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On Mount Tai, Yu Youya gazed at the rising red sun in the morning and said, "Reporting to the Master, I have followed your orders to go to the Imperial Capital. Yu Xuanliang wishes to borrow your Sun Refining Cauldron to eliminate the Yin Soldiers."
"Eliminate the Yin Soldiers?" Nangong raised an eyebrow. "Does he really think of himself as a savior? The Yin Soldier Army avoids me like the plague; why would I lend him my cauldron?"
Yu Youya hesitated for a moment and replied, "Yu Xuanliang is persistent. If the Master does not wish to oblige, he will come personally to the Mount Tai Fengshan Platform."
"Just a mere mortal," Nangong scoffed as he stood up. He looked at the Sun Refining Cauldron floating on the Altar of Sacrifice, surrounded by nine dragons, exhaling clouds and mist while absorbing the primordial Purple Qi emanating from the rising Great Sun.
The Purple Qi swirled around, nourishing the cauldron's body. Within the Sun Refining Cauldron, a sound akin to a phoenix's cry echoed—a mark of the Golden Crow. A surge of Great Crimson Fire from the Golden Crow poured out from the cauldron's mouth and was inhaled by Nangong.
Nangong Dao declared, "Now that I am already half a step into the Supreme realm, today I can fully enter the Supreme Realm. At that time, all Deities will become my prisoners. Yu Xuanliang, Yang Hao, and Old Scholar will all become offerings for my cauldron."
"Hahaha!" A hearty laugh echoed as Song Qianqiu descended from the mountain, fanning himself with a folding fan, exuding charm. "Master Nangong is truly a great hero! Yu Xuanliang, Yang Hao, and Old Scholar are indeed nothing to worry about. I thought my Yin Soldier Army and Corpse Demon dared not approach Mount Tai due to the imperial aura from past sacrifices; little did I know it was because you were here."
Nangong shot a sidelong glance at Song Qianqiu and said, "I wondered who it was; turns out it's you, traitor."
Song Qianqiu replied, "Master Nangong jokes! Back when I was with Azure Cloud Sect, I remained loyal to you. Others may have betrayed their sects, but for you, Master Nangong, this is truly disheartening."
Nangong Dao retorted, "At that time, it was my son Nangong Lin who contacted you. There are many like you—how could I remember every Tom, Dick, and Harry?"
Song Qianqiu nodded and said, "It seems that firecracker didn’t misfire back then. I secretly transported Azure Cloud Sect's treasury and bought countless pounds of gunpowder and saltpeter. It took me two whole years to bury it beneath Azure Cloud Hall. Not being able to send you off to the West is indeed a debt I owe."
Upon hearing this from Song Qianqiu, Nangong's brows furrowed tightly as he glared at him and questioned, "Was it you who blew up thousands of my Serpent Cult followers along with Qingyun?"
"Who else would it be if not me?" Song Qianqiu chuckled.
Nangong nodded and said, "Very well. After two years, I didn't expect someone from the Azure Cloud Sect to act so arrogantly in front of me."
Song Qianqiu waved his folding fan and replied, "You should inquire a bit. Nowadays, I, Song Qianqiu, can cover the sky with one hand and summon the winds and rains. If I wish, I can turn this world into hell within a month. You are merely a frog at the bottom of a well!"
Nangong snorted and unleashed a fiery palm strike. The power of the True Fire of Taiyi surged down like a fire dragon charging forward.
Song Qianqiu stood his ground, fanning his folding fan to create a gust of wind that blew away the True Fire of Taiyi.
Nangong suddenly gathered his energy, causing the Sun Refining Cauldron to spin. Nine dragons circled around it as a wave of Golden Crow Fire erupted from within. Song Qianqiu frowned and drew a Void Barrier in front of him. The Golden Crow Fire immediately burned through the Void Barrier and surged toward him.
Song Qianqiu retreated as the White-Robed Old Scholar appeared from the void, his sleeves fluttering. He promptly sent the Golden Crow Fire into the void, turning it crimson and creating an oppressive heat that made it hard to breathe.
"Old Scholar?" Nangong looked at the White-Robed Old Scholar, his expression shifting slightly.
The White-Robed Old Scholar remained expressionless, standing guard around Song Qianqiu. Song Qianqiu turned to glance down the mountain before saying, "Just as I expected. Last night, Yang Hao's group brutally killed Yang Xuanzong. I suspect you are next on their list. I didn't think they would actually come."
"What do you mean?" Nangong asked.
"You'll find out soon enough, Master Nangong. You've been making such a commotion on Mount Tai Fengshan Platform for so long just to lure these people out. I won't stay here to entertain you any longer," Song Qianqiu replied.
The void trembled as the White-Robed Old Scholar tore open a rift to take Song Qianqiu away. Nangong reached out with a massive fiery hand, squeezing tightly but still allowing Song Qianqiu to vanish into the void.
Below on the mountain, as everyone was walking, I suddenly looked up toward the distant peak and said, "Someone just used Void Technique; Old Scholar and Song Qianqiu might be here."
Guo Daozhen responded, "I also sensed the fluctuations from the rift in the void."
Atop Mount Tai, Nangong approached the Altar of Sacrifice and looked down below, his lips curling into a smirk as he clenched his fists tightly.
Yu Youya also noticed the crowd coming from below, and his expression changed drastically. "Master, those are all experts from the Mahayana Realm. Even if you can't defeat Supreme Night, we should leave now."
Nangong Dao replied, "After all the effort to lure them here, you want me to leave?"
"Master, as long as we have the green mountains, we need not worry about firewood. There are too many of them now; we have no chance. The revival of the Serpent Cult still depends on you!" Yu Youya urged.
Nangong snorted and said, "I have no intention of reviving the Serpent Cult anymore. I am all alone now; why should I fear them?"
Nangong spread his arms wide, flames burning around him. He appeared somewhat deranged, continuously absorbing the Golden Crow Fire from the Sun Refining Cauldron.
"Master, you can't do this. The Golden Crow Fire is equivalent to the Great Crimson Fire; consuming it like this will lead you to madness. Do you want to turn yourself into a Body of the Flame Demon?" Yu Youya exclaimed.
Ignoring Yu Youya's pleas, Nangong continued to devour the Golden Crow Fire. His flesh burned with a hissing sound, and a pungent odor filled the air. Yu Youya was horrified; if this continued, Nangong would likely become a Flame Demon, doomed forever.
In the teachings of the Serpent Cult, it was recorded that the founder, Serpent God, accidentally killed a sleeping Flame Demon and learned its Cultivation Method, mastering fire dragons and galloping through the skies.
The Flame Demon, also known as the Drought Demon, left destruction in its wake; everything burned where it passed, and everyone sought to eliminate it. Ultimately, while Serpent God was invincible below, he was still a mortal. After consuming demon