Burning Qin Spins a Cocoon, Not to Bind Himself; Butterfly Wings Stir Mountains and Rivers

"So, this was your plan?"

"When he advanced, you retreated; when he retreated, you advanced—all just to toy with Ai Cangsheng?"

In the Relics of the Gods, Elder Sang stretched his limbs while tilting his head to look hesitantly at his beloved disciple before him.

Thanks to my disciple Shou, I was reborn again.

Reborn as a Half-Saint of fire-elemental profundity, beginning by attaining enlightenment in the Relics of the Gods, and even mastering a variant of Divine Mind Penetration's Dragon Fusion Burn—Wuxiu's Scarlet-Scorching Hand.

Elder Sang was very satisfied with this life.

He caressed his brand-new body, feeling that silky smoothness again after so long.

The skin of this new body was fair and delicate, seemingly breakable with a puff of breath, so perfect that it had only one flaw left.

He touched his head. That little bald patch still had not been cured.

The excessive work he had done at Fen Qin in the past seemed to have caused not temporary bodily damage, but permanent mental trauma.

"What a pity..."

Elder Sang merely sighed like that.

Soon, he withdrew his thoughts and stopped indulging in his beautiful body.

A beautiful woman was but a skeleton in rosy flesh.

No matter how beautiful his skin and flesh were, once he activated Wuxiu's Scarlet-Scorching Hand or Wuxiu's Scarlet-Scorching Body, he would swiftly return to that withered state from before.

At times, Elder Sang envied Second-Generation Divine Mind Penetrations such as Ba Zunan's Sword Mind, Mei Suren's Sword Image, and Wei Feng's Slayer God Domain, which injured the inside but did not greatly harm the skin.

But on second thought, he had at least mastered Divine Mind Penetration and held a trump card comparable to Ancestral Source Power, ready to be unleashed at the right time.

While some people...

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