Feng City.
Within the chaotic expanse of the Black-Corner Region, this place stood out as one of the few havens of peace.
That peace, however, stemmed from fear—its master was a Dou Huang, and not just any powerhouse, but also a 6th Tier Alchemist—the famed Han Feng.
Deep within the city, in a secluded loft veiled by silence, a man dressed in a green robe embroidered with a single maple leaf sat beneath the dim glow of a lantern. His gaze was fixed on the letter in his hand.
His features were refined and striking, black hair cascading loosely over his shoulders, and his body faintly emanated a soothing medicinal fragrance that drew others unconsciously closer.
As he read further, amusement glinted in his eyes. Slowly, the corners of his lips rose—until he finally burst into a low, mad laugh.
"Hahaha! Heaven truly favors me! The Azure Flame, ranked nineteenth on the Heavenly Flame Index—the Green Lotus Core Flame! If I can devour that, and then seize the mysterious Heavenly Flame hidden within Jia Nan Academy's Inner Academy... who could stop me? The realm of Dou Zong? Or perhaps even Dou Zun...?"
Excitement surged through his veins, but the sudden rise of emotion pulled at his inner wounds.
Han Feng's hand trembled as he crushed the letter into a ball. His face twisted in pain, a muffled groan escaping his lips as he clutched his chest. His aura flared erratically, rising and falling out of rhythm.
Moments later, he drew a deep breath, forcing his chaotic Dou Qi to settle and suppressing the raging Sea Heart Flame within his body. When his breathing steadied again, he leaned back with a bitter sneer.
"Damn it… this incomplete technique is a curse! Old man, I treated you as my father, yet you withheld the complete technique. You claimed I was unworthy, that it was 'not fated' for me. If I had that full technique, would I be suffering like this?"
The resentment that had been buried deep in his heart now festered in his gaze.
Yet, as the bitterness swelled, Han Feng suddenly laughed again—cold and twisted.
"Even so… even after your cruelty, I still honor you as my teacher. Once I consume both the Green Lotus Core Flame and that mysterious flame from Jia Nan Academy, I'll ascend to Dou Zun, return to the Central Plains, and claim the title you once bore. The name of Medicine Sovereign will once again echo through the continent."
He lowered his head, his tone soft yet chilling. "You'll be proud of me, teacher… even though you're already dead. Heh…"
Han Feng's laughter filled the room—warped, unhinged. The sound drifted through the tower, laced with something dark and malevolent.
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Far from Feng City, on the back of a soaring Blue Eagle, Liu Xi and Xiao Yixian cut through the sky toward the horizon.
Having obtained the Poison Controlling Technique in Black Seal City, Liu Xi had no reason to linger. The upcoming auction held little interest—none of the items listed rivaled even a single Dou Ling Pill in value.
Seated cross-legged on the eagle's back, Xiao Yixian's delicate fingers traced the ancient runes of her newly acquired scroll. Her bright eyes gleamed with fascination.
With her Woeful Poison Body, her cultivation speed was astonishing—barely half a year had passed, and she had already reached the strength of a 1-Star Dou Shi.
Though her nature remained gentle, her desire for strength now burned steadily. She wanted—no, needed—power to control her destiny.
Liu Xi, arms crossed, rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.
'I left enough clues for Yuan Yi… once the Black Seal Auction House acquires the Fragment of the Beast Flame Map, they'll realize they can't decipher it. Then they'll come begging for a Mighty Huang Pill.'
He smirked faintly.
'Unfortunately, I only know the fragment will surface two or three years from now. Who found it or when it's delivered to the auction house—no clue. Otherwise, I wouldn't need to wait. That fragment, the Three Thousand Lightning Movement, and the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill… all priceless treasures.'
He sighed, rubbing his temple. 'Han Feng can refine a 7th Tier Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill, meaning his spiritual power is at the peak of the Mortal Realm. Tricky… illusions might not work on him.'
Even Liu Xi felt a headache brewing—stealing from Han Feng would take cunning and precision.
"Young Master, are you not feeling well?" Xiao Yixian's soft voice interrupted his thoughts. Seeing him rub his forehead, she quickly set aside her scroll, concern flickering in her violet eyes.
Liu Xi lowered his hand and smiled, the earlier tension fading. "I'm fine, just thinking about the future. How's the technique? You like it?"
Her lips curved into a joyful smile as she held up the scroll. "It's incredible. I can feel my control over my poison Dou Qi improving already. With this, my cultivation speed might even double!"
Liu Xi nodded approvingly but warned gently, "Cultivation must be steady. Your progress these past months has already exceeded my expectations. The Woeful Poison Body grows rapidly, but you must temper your foundation. I'd rather you master your strength than let it master you."
Xiao Yixian's face bloomed like a flower, her expression serene yet radiant. "Don't worry, Young Master. I want strength—not just to control my poison, but to help you. The look on that sect master's face when you mentioned the Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva and the 7th Tier Sky Poison Dragon Scorpion Beast Monster Core said enough. Even in the Black-Corner Region, those treasures are near impossible to find. I… I want to share that burden."
Her voice was soft, yet the determination beneath it struck deeply.
Liu Xi looked at her—delicate, bright-eyed, yet unshakably resolute—and felt a strange warmth in his chest.
'She was meant to be protected… not to fight alongside me,' he thought. 'And yet…' A faint smile tugged at his lips.
'Well, I suppose my "bodyguard" has turned into someone I want to protect instead.'
"Alright," he said at last, chuckling. "If that's your resolve, I'll trust you. But we'll find the antidote method and the required treasures soon. I promise."
His voice softened. "Our next stop is Jia Nan Academy. There, you'll have the time and peace you need to cultivate safely. With your will, I believe you'll gain full control over your Woeful Poison Body."
Xiao Yixian nodded gently. "Mm."
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Now that his possession of a Heavenly Flame was no secret, Liu Xi knew various powers across the Black-Corner Region would be tempted. Most would hesitate, given his status as a 6th Tier Alchemist—but Han Feng was not most people.
That was why returning to Jia Nan Academy immediately was the safest choice. He could plot against Han Feng later—but for now, caution was his shield.
Without further delay, Liu Xi and Xiao Yixian sped across the skies.
After eleven days of uninterrupted travel, the silhouette of Peace Town, guarded by the patrols of Jia Nan Academy's enforcement team, finally came into view.
(End of Chapter)
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