Chapter 78: “Go take out Bai Feng.”
Me?
“Controlling fire isn’t that hard, you know.”
Bai Yu Mo slowly opened his eyes. Next to him, a jade slip inscribed with the “Mystic Fire Technique” lay—basically the fire control secret art that Lin Yan had gifted him before.
He summoned the Spirit Fire Lin Yan had given him. According to the jade slip, this flame was called “Xuan Fire,” which flickered with blurry images when burning—super mysterious and a bit spooky.
“Such an extraordinary Spirit Fire, and he just hands it out casually? Looks like Lin Yan’s got even better flames somewhere.” He stared at the Spirit Fire in his hand. “Could he really have an old grandpa hidden on him?”
Nah, irrelevant to me.
White Feng shook off the distracting thoughts. He summoned the Immortal Fire, and suddenly the room’s temperature seemed to rise a few degrees.
Meanwhile, the Xuan Fire, which he had left unsealed, squeaked in fright and shrank rapidly—originally the size of a fist, now just a peanut-sized spark.
Told you so—Immortal Fire isn’t so easy to tame.
White Feng frowned slightly. Unlike the malleable Xuan Fire, which felt like stretching and squashing clay, the Immortal Fire (Burn Spirit) was as hard as marble. He could only carve it slowly.
It’s like comparing a bicycle to a big truck: Xuan Fire is a bike—you might not know how to ride, but you can push or carry it. Immortal Fire, on the other hand, is a semi truck—you need driving skills to steer it properly, not just step on the gas and go.
Want to drive a truck? Either learn the controls or become Ultraman, grab the truck, and run.
But Bai Feng can’t turn into an Ultraman, so he can only choose the former.
“Good thing I have Yin-Yang Pattern helping.”
Besides copying or learning opponents’ moves, the Yin-Yang Pattern also speeds up learning.
He activated the Mystic Fire Technique again, pushing the Immortal Fire to master it as fast as possible and destroy Hei Lian’s inheritance.
With the help of the Yin-Yang Pattern, all the intricate details of the Fire Technique seemed to lay out right in front of him. In less than a day, he had become proficient. The once stubborn Immortal Fire now gently shifted shapes in his hand.
Next, he nonchalantly pulled out Little Qi’s sword from his storage bag. The longer this thing stayed, the more dangerous it got—it must be dealt with quickly!
The sword’s blade faintly emitted red glow, even trembling constantly—that meant the sealed inheritance inside was starting to act up.
“Is it because I left Little Qi’s place too long?” White Feng muttered to himself.
But never mind—soon, you’ll be gone from Little Qi forever.
Flame, ignite!
Suddenly, the flames coiled into thin threads wrapping around the sword.
The sword trembled more fiercely; the clash of power made it crack with a series of snapping sounds.
Crack crack…
Bang!
The ordinary Spirit Treasure sword couldn’t hold out and shattered into pieces under the force clash.
“Now’s the time!”
White Feng opened his eyes wide. The flames spun into more fine filaments, binding the Hei Lian inheritance tighter.
The blazing fire consumed it fiercely—black lotus inheritance could only watch as it burned away bit by bit.
And just when the last black lotus trace was incinerated, a ripple emanated from the inheritance.
A melodious voice echoed in the room: “It seems you’re her most important person. Let’s talk?”
White Feng said nothing—well, he practically showed his reply with action.
He intensified the flames, burning away the final scar of the inheritance.
“Useless. Even if you destroy my legacy, you can’t protect her forever.”
“It’s not me who chose her; she will join us, no doubt.”
“That’s her destiny.”
The charming voice kept echoing, but White Feng ignored it completely. When the last trace was burned out, the room fell silent.
He exhaled slowly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and spat at the shattered sword: “Talking to villains is never a good idea!”
Then he lit another fire, burning the broken sword to ashes.
Feeling slightly relieved, he thought, surprisingly, Hei Lian actually showed up—seems like she’s not giving up yet, and maybe he’s now a target of her obsession.
From now on, no more leaving the sect!
He took a deep breath, calmed his nerves, and stored away the Transmissive Array Disc of the Thousand Array Sect—what he risked so much to obtain from that secret realm.
Hopefully, it’s worth the gamble!
“Let’s see what this legendary inheritance that the Northern Region’s four great sects are raving about actually is.”
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Central Continent.
“Huh? I actually managed to destroy the legacy I left behind.” A woman dressed in black silk lounged on her bed, her fair arm resting on her forehead as she sighed, “Ah~ if only they were in Central Continent.”
She couldn’t believe someone actually protected her heirloom and destroyed her inheritance—well, that makes it more interesting, right? If her destroyer died, what would happen to her legacy then?
She licked her lips eagerly, already looking forward to that day.
A few youngsters had received a basic inheritance, and one of them was pretty promising. Time to dispatch that kid.
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Refining Divine Sect.
Zuo Qiu sat cross-legged on her bed, practicing. It was a blessing in disguise that Bai Yu Mo destroyed her sword—she avoided being caught for now, unlike others.
But whenever she recalled that scene, she clenched her fists.
Still too weak. No strength!
Just one sword—one little sword—was enough to beat her back. Is this what the Senior Sister of Tianjian Sect looks like, the possessor of the Celestial Bone? Even if she had that inheritance, she was no match.
Although she had encountered some surprises in the secret realm, it still wasn’t enough.
To beat Bai Yu Mo… No, better to hide from her. With her talent, she simply couldn’t catch up with that freak.
Unless…
“Do you crave strength?”
Suddenly, a melodious voice whispered in her ear.
“Who?” Zuo Qiu instantly tensed.
“Hehe, I can give you strength—more powerful than that sword.”
As soon as she heard “sword,” Zuo Qiu understood everything.
The voice belonged to the God Monarch organization from Central Continent’s Demon Path, the one her master mentioned.
How did the God Monarch find her?
Seeing her confusion, the voice chuckled and explained: “Hehe, don’t you remember fueling your spiritual power at the inheritance site?”
Zuo Qiu snapped to attention, furious. “You tampered with my spiritual power?”
d*mn it, she shouldn’t have been blinded by power and touched that ominous inheritance!
“Don’t be so harsh. It’s just a tiny surveillance technique~”
Zuo Qiu fell silent. She knew she probably couldn’t shake the God Monarch’s people anymore.
“And what’s the price?”
She looked up and hesitated before replying. She knew, after that inheritance incident, gaining power would cost something.
“Hehe, it’s simple. I want you to k*ll Bai Feng of the Heavenly Sword Sect.”
Zuo Qiu froze for a second, then pointed at herself. “Huh? Me?”
