"Fellow Daoist, the path of cultivation is inherently a journey against the heavens. Why not make an exchange?" Zhu Rong did not strike with lethal force, but instead began negotiating with Ye Tian. The Kai Ming Beast at the side had not expected this. Looking at Zhu Rong's back, its eyes were filled with confusion. It did not understand why its master needed to do this with his strength.
But without any new orders from its master, it did not dare act on its own. Moreover, ever since becoming a Fire Slave, the two most important things in the Kai Ming Beast's mind had been cultivation and obeying its master's commands. There was nothing else.
Hearing Zhu Rong's words, Ye Tian immediately smiled. "Senior, you flatter this junior too much. I am unworthy of such favor. Please speak plainly."
"Easy enough. I am quite taken with your Golden Glazed Fire. Would you be willing to part with it? The price this old man offers will certainly satisfy you." With a flip of his palm, seven flames of different colors appeared.
They were red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. Each possessed the ability to transform into all things, and each had different attributes, with corresponding offensive abilities for every battle.
"Master!" The Kai Ming Beast behind him stared at the flames in Zhu Rong's hand, its eyes wider than an ox's. These seven-colored flames were ancient relics. It was said that Nuwa had once used them to refine stones and mend the heavens. They were divine treasures that rarely saw the light of day. Trading them for Ye Tian's Glazed Fire was truly too great a loss. That was what the Kai Ming Beast thought, but it had no way to stop its master's willful course.
Ye Tian was