Do You Want a Dead Disciple!

The pillar of fire that shot into the sky lasted for two breaths before quickly withering, until finally only a trace of residual flame remained.

Yang An panted heavily. The Lighting Method he himself cast could not burn him in a short period of time.

So, while it seemed he was in the center of the flames, he had not actually suffered any burns.

On the contrary, because all his wounds had been ignited, his rapid blood loss had brought him to his weakest state.

He had no strength left in his body, as if he had been completely drained.

The black stains left by his burnt blood made him look messy, like a corpse wrapped in black mud.

Although the flames had instantly destroyed the Muckworm Children pressing down on him, his situation was still not optimistic.

At least half of the Muckworm Children around him were still intact, staring at him menacingly, ready to pounce at any moment.

Yang An mustered all his strength to try and get up from the ground, only to find it difficult to even move a finger.

Hoo~

He let out a long breath, finally giving up on struggling.

Come on! Bring it on!

Face me head-on!

The remaining Muckworm Children observed for a while, confirming that Yang An had no room to resist. They then swarmed forward, pouncing on him again.

A foul wind hit his face. Yang An simply closed his eyes. It was like this anyway, what else could he do but lie there.

But just then.

Clap, clap!

A loud clapping sound echoed in the darkness.

The Muckworm Children, who had been pouncing on Yang An again, instantly vanished without a trace.

"Uninteresting!"

The crane head glared fiercely at the Mother Diviner True Person. It knew that Old Man Fate Crane had intentionally let the Mother Diviner True Person stop at just the right moment.

Yang An was preparing to meet his death, thinking, My fate is sealed, but then nothing else happened.

When he opened his eyes again, Old Man Fate Crane had appeared before him at some unknown time, his kind and benevolent face squinting at him.

Yang An couldn't utter a word. He was on the verge of death and could only stare at Old Man Fate Crane.

What else did this old guy want?

"Tsk tsk, already done for? Too fragile!"

The crane head poked out from the side, spewing sarcastic remarks.

"Well done, but not enough."

Old Man Fate Crane smiled slightly, then extended his dry, ancient hand. In Yang An's sight, he slowly touched his chest.

His dark fingernails, like beast claws, gently pried open a wound on Yang An's chest.

Although Yang An couldn't move, a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

Buzz!

The next moment, Yang An was once again engulfed and consumed by the pillar of fire!

The endless red flames seemed intent on draining every last drop of blood from his body, leaving nothing behind.

Yang An's eyes widened. He hadn't expected this old guy to pull this stunt right before his death.

That devilish smile seemed to pierce through the flames and imprint directly onto Yang An's heart.

F**—YOU—MOM!*

Yang An trembled all over. He mustered the last of his strength and glared maliciously at Old Man Fate Crane through the flames, letting out a silent roar.

The crane head began to let out sharp, cackling laughter, as if it found the scene particularly amusing.

The flames, like a final burst of energy, lasted only two breaths before quickly extinguishing. However, Yang An's consciousness had completely blurred, leaving him just a step away from death.

He was now like a completely desiccated corpse, seemingly about to crumble into pieces at any moment.

But just then, Old Man Fate Crane's very surprised laughter reached his ears.

"To be able to persist for so long in the Lighting Method while maintaining one's sanity, even I have never seen such a mortal. This child is definitely not ordinary!"

"It seems I can finally take in a satisfactory disciple! Haha!"

The threshold for the Lighting Method was low; anyone could master it, but not everyone was qualified to use it.

Those with fragile minds might fall into complete madness after using it just once.

Even those with firm minds, after excessively consuming their own blood, would quickly fall into madness and be backlashed by the Lighting Method.

This was why Old Man Fate Crane had specifically spread the Lighting Method.

Only by remaining rational and persisting for a sufficient amount of time under the influence of the Lighting Method would one be qualified to become his disciple and receive his inheritance.

And Yang An not only remained unaffected from beginning to end, but even with all his blood depleted, he could still maintain his sanity and not be influenced.

For many years, Yang An was the only person Old Man Fate Crane had ever seen capable of reaching such a level!

He was also absolutely the most suitable person to cultivate the Fate Crane Sect's lineage!

"..."

Yang An lay quietly on the ground. Although he had heard Old Man Fate Crane's words, he couldn't feel happy at all.

Because he was dying!

If he still had the strength to speak at this moment, he would have used all his might to question the old man in front of him:

"If you don't save me soon, my corpse will get cold! Do you want dead disciples?!"

Perhaps sensing Yang An's urgency, Old Man Fate Crane chuckled and then looked at Mother Diviner True Person beside him.

"Mother Diviner, I need to borrow two egg yolks from you!"

Without waiting for Mother Diviner True Person's agreement, a pained hum suddenly came from her mouth.

The next moment, two fleshy eggs, still with blood threads, appeared in Old Man Fate Crane's hand.

He crushed the fleshy eggs, and golden liquid poured directly into Yang An's mouth.

At this moment, Yang An felt a warmth in his mouth, as if he had been force-fed hot, thick bone broth, accompanied by an unfamiliar, exotic fragrance.

This warmth entered him from his mouth and quickly spread to every limb and joint, as if filling his entire body in an instant.

It was like a person who had been frozen in ice and snow for three days and nights suddenly arriving in a warm, air-conditioned room.

After an unknown amount of time.

Gasp—

With the rise and fall of his chest and the clear beating of his heart, Yang An suddenly took a breath and sat up straight from the ground.

He greedily breathed in the air, which felt foul in the darkness, and his mind became completely clear at this moment. The despair of potentially suffocating at any moment had finally receded, and he could no longer feel it.

Looking at his body, apart from his clothes, there were gaps and holes everywhere. However, the wounds on his flesh had all disappeared and recovered as if nothing had happened.

Yang An felt that his current state was unprecedentedly wonderful; he was filled with inexhaustible strength and brimming with energy.

"Congratulations, Senior Fate Crane, on taking in a worthy disciple!"

Mother Diviner True Person's sycophantic voice cut in from the side.

Only then did Yang An belatedly raise his head and look at the figure standing before him, and the face that had always maintained a kind and benevolent expression.

The crane head beside him seemed to look at him with a hint of pity.

"This kid looks like an idiot. Why don't I just eat him?"

"..."

Hearing this, Yang An felt that if he didn't do something, the crane head might actually eat him.

He immediately got up quickly from the ground, then knelt down and bowed to the figure in front of him.

"Disciple greets Master!"

Seeing Yang An's swift action, Old Man Fate Crane immediately laughed heartily, filled with paternal pride.

For a moment, the air seemed to be filled with a joyful atmosphere.