it was caressing silk. Lightly opening the bottle, a strange medicinal fragrance immediately wafted out from the bottle. At this time, Zhang Fan felt as if all the pores on his body were about to open up.

"Young master, this is a Tier 3 Xuan Core. The old master treats you so well." The little loli's voice was filled with sweetness and cuteness, giving people the impression that she was as cheerful and pleasant as a bird.

Feng Ba Tian had treated him very well, but this was what made him suspicious. In this world where the strong were revered, trash was the one that was looked down upon the most, but his father did not seem to have any harsh treatment for him. This undoubtedly surprised him, but in his heart, he began to have a favorable impression of Feng Ba Tian …

After the little loli had walked for a while, Zhang Fan half sat up. He opened his palm and an exquisite porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.

He opened the bottle once more, and the peculiar pill fragrance gushed out of it once more.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but to take a deep breath. His entire body felt comfortable.

Surprise flashed across his black eyes. Zhang Fan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and tilted the porcelain bottle. A round, pure, and white pill appeared in Zhang Fan's palm.

Now that the bottle was gone, the strange medicinal fragrance became even stronger. The entire room was filled with this strange fragrance.

In his original body's memory, this was a medicinal pill that had been refined for an alchemist. This medicinal pill was called a Xuan Core, a Grade Three or above pill that could only be successfully refined by a Tier 3 alchemist.

Looking at the pill in his hand, Zhang Fan was a little reluctant to swallow it down.

In the end, after some hesitation, Zhang Fan still couldn't resist the temptation to put it into his mouth.

The pill dissolved in his mouth, turning into a warm liquid and flowing into his mouth.

At first, Zhang Fan didn't feel anything. But suddenly, he felt the pores on his body open up once more, and then he started to heat up. He could clearly feel a stream of air flowing through his body, turning him into a god.

Zhang Fan was stunned. Then, a look of ecstasy appeared in his eyes, as he quickly sat up with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. He carefully guided the stream of Qi through his body.

The next morning, when the first ray of light shone down, Zhang Fan, who was sitting cross-legged on his bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

A trace of uncontrollable joy appeared on his face. He felt a tiny bit of air current remaining in his body, and his body trembled slightly. His heart was filled with excitement.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if he was suppressing the excitement in his heart. At this moment, he was certain of one thing. That time, the body of this world could similarly cultivate the Purple Clouds Art!

After a night of cultivation, he could feel a stream of air flowing through his body. Although this stream of air was exceptionally weak, but it was real, and no matter what, he had a foundation now, so of course, he had to thank that Xuan Core for everything. If it wasn't for the Xuan Core, he wouldn't have been able to condense it so quickly, and Zhang Fan's body had already recovered.

Zhang Fan stretched lazily, causing crackling sounds to ring out. Zhang Fan had been sitting here for an entire night, and even though he wasn't used to doing anything in his past life, he still felt a little uncomfortable in this world.

After lying down comfortably for a while, Zhang Fan lifted off his blanket and got out of bed. After a night of rest, his body was fully recovered. Speaking of which, after coming to this world, he had yet to see what the outside world looked like.