Jian River.

The water was clear, shimmering with light.

It seemed like a long, giant dragon, winding around the Tianhuang Mountain Range, roaring past.

From time to time, faint roars of demonic beasts could be heard coming from the distant Tianhuang Mountain Range.

When Qin Feng arrived at the banks of Jian River, it was already evening.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, he planned to find a safe place to stay for the night!

Because the area was not far from the Tianhuang Mountain Range, there might be demonic beasts coming out of the forest at night to drink water by the river!

With Qin Feng's current strength at the Mystic Warrior 3rd Heaven, he couldn't handle even a slightly stronger demonic beast.

So, for safety's sake, it was better not to camp out in the wild.

Qin Feng walked along the riverbank for a while and finally found a suitable cave!

The entrance of the cave was located in a secluded mountain hollow, overgrown with withered yellow weeds.

If one didn't look closely, it would be hard to notice.

It was perfect for temporary shelter.

Qin Feng pushed aside the withered grass at the entrance and walked into the cave!

The cave inside wasn't large, only a few dozen meters square.

The ground was scattered with some dried-up droppings of demonic beasts.

However, those droppings were long dried, likely left by demonic beasts a long time ago.

Qin Feng waved his sleeve, sweeping the droppings to the side, and then sat cross-legged on the spot.

The environment in the cave wasn't great, and there was even a faint stench.

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But Qin Feng didn't mind.

He even felt it was more comfortable than staying with the Qin Family.

Having wandered outside for eleven years, what harsh environment hadn't he encountered?

Many times, he stayed in dilapidated temples in the wild.

When it rained heavily, he would be soaked to the skin.

There were several times he had high fevers, nearly dying.

But he was like a resilient blade of grass.

No matter how harsh the environment, it couldn't take his life.

Because of this, after being taken back to the Qin Family, he cherished it greatly, doing his utmost to please everyone in the family, hoping to gain their approval.

Unfortunately, no matter what he did, he couldn't warm the cold hearts of the Qin Family.

It wasn't until he was reborn that Qin Feng realized how foolish he had been.

To think he believed he could warm their hearts.

He couldn't.

Because they had no hearts at all.

But now, he didn't have to do that anymore!

From now on, he would live for himself.

Qin Feng shook his head, casting aside the distracting thoughts.

He slowly closed his eyes, focusing on cultivating.

As the Mystic Yang Technique operated, strands of spiritual energy from heaven and earth swarmed in from all directions, pouring into his body.

Finally, they were refined into pure Mystic Qi, entering the Mystic Aperture in his dantian.

After several cycles, Qin Feng discovered a problem!

He found that the speed at which Mystic Qi circulated in his meridians was getting slower.

Moreover, as the cycles increased, several main meridians in his body began to faintly ache.

In the past, Qin Feng might have thought it was due to his limited talent, making his cultivation slow!

But now he understood that it was all because of the chronic poison Qin Hao had given him.

That poison would slowly harm his body, corrode his spiritual roots, making him gradually fade into obscurity.

And eventually, the poison would erupt, causing his intestines to rot and die.

So, to solve the problem of slow cultivation, he first needed to find a way to detoxify.

Unfortunately, after leaving the Qin Family, he was penniless and couldn't afford to buy detoxification pills.

He could only take it one step at a time.

The night passed quickly!

The next day.

The dawn was just breaking!

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, exhaling a long breath of turbid air.

After entering a state of inner vision, Qin Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After a whole night of hard cultivation, the Mystic Qi in his dantian had only increased a tiny bit.

If he continued to cultivate at this rate, it might take decades to advance from the Mystic Warrior 3rd Heaven to the 4th Heaven.

No wonder when he died from the poison in his previous life, he was still only at the Mystic Warrior 3rd Heaven.

It wasn't that his talent was lacking!

It was because he had fallen victim to Qin Hao's schemes.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng's hatred for Qin Hao surged once again.

"Qin Hao, in this life, as long as I'm here, you won't have the smooth rise you had in the last life!

From now on, I will take back all the fortunes that should have been yours, one by one!"

Qin Feng muttered to himself!

He suddenly got up and quickly walked out of the cave.

Although in his previous life, Qin Hao obtained the Qiankun Tower at noon.

Qin Feng still didn't know the exact location where he got the Qiankun Tower!

So he could only set out early, walking around Jian River to see if the fortune was already there.

Leaving the cave, Qin Feng immediately proceeded along the banks of Jian River.

His eyes were sharp, carefully observing both sides of Jian River.

After walking for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Qin Feng's eyes suddenly narrowed!

He saw a bloody corpse lying quietly on the rocks by the river bend ahead.

The corpse was dressed in a simple golden robe.

There was a thumb-sized bloody hole in the chest, with blood gushing out.

Dark red blood trickled from the wound, staining half the river.

In the corpse's right hand, a broken sword was tightly gripped.

Qin Feng took a deep breath and quickly stepped forward.

He gently straightened the corpse, revealing a pale face.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a high forehead and an imposing nose, exuding infinite authority.

Additionally, at the collar of his clothes, a golden pill was embroidered, shining brilliantly under the rising sun!

"It's him, it's him!" Qin Feng's heart trembled.

In his previous life, after his death, a wisp of his soul followed Qin Hao.

He had heard Qin Hao bragging to his subordinates, saying that his fortune was obtained from a dead alchemist.

Wasn't the dead man before him an alchemist?

Qin Feng's gaze fell on the corpse's right hand, where a black Storage Ring was worn on his index finger.

Qin Feng gently pried open the right hand gripping the broken sword and took off the Storage Ring.

Since the owner was long dead, the spiritual imprint on the Storage Ring had dissipated.

With a thought, Qin Feng entered the Storage Ring!

Upon inspection, Qin Feng couldn't help but be overjoyed!

Inside the Storage Ring was indeed what he was looking for!

It was a small, incomplete gray tower, about the size of a thumb, very exquisite and delicate.

Moreover, the small tower only had the bottom three floors, with the upper floors missing.

Though it was just an incomplete small tower, it was an extraordinary treasure.

Back then, Qin Hao had risen to power because of this item, soaring to great heights.

Because this small tower was a spatial magic treasure, with countless uses, known as the Qiankun Tower!

Inside, aside from the different flow of time compared to the outside world, there was also a field for cultivating heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

In addition, the alchemist's Storage Ring contained many silver notes, spirit stones, and some finished pills.

"Haha, I've struck it rich, this time I've really hit the jackpot!"

Qin Feng was overjoyed, dripping blood to recognize the Storage Ring as his own, and wore it on his hand!

Since he had benefited from the alchemist, Qin Feng naturally wanted to ensure the alchemist was buried properly, to prevent the body from being exposed and eaten by demonic beasts.

So he quickly took the corpse to a nearby valley, dug a pit, and buried it.

"Now that the fortune that should have belonged to Qin Hao is mine!

I wonder what kind of expression Qin Hao will have when he arrives here and finds nothing?"

Qin Feng chuckled and left gracefully.