Phoenix Fire

On the surface, Qin Yi's life seemed like a drunken dream, but that was actually a misunderstanding...

It was only because An'an happened to come learn the flute that day, and Qin Yi wanted to arrange an ensemble, that such a scene occurred. During the two days after the Sacred Tree had just revived, when An'an had been too terrified of arousing Pixiu's suspicions to come over, Qin Yi had basically been in secluded cultivation.

So when he emerged from seclusion and returned to his room after two days apart, there had been that under-the-table scene with Yu Shang, as though three autumns had passed between them... It was not as though they played around like that every waking moment.

No matter when it was, strength was the foundation of everything, much less in these times when he could face enemies at any moment.

Qin Yi had little mood for leisure.

As the daytime bustle faded, An'an returned to curl up in her Little Castle. Qin Yi did not continue fooling around with Yu Shang either, and instead went to cultivate.

His place of seclusion was still the summit of the Sacred Tree. By now, no one would stop him. On the contrary, when he arrived, people fell to their knees in swathes before earnestly guarding every direction for him.

The main focus of his cultivation was the phoenix feather.

Qin Yi's fire seed had been formed through many fusions. The Witchcraft Sacrifice Fire he had obtained long ago was steady and helped with forming pills, but otherwise possessed practically no power. Then he had fused the Square Inch Tribulation Fire from the minor heavenly tribulation during cloud-riding, giving his flames hidden properties that made them convenient for sneak attacks, though it likewise did not greatly increase their power. It