Chapter 683 The Dead Cannot Sleep Through This Endless Rocking

Chapter 683: Chapter 683 The Dead Cannot Sleep Through This Endless Rocking

"I understand, Senior." Fang Han placed his fist over his chest.

"I will remember your words. No matter how far I go in the future, I will keep them in my heart."

Lin Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"That is good."

Fang Han hesitated for a moment before asking the question that had been bothering him ever since the treatment began.

"Senior, there is just one thing I still don’t understand."

"What is it?"

"Why did I have to... go through that particular method?"

Even remembering it made Fang Han’s face turn slightly red.

Lin Feng wasn’t surprised by the question.

"As I told you before, it was simply the easiest path available to you."

"The easiest?"

Fang Han’s mouth twitched.

He wasn’t entirely convinced that the word easy was appropriate.

Lin Feng, however, continued explaining seriously.

"Your bloodline is called the Valiant Tempest Immortal Bloodline."

Fang Han immediately became attentive.

"As the name suggests, this bloodline requires certain qualities from its owner. You need to be ferocious when facing adversity, strong when confronted by enemies, and fearless when standing before danger."

Lin Feng looked directly at him.

"But there was a problem."

Fang Han swallowed.

"What problem?"

"You have never truly suffered."

Fang Han froze.

Lin Feng continued without holding back.

"You were born into a wealthy and influential cultivation clan. From the moment you were born, you possessed extraordinary talent. You had access to the best cultivation resources, the best techniques, powerful elders to protect you, and almost every advantage a cultivator could ask for."

Fang Han slowly nodded.

It was difficult to argue with that.

"Your life has been too smooth," Lin Feng said. "And while that sounds like a blessing, it also became a weakness."

"Your bloodline is called Valiant Tempest for a reason. It requires a certain spirit. A person who has never faced hardship will have difficulty awakening such a bloodline."

Fang Han’s expression gradually became thoughtful.

"So the problem wasn’t that I lacked talent..."

"Correct."

Lin Feng nodded.

"Your talent was never the problem. Your environment was."

He pointed toward Fang Han.

"You had never been forced into a situation where you had to completely expose your vulnerability and place your trust in the people closest to you. Today’s experience forced you to confront your embarrassment, abandon your pride for a moment, and trust those who genuinely cared about you."

Fang Han suddenly understood.

"So that was also part of the test?"

"Exactly."

Lin Feng smiled.

"It was the easiest way to stimulate the qualities your bloodline was lacking without actually sending you into a life-and-death situation."

Fang Han’s eyes widened.

"If you wanted to awaken the bloodline through the traditional method, you would have needed years of dangerous experiences, countless battles, and perhaps even several brushes with death."

Lin Feng shook his head.

"That would certainly work, but you wanted the fastest route right?"

Fang Han was speechless.

He had never imagined that the reason behind his cultivation bottleneck was something so simple.

Lin Feng then added,

"Remember this lesson. Sometimes a person’s greatest advantage can also become their greatest weakness. Your wealth, talent, and background protected you from countless hardships. But now that your bloodline has begun to awaken, you need to learn how to face challenges on your own."

Fang Han nodded firmly.

"I understand, Senior."

His eyes burned with determination.

"I won’t waste this opportunity."

Lin Feng smiled.

"Good."

The Medicine King had not merely healed Fang Han’s cultivation.

He had also given the young man his first real lesson in the Dao of life.

Fang Han smiled broadly, his earlier embarrassment gradually being replaced by genuine excitement.

He had finally broken through.

The bottleneck that had tormented him for almost two years had been shattered in less than twenty minutes.

For the first time, he could clearly feel the ancient power sleeping within his bloodline.

But when he looked up, he immediately noticed the worried expressions on the faces of his three fiancées.

They were still staring at him with complicated expressions.

Seeing them reminded Fang Han of something extremely important.

His smile slowly disappeared.

"Senior Lin Feng..."

He hesitated.

Lin Feng glanced at him.

"What is it?"

Fang Han lowered his voice, and his ears immediately turned red.

"About... my other problem..."

He couldn’t bring himself to say it directly.

Even now, remembering what had happened earlier made him want to find a hole and hide inside it.

"Can something be done about it?"

His voice was filled with a mixture of hope and embarrassment.

Lin Feng didn’t even need to read his mind.

He knew exactly what Fang Han was talking about.

It was about his inadequate little brother.

Lin Feng stared at him for several seconds before letting out a long sigh.

"No."

Fang Han’s heart sank.

Lin Feng shook his head solemnly.

"Life is not perfect. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you will find peace."

Fang Han’s expression became complicated.

"Senior..."

"Count your blessings instead of constantly worrying about things that aren’t important."

Lin Feng patted his shoulder.

"You have an ancient immortal bloodline, extraordinary talent, a powerful family, three beautiful fiancées who genuinely care about you, and now you’ve finally broken through the bottleneck that troubled you for two years."

He paused.

"And yet the first thing you worry about after becoming stronger is this?"

Fang Han lowered his head in shame.

He couldn’t really argue.

Lin Feng sighed again.

"There are some things in life that simply cannot be perfected. You need to learn to accept them."

Fang Han clenched his fists.

Although he was still unwilling to accept reality, he knew that arguing with the Medicine King would accomplish nothing.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng couldn’t help but think about the potential consequences if word somehow spread that he possessed a miraculous method capable of solving such a problem.

It would be a disaster.

Men from all over the cultivation world would probably come rushing to his courtyard.

They would bring mountains of treasures.

After all, since the dawn of creation, has a single man on earth ever looked down and said, "Nah, it’s fine, I don’t need a bigger tool"?