Using His Hand as a Cauldron, Yao Lao Collapses!

Using His Hand as a Cauldron, Yao Lao Collapses! "Are Heavenly Flames really that precious? Why did one appear just because I casually raised my hand..." Xiao Yan scratched his head in confusion.

Hearing Xiao Yan's words, Yao Lao, who had already been on the verge of collapse, finally snapped. "Kid, I nearly gambled away my entire fortune and life for a Bone Chilling Flame back then. Where exactly did you get that Heavenly Flame?!"

"You can't see it?" Xiao Yan froze for a moment before suddenly understanding.

No wonder none of the Xiao Family members had reacted strangely when he obtained the Fallen Heart Flame in the square.

It turned out only he could see that panel!

"See what?" Yao Lao asked blankly.

"Nothing..."

Xiao Yan rubbed his nose and looked at Yao Lao slyly. "If I told you I have an Innate Heavenly Flame Constitution and can produce a Heavenly Flame every day, would you believe me?"

"An Innate Heavenly Flame Constitution?"

Yao Lao was stunned, then muttered endlessly to himself. "No wonder! This continent is unfathomably mysterious, with countless powerful constitutions—like the Woeful Poison Body, which cultivates by consuming poison, and the Divine Phoenix Body of the Ancient Dragon Clan.

An Innate Heavenly Flame Constitution does make sense.

That's it!

That must be it!

It has to be because of your constitution!"

Yao Lao grew more and more excited, speaking faster and faster. His eyes, fixed on Xiao Yan, were filled with madness and burning fervor.

"Xiao Yanzi, allow me to call you that for now!"

Yao Lao's eyes brimmed with barely restrained excitement. "With such a powerful constitution, combined with the Flame Mantra, becoming a Dou Saint in the future... no, even a Dou Emperor may not be impossible! How about we make a deal?"

"A deal?"

"That's right!"

Yao Lao looked seriously at Xiao Yan. "I know nothing else but alchemy! If you are willing to help me forge a body someday, I will teach you everything I know—Pill Refinement Techniques, Pill Formulas, Dou Techniques, and more!"

After secretly observing him for three years, Yao Lao could tell that Xiao Yan possessed both exceptional talent and character.

He was not a treacherous wretch like Han Feng, who would burn bridges once he crossed the river.

"Let me see your Mental Strength!" Yao Lao swept out a hand, his face once again bearing the bold confidence of old.

Boom!

Xiao Yan released his Mental Strength without holding anything back, and the smile on Yao Lao's face instantly froze.

"You..." Yao Lao pointed at Xiao Yan, coughing up blood.

This powerful Mental Strength was even stronger than his had been when he became a Tier-4 Alchemist!

"Is this the ability of the Mysterious Yellow Flame?!" Sensing that faint trace of mysterious yellow aura within Xiao Yan's Mental Strength, Yao Lao's old face trembled.

Heavenly Flames were extraordinarily precious. The Heavenly Flame Ranking recorded only twenty-three of them, and the abilities of each were described only vaguely.

So the Mysterious Yellow Flame enhanced Mental Strength!

"This kid is simply perfect alchemy material. If he obtains the Life Spirit Flame as well, who could possibly rival him in pill refinement?"

Seeing Yao Lao muttering to himself like a madman, Xiao Yan felt somewhat disappointed. "Is my Mental Strength too weak? Does it not meet the requirements to become an alchemist?"

"It meets them—more than meets them!"

Yao Lao was overjoyed. "Do as I say. Go to the warehouse and find a few medicinal ingredients. I'll teach you how to refine pills!"

Ten minutes later.

Xiao Yan returned.

"What I'm going to teach you is a Tier-2 pill, the Heart Stabilizing Pill! It only requires a few common medicinal ingredients!"

A sly glint flashed through Yao Lao's aged eyes. Teaching him a Tier-2 pill right away was meant to give Xiao Yan a small blow.

Once Xiao Yan failed, he would understand Yao Lao's worth and realize just how insignificant he was before the vast heavens!

"Wait!"

Xiao Yan hurriedly snatched back the ingredients. "These herbs are extremely valuable. There's only one set! If I weren't the Xiao Family's Third Young Master and hadn't made such a name for myself during the day, the Elder of the treasure pavilion would never have let me take them!"

