Cliffside, mountain cave.
Chen Sanshi broke into the cave of an exotic White Deer.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
In an instant, he fired three arrows, shooting the White Deer dead on the ground.
"It's mine now."
Carrying the Zhenyue Sword, Chen Sanshi chopped down a large amount of firewood outside. Then he used the Mysterious Iron Cauldron to fetch a full cauldron of water from a nearby stream and stuffed in the Spirit Grain he had gathered from the fields.
Finally, he lit the fire.
He felt somewhat nervous.
If it failed again, and even the Mysterious Iron Cauldron could not withstand it, then perhaps the only option left was the incense burner at Ciyun Temple.
"Boom—"
The instant the flame touched the dry kindling, it turned into a crimson Fire Dragon, wrapping the entire cauldron within it.
"It worked!"
Chen Sanshi let out a breath of relief.
Though the Mysterious Iron Cauldron visibly warped under the scorching exotic fire, it could still withstand it for a short time and would not break immediately.
He began adding firewood in great quantities.
As long as he used lamp oil to ignite it, the fire would become exotic fire. But its consumption of fuel was outrageously high. Logs as thick as his arm had to be fed in one after another; the slightest pause would extinguish it, forcing him to waste more lamp oil to light it again.
If this thing truly came from the immortal realm, there had to be a specific fuel for it. It could not possibly be this troublesome.
Before long, Chen Sanshi had run back and forth several times. Fortunately, there was plenty of firewood on the mountain. Otherwise, it would never have been enough.
"Hum!"
The Mysterious Iron Cauldron hummed under the exotic fire's burning. Only when