Yao Chen had refused to give Han Feng the Flame Mantra, but not because Han Feng lacked the right temperament, as he had claimed. It was just a cultivation method he had taken from the Secret Realm, not some family heirloom. What the hell did temperament have to do with it?
It was because the Flame Mantra was simply too dangerous. One careless mistake, and the practitioner would explode and die! Yao Chen knew Han Feng's willpower was not particularly strong. He could never withstand the terrifyingly violent surge of energy that came with merging Heavenly Flames. Attempting a merger would leave him with nine chances of death and only one of survival.
He did not want to see that happen to Han Feng. He would rather Han Feng steadily inherit his mantle as an Alchemist under his guidance and become the next Medicine Venerable! He could inherit all of Yao Chen's fame and fortune. Yao Chen had already paved the road for him and truly did not want him taking such risks.
But... Yao Chen had never imagined that being denied the Flame Mantra would become an obsession for Han Feng, driving him toward madness. Unfortunately, by the time he noticed, it was already too late. Han Feng had joined forces with Old Man Mu Gu of the Soul Palace, severely wounded him in a surprise attack, and stolen half of the Flame Mantra.
As he recalled his past with Han Feng, scene after scene, Yao Chen wanted to cry. But a soul body could shed no tears. Bitterness filled his heart. Sometimes, he even wondered whether everything might have turned out differently if the Flame Mantra had never existed. In the end, however, he found no answer.
"Let things take their course. He'll come back eventually. Once he