At a thought from Chen Mu, his Divine Sense drew the speck of flame toward him.
The flame drifted up, deepening to a dark crimson. A lotus shape appeared within it, its petals layered one over another.
Before it even touched his palm, his skin began to burn. Even his body, tempered through rigorous training, could not bear the heat.
"This is Red Lotus Karmic Fire..."
A strange light entered Chen Mu's eyes. Then he let out a long sigh.
"She bore a blood feud in life, and in death, it bore karmic fruit."
"So it seems you truly were blessed with great fortune."
Chen Mu had seen Yan Qing wield Red Lotus Karmic Fire when they fought.
The tiny flame in his palm carried unmistakably the same aura.
It was the final gift Feng Niang had left behind after her death.
She had gathered all her resentment and blood-soaked Baleful Intent, along with the Karmic Slaughter she had wrought over the years, and forged them into this Karmic Flame Seed.
How could Chen Mu fail to understand now?
There had to be a reason those Evil Monks had singled her out back then.
The rumors of strange omens descending from heaven at her birth were probably true.
He did not know what made her extraordinary. Perhaps she had possessed an exceptional constitution for cultivation.
But calamity had struck her, and now only this seed of fire remained.
After some thought, Chen Mu put the seed away rather than refining it at once.
He wanted to know what divine ability it might produce once refined.
But now was not the time.
As the remnants of the two women's souls faded, strange changes swept through all of Nine Parasol Village.
Outside the well, beneath the village archway.
Xiao Wenbin and the