"You want to refine it yourself?" Yao Lao wore an absurd expression.

Even he, once a genius of the Yao Clan, had failed several times when refining a Tier-2 pill for the first time.

Xiao Yan was a fledgling who had never even touched a pill cauldron, yet he wanted to refine a Heart Stabilizing Pill on his first attempt. Wasn't he being far too overconfident?

"Fine. I'll speak, and you refine!" Wearing an expression as though he were watching a joke unfold, Yao Lao began offering casual guidance.

Whoosh!

With a flick of Xiao Yan's left hand, deep yellow Mysterious Yellow Flame surged to life. He grabbed a stalk of Ningxin Grass and tossed it inside.

"Using your hand as a cauldron?" Yao Lao nearly cursed aloud.

This little brat did not even know what a pill cauldron was, yet he was so insane that he attempted such a difficult technique on his very first refinement!

Sizzle!

The moment the Ningxin Grass touched the Mysterious Yellow Flame, it was refined into a mass of white liquid that slowly wriggled about.

"He actually succeeded!" Yao Lao gaped in astonishment.

What kind of monster was this kid? He had never even touched a pill cauldron, yet his control over the heat was already this exquisite!

"What next?" Xiao Yan asked.

"Dixue Flower!"

"Shuanghua Dew!"

Yao Lao irritably listed several ingredient names. As if he were sulking with Xiao Yan, he could not even be bothered to explain the refining methods.

Xiao Yan scratched his head, pondered for a moment, then flicked his finger and ejected a clump wrapped in purple impurities.

"He even knows how to remove impurities?" Yao Lao looked speechlessly up at the sky.

You're no Innate Heavenly Flame Saint Body at all—you're an Innate Alchemy Saint Body. You can have the Yao Clan Patriarch's seat!

The crystalline white liquid slowly churned within the deep yellow flames. Like a white pearl, it was profound and mysterious.

When the flames vanished, a round pill spun merrily in Xiao Yan's left palm.

"Yao Lao, does this count as a success?" Xiao Yan asked uncertainly.

"It's done!"

A thousand beasts thundered through Yao Lao's heart. He did not even want to look at Xiao Yan as he gloomily returned to the Ring.

Damn it!

Xiao Yan's original Mental Strength had already been terrifying. Empowered by the Mysterious Yellow Flame, it had soared straight into the heavens! "If refining pills is this simple, why are alchemists still so rare?" Xiao Yan asked in confusion as he tossed the pill in the air.

"Hehe..." Yao Lao's smile collapsed.

Simple, my ass! Your whole family is simple! He should never have entered Xiao Yan's Ring. If he stayed any longer, he feared his Dao Heart would shatter!

"Teacher!"

Xiao Yan put away the pill and suddenly bowed. "Although it wasn't very fair of you to absorb my Dou Qi for three years, my father once said that kindness received must be remembered for a thousand years. I will remember every kindness you have shown me!

From now on, I will respect you as I respect my father!"

Yao Lao, inside the Ring, suddenly froze. Something soft within his heart was involuntarily touched.

"Teacher... How many years has it been since I last heard that title..." Yao Lao looked wistfully at his illusory body.

When that good disciple of his, who coveted the Flame Mantra and secretly tried to kill him, had stared at him with a ferocious expression, he had called him Teacher too.

"I hope I haven't misjudged someone again." Yao Lao murmured softly.

"Who's there?"

Xiao Yan's expression suddenly sharpened. He threw open the door and stared intently at the corner of the wall for a long while before returning to the room.

"Was my perception wrong?" Xiao Yan looked puzzled.

In the dark corner.

"He noticed me?"

"That's impossible!"

Ling Ying frantically circulated an Ancient Clan Secret Technique, concealing his aura. "I had only just appeared, and he immediately sensed me. Was it a coincidence, or..."

After withdrawing from the courtyard, Ling Ying looked back with lingering fear.

He was a Dou Emperor!

How could he be sensed by a mere Dou Zhe?...

The next day.

Early morning.

Xiao Yan had just stretched his body when a joyful aged voice came from outside the room.

"Third Young Master, the Patriarch requests your presence in the main hall!"

"Guests from the Misty Cloud Sect have arrived!"