Chapter 80: Ancient Flame Of The Nanling Mountain Range

Qingyang Prefecture, Yuheng Merchant Guild.

Although Cao Ying had not yet reached the Sixth-Rank Grandmaster realm, her perspective was by no means comparable to ordinary people.

Even through just a projected image, as the young man’s blood-red spiritual energy surrounded him, the young girl could clearly feel an extremely terrifying aura of slaughter.

Coupled with Zhao Yan’s personal points, which had gradually increased to over five thousand, he was even far ahead of Leng Ruoyao.

And the black-robed person beside him, who was still leisurely enjoying his tea with an undisturbed expression.

All of this caused Cao Ying’s charming and beautiful face to involuntarily show a few more expressions of astonishment.

After careful consideration, her gaze towards the black-robed person held even more profound dread.

This so-called member of the Zhao family probably knew long ago that Zhao Yan was no ordinary person.

Perhaps, this old monster was secretly mocking her astonished appearance.

However, Xiao Yanyan at this moment was not as confident and in control as Cao Ying thought.

At this moment, the young girl was extremely confused by Zhao Yan’s astonishing performance and was engaged in a heated discussion with Master Liu in her mind.

“Master Liu, three years from now, do you really think I can defeat him?”

Xiao Yanyan knew that Leng Ruoyao’s strength was extraordinary, and when she saw that the latter had over two thousand points, she could also accept it calmly.

After all, Leng Ruoyao’s reputation in Qingyang Prefecture had been considerable for a long time.

But even facing such a powerful opponent, Zhao Yan’s personal points were more than double that of Leng Ruoyao. How could she win?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yanyan’s worries grew deeper.

“Yan’er, this Zhao Yan is not simple.”

“But you are cultivating the Yan Technique, the master of all fires. The more this spirit technique is cultivated to the later stages, the more extraordinary its power will be.”

“However, this Zhao Yan is indeed outstanding.”

“This is also my fault for absorbing your spiritual power over the past few years. Otherwise, I believe you would not be much inferior to him.”

Saying this, Master Liu couldn’t help but feel a sense of inexplicable guilt.

Master Liu gazed at the determined girl in front of him, seeing all the hardships and efforts Xiao Yanyan had put into her cultivation journey.

“Master Liu, please don’t say that. If it weren’t for your careful guidance, I wouldn’t have been able to become a Spirit Medicine Master, let alone cultivate the Yan Technique.”

“During the time I spent with you, I am truly very grateful to you.”

Xiao Yanyan seemed to hear the guilt in her master’s tone, and she said gently.

“Yan’er.”

“When we return, we need to speed up our actions. I remember there is an ancient flame in the Nanling Mountain Range.”

“We will go when you are ready to absorb the spirit materials and pills.”

Master Liu listened to Xiao Yanyan’s words and felt very gratified.

As expected of the disciple she had chosen, Xiao Yanyan was not only steadfast but, more importantly, loyal and righteous, which was what Master Liu valued most.

“Okay, Master.”

Hearing Master Liu’s words, Xiao Yanyan nodded silently.

“Old Sir, the young master is truly a hidden dragon, a crouching tiger,” Cao Ying said with a charming laugh, her gaze falling on the black-robed person.

The black-robed person continued to sip his tea indifferently, as if he hadn’t heard Cao Ying’s words.

Seeing this, Cao Ying frowned slightly.

“Yan’er.”

Master Liu’s reminder brought Xiao Yanyan back from her thoughts, and she said in a deep voice, “Actually, I didn’t deliberately hide anything.”

Didn’t hide much?

Hearing Xiao Yanyan’s words, Cao Ying almost burst into laughter.

This old sir is truly humorous. Based on what was seen in the projection, whether it was his talent, appearance, or his supposedly strange temperament, it had all changed drastically.

Yet, this old sir could say so calmly that he hadn’t hidden much, it was practically lying with his eyes open!

However, this also indirectly reflected the caution of the Holy Zhao Clan; they were unwilling to reveal any information about Zhao Yan.

Speaking of which, apart from the troublesome Xuanyuan Aoqing, Cao Ying herself was facing a big problem.

Her so-called father was eager for her to marry so that he could take over the power in her hands.

And the people he introduced to her were simply good-for-nothings.

The intention was obvious: to sideline her.

But that old scoundrel stood on the side of righteousness, so Cao Ying couldn’t directly refute him.

However, rather than being constrained by her father like this, she might as well take the initiative.

Thinking of this, Cao Ying’s beautiful eyes, as she looked at the young man in the projection, instantly became radiant.

Returning to Xiao Yanyan’s side, the situation was actually much simpler than Cao Ying imagined.

The young girl was only worried about speaking too much and revealing more flaws, which was why she said some ambiguous words.

Perhaps even the young girl herself did not expect Cao Ying to be able to fantasize so much.

“Bang!”

“Young Master Yan, it’s my fault, please accept my apology.”

In this crowded scene, and under the gaze of countless replicated images from the projection jade pendant.

The moment Zhao Yan’s personal points finally settled at five thousand five hundred and thirty-two, Sun Qingxiong, who had appeared before him at some point, slammed his knees heavily onto the ground.

As he forced himself to stand up while enduring the intense pain, the reason that had been clouded by anger returned to his mind.

He should have realized long ago that the young man’s extraordinary noble aura, and the inexplicable kneeling of An Qianfeng and the other person, were enough to indicate how extraordinary the young man’s background was.

Moreover, the voice that had shaken his soul and torn it apart belonged to a master whose strength was beyond his imagination.

From thousands of meters away, without most people noticing, he could be severely wounded.

Besides existences at the Title Venerable realm and above, he could hardly imagine who else could achieve this.

But his obsession with the honor of seven consecutive academy and personal first place, coupled with his resentment towards Ming Zhiyuan, made him not overthink.

Instead, he was dominated by anger and desire.

“Slap, slap.”

The sound of Sun Qingxiong slapping himself echoed exceptionally loudly in the silence of the crowd. In less than ten seconds, blood continuously flowed from the corners of Sun Qingxiong’s mouth.

“This! Sun Qingxiong is, after all, a dignified Grandmaster realm expert. Even if he made a mistake, he shouldn’t be so humble to a junior,” someone said with astonishment.

“Isn’t that right? Even if that Yan Zhao has boundless prospects in the future, isn’t Sun Qingxiong’s behavior a bit excessive?” another person echoed.

Just then, an elder in luxurious attire among the crowd coughed a few times, successfully attracting everyone’s attention.

Stroking his graying beard, he gazed at the crowd with deep eyes and slowly said, “Sun Qingxiong, who has cultivated to the Grandmaster realm, is naturally not a foolish person. Therefore, this means this child…”

“Cough, cough…”

The elder suddenly stopped speaking, seemingly hesitant about what to say next, causing the surrounding crowd to let out a burst of boos.

He just shook his head slightly and did not speak directly.

This made many people present curse this old man for stopping midway, weren’t they just trying to pique their curiosity?

(Mortal Fire, Spirit Fire, Heavenly Fire, Ancient Fire)