The pill refinement began.
Tang Zhen stood beside the Medicine Cauldron, and Nine Dragon Lightning Flame surged up from his palm.
Red flames mingled with flashes of lightning, while the phantoms of nine fire dragons coiled and roared within them. The instant the flames appeared, the entire Nine Dragon Fire Altar was lit crimson-gold.
Xiao Fan stood on the other side.
Colorless Fire rose from his palm.
The flame was nearly transparent, yet a ring of cold white patterns edged it, like winter snow falling upon an invisible sea of fire.
The two flames entered the cauldron.
One fierce, one cold.
One expanding, one contracting.
Tang Zhen's Nine Dragon Lightning Flame was responsible for refining the main ingredients, its domineering blaze swiftly unlocking the medicinal properties of the Fire Bodhi Fruit and Red Flame Spirit Ganoderma.
Xiao Fan's Colorless Fire, meanwhile, was responsible for removing impurities. Bone Chilling Flame formed an exceedingly thin cold film around the core of the medicinal liquid, preventing the fire-aspected ingredients from clashing too soon.
One medicinal ingredient after another was tossed into the cauldron.
When the Fire Bodhi Fruit melted, its crimson juice churned like magma.
When the Earth Core Fire Lotus Seed entered the cauldron, the waves of flame within abruptly soared.
The Fire Soul Grass was like a wisp of spiritual flame. The moment it entered, it tried to flee, but Xiao Fan's Colorless Fire gently swept around it, and it obediently dissolved into medicinal liquid.
The more Tang Zhen refined, the more alarmed he became.
He finally understood why Xuan Kongzi had recommended Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan's fire control was not merely powerful.
It was simply too steady.
So steady that he seemed to have seen through everything in advance—when each trace of medicinal potency should open, close, shed impurities, or