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"Fellow Daoist Qin, Crimson Flame Mountain lies ahead."
On this day, Qin Fengming, who had been cultivating in seclusion inside the Divine Machine Mansion, suddenly heard a voice transmission. Upon hearing it, he immediately flew out of the Divine Machine Mansion.
His destination this time was Crimson Flame Mountain, to fulfill the promise he had once made to Flame Soul.
"Sorry for the trouble, Fellow Daoist He. You can return to the Divine Machine Mansion now, or remain outside Crimson Flame Mountain." Looking at the scorching land before him, Qin Fengming cupped his fists toward He Xuan and spoke.
Toward a mid Spirit Severing cultivator, Qin Fengming naturally showed the proper courtesy.
He Xuan had originally harbored little goodwill toward Qin Fengming, but after consuming large amounts of Qin Fengming's precious spirit herbs, pills, and soul essence, his earlier resistance had vanished.
As the saying went, one became soft-spoken after eating another's food and hesitant after taking another's gifts. He Xuan was no exception.
At the same time, he understood clearly that although the young cultivator before him was only at the peak Integration stage, his strength was no weaker than He Xuan's current strength. If they truly fought to the death, even after advancing to the mid Spirit Severing stage, He Xuan might not be his match.
He Xuan did not hesitate. He directly entered the Divine Machine Mansion.
The Divine Machine Mansion contained dense yin energy, which naturally benefited He Xuan greatly. Thus, he would rather stay inside the Divine Machine Mansion than remain outside merely for the sake of face.
After putting away the Divine Machine Mansion, Qin Fengming did not linger. His figure flashed, and he flew directly toward the small Marketplace he had visited before.
Hovering in the air, Qin Fengming looked at