Whoosh...
The Silver River Heavenly Shuttle swept swiftly through the void.
Two people sat cross-legged aboard the flying boat: Zhou Qingmei and Ting Tong.
At some point, He Pingsheng suddenly appeared, his face flushed crimson, several mouthfuls of blood spurting out involuntarily.
"Young master!"
"Young master!"
Seeing this, the two women hurried forward, both utterly shocked.
"How are you?" Zhou Qingmei frantically helped He Pingsheng up.
"Ah..." He Pingsheng sighed deeply. "Sure enough, not just anyone can subdue this Nine-Heavens Mystic Fire. I'm beginning to understand why that Body Integration Realm cultivator failed to refine it even by the time he died!"
Difficult!
Extremely difficult!
He Pingsheng had just gone into the magical treasure's space to try to refine the Nine-Heavens Mystic Fire.
As a result, he had nearly been burned to death by it.
Never mind refining the stuff-even merging with the tiniest wisp was almost impossible.
Enough to make him cough up blood!
Having such a treasure right before him yet being unable to use it truly made him want to cough up blood.
"What do we do, then?" Zhou Qingmei asked. "We went through so much trouble to obtain this treasure. If we can't refine it, what use will it have in the future?"
"Do we really have to wait until you reach the Mahayana Emperor Realm before you can refine it?"
He Pingsheng shook his head. "Not necessarily. I've already got a few ideas. Let's return to Vermilion Bird Emperor City first!"
Their business was finished. It was time to return.
When He Pingsheng had left, he had told Qiao Huizhu that he would not be away for long.
Yet more than forty years had passed since his departure!
As for how to refine this flame, He Pingsheng truly had no better method, but one possibility