A Trap Within a Trap

Sun Tao said no more and led Xiang Yang through the nine interconnected ice caves Fan Zhuxuan had carved into Snowfall Peak.

Of these nine ice caves, only two were used for daily rest and cultivation. Another two stored books, two held medicinal herbs, and the final three were entirely for pill refining and medicine brewing.

Xiang Yang had always wondered how one could light a fire to refine pills and medicines in an environment like Snowfall Peak on Little Merchant Mountain.

Only now, upon seeing this crimson three-legged cauldron as large as a water vat within the spacious ice cave, did he understand. With such a wondrous treasure, what need was there for fire?

Xiang Yang did not know whether the Crimson Copper Cauldron Sun Tao sought was truly meant for pill refining, but it was certainly an exceedingly rare and precious treasure, perhaps not even inferior to a divine weapon.

The great cauldron was crimson all over, with a rounded base and a swollen belly. Its three legs resembled ox hooves. The scarlet lid bore three ring-shaped handles, while its surface was covered in inscriptions whose true nature could not be discerned—resembling writing, yet also like paintings.

Beyond that, the most miraculous quality of the Crimson Copper Cauldron was its warm, sunlike heat. Within it seemed to lurk a blazing power capable of shattering stone and startling heaven. So long as someone guided it, it could unleash astonishing destructive force.

"the Crimson Copper Pill Cauldron is made of a special material. Whether it is even truly a pill cauldron is open to question, but as long as internal energy is poured into it, the heat it releases can be adjusted according to the amount of internal energy. It is a rare treasure.

"Xiang Yang, we agreed on this.