Chapter 101: Thunder Dragon Flame Control Art

  A fiery red jade slip pulsed with immense energy. Yang Tian took a deep breath, his heart brimming with hope as he channeled his spiritual sense into it. As his consciousness probed the slip, a searing pain suddenly shot through him, forcing him to withdraw his spiritual sense immediately.

  Staring at the red jade slip, Yang Tian grimaced. The flames surrounding it could harm one's soul. If he hadn't reacted quickly, that sliver of his spiritual sense would have been obliterated.

  "Two jade slips, and I can't open either? Is this some kind of joke?" Yang Tian muttered, clenching his fists in frustration.

  After some thought, he summoned the Golden Crow Divine Furnace and called forth the seed of fire it had been nurturing. The seed had grown slightly larger, its internal heat far more intense than before, though the surrounding arcs of lightning remained unchanged.

  Yang Tian carefully guided the seed toward the jade slip. As the seed made contact, it trembled violently, the lightning arcs around it surging erratically.

  "Sizzle!" The energy around the jade slip stirred, as if resonating with the seed. A thousand fiery rays burst forth.

  "Did it work?" Yang Tian's face lit up with a smile.

  In an instant, his spiritual sense was enveloped by a strange energy and drawn into the jade slip.

  Inside, it was like a world of molten lava, flames dancing everywhere. Yang Tian's spiritual sense felt as if it were being scorched. Above the lava, faint arcs of lightning flickered.

  Ahead, a translucent figure of an old man stood. Yang Tian's eyes widened in shock—it was the same old man from the painting, though this was merely a remnant of his consciousness.

  "I am Dan Xuanzi. If you, a descendant, have opened this jade slip, it means you possess a seed of fire with both thunder and fire attributes. Congratulations," the figure said with a faint smile.

  "I was a disciple of the Alchemy Sect. The Nine Dragon Flame Control Art is the sect's most profound flame control technique. However, my seed of fire underwent a mutation, preventing me from fully mastering the art."

  "After a lifetime of effort, I modified the Nine Dragon Flame Control Art into the Thunder Dragon Flame Control Art! This allows one to maximize the potential of a mutated seed of fire. I hope you, the chosen one, can carry on this legacy and pass it down. This is my greatest wish."

  Yang Tian was deeply moved by the old man's words. In ancient times, humanity had united to drive the Hundred Races from the Tianyang Continent, leaving behind countless legacies. Today, many families would rather let their techniques rot than share them with others.

  As Dan Xuanzi's figure began to fade, Yang Tian bowed deeply, filled with gratitude for this priceless gift.

  "Is this the legacy?" Yang Tian wondered, noticing a glowing orb left behind by Dan Xuanzi. Inside, faint arcs of lightning flickered, though they gave off an unusual aura.

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  After a moment of hesitation, Yang Tian reached out and touched the orb.

  Instantly, a flood of densely packed characters surged into his mind. The sheer volume of information overwhelmed him, and his head throbbed with pain.

  "Snap!" The torrent of characters continued to pour in until Yang Tian could no longer withstand it. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

  Time passed.

  When Yang Tian finally awoke, his head felt heavy and aching. He rubbed his temples and sat up, a wry smile on his face. He then focused his mind, delving into the knowledge he had received.

  **Thunder Dragon Flame Control Art**: By condensing nine thunder-flame dragon heads, one can master this art...

  The "flame mouths" were the sources of fire used in alchemy. The Thunder Dragon Flame Control Art involved condensing the seed of fire into a thunder-flame mouth for refining pills, though it also required a suitable cauldron.

  The art was divided into nine stages. Each stage allowed the practitioner to control an additional flame mouth, increasing the potency of the pills produced.

  After absorbing the information, Yang Tian couldn't help but marvel. Just the first stage required mastering a thousand seals, and the complexity doubled with each subsequent stage.

  "It seems I'll need to absorb more thunder tribulation energy," Yang Tian sighed. The Thunder Dragon Flame Control Art relied heavily on thunder energy. Without sufficient thunder energy, the pills produced would be of poor quality.

  He summoned his seed of fire, intending to put it away, but his expression froze as he noticed the purple lightning within.

  "What's going on?" Yang Tian muttered, examining the seed closely. The arcs of lightning within were incredibly fierce, carrying a hint of destructive power.

  "Is this the work of the art, or did Dan Xuanzi leave this thunder tribulation behind?" Yang Tian scratched his head, intrigued by the strange energy.

  After some thought, he took out a peak-tier blood weapon and guided a wisp of purple flame from the seed onto it.

  "Sizzle!" The blade trembled violently as cracks spread across its surface, rapidly disintegrating into pieces.

  "Incredible destructive power!" Yang Tian's eyes gleamed with excitement. He then took out a spirit weapon and repeated the process.

  "Crack!" This time, the damage was minimal, with only a tiny fissure appearing on the weapon.

  "This thunder is truly bizarre," Yang Tian mused, impressed by its potency. A single strike from this thunder would be devastating.

  "Hmm?" After a while, Yang Tian noticed that the purple lightning was absorbing energy from its surroundings, replenishing itself.

  "This is extraordinary. The thunder can regenerate on its own? Unbelievable..." Yang Tian muttered, growing more fascinated by the lightning. After observing it for a while, he stored the seed back in his dantian.

  "The Ancient Li Family, Yellow Dragon Valley, Yin-Yang Joy Sect, Jiang Family, Huang Family of Martial City, and the Ancient Holy Land..." Yang Tian pondered his next steps. He had made too many enemies, and his techniques had been exposed. Without the spatial jade slip as a trump card, he couldn't afford to be as carefree as before.

  "Whatever comes, I'll face it head-on," Yang Tian murmured, rising to his feet. The path of a true warrior was forged through blood and fire, tempering one's will to its limits.

  Unbeknownst to him, the Ancient Holy Land had deployed a celestial artifact, using its full power to track his location. A great crisis was closing in.

  Just as Yang Tian was about to leave, the carriage door was knocked urgently.

  "Something's wrong," Yang Tian thought, sensing the urgency. He opened the door to find Hong Ying, her face pale with worry.

  "Brother Yang, the Bi Family is attacking our caravan! You need to run. They won't harm you since you have no cultivation," Hong Ying pleaded, her voice trembling.

  "Don't worry. Maybe I can help," Yang Tian said calmly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

  "No, you can't! The Bi Family has sent many people to steal the Spirit Origin Fruit we found. Please, just escape while you can!" Hong Ying insisted, her anxiety growing.

  "Spirit Origin Fruit?" Yang Tian's eyes lit up. The fruit was known to help martial artists break through bottlenecks, even aiding in reaching the Profound Realm and condensing battle qi.

  "Don't worry, Hong Ying. It'll be fine," Yang Tian said with a soft smile, his gaze warm as he looked at her. "Don't you trust me?"

  Seeing the confidence in Yang Tian's eyes, Hong Ying felt a strange sense of reassurance, though she couldn't explain why.