Anyone with a functioning brain knew the revised competition rules were aimed squarely at Tong Mingshan. No matter how many divine fires An Wuzhi and Zhu Xiangxin absorbed, it would do them no good, since they lacked the craft of artifact refining. Otherwise, Shi Chun would never have let the two leave the valley.
And now he was saying they might not be able to stop him?
Shi Chun truly had no idea what he was thinking.
Under his puzzled gaze, Tong Mingshan raised his hand, held up four fingers, and waggled them.
Shi Chun considered himself fairly clever, but even after staring at those four wagging fingers until he felt a little dizzy, he still could not figure it out. He simply stopped guessing and asked, "If you've got something to fart out, do it. Stop being mysterious."
He still doesn't understand? Tong Mingshan was a little surprised. This did not seem to match the Chief's usual cleverness. He immediately explained in a low voice, "I absorbed twenty-six. Twenty-four of them fused into twofold true fire. In other words, I now have only four divine fires, which puts me within the ten-divine-fire limit."
As Shi Chun listened, his brows gradually rose, his sudden understanding plain on his face. Instinctively, he checked his surroundings, then lowered his voice as well to confirm, "You can do that? They're bound to inspect you when you compete. Can those Two Samadhis, fused from twenty-four flames, get past their inspection?"
Tong Mingshan said, "I don't know either. That's why I only suspect they might not be able to stop me. I can't be absolutely certain. But there is one thing I am certain of: no one in today's Artifact Refining World should have seen the legendary samadhi true fire. If they judge only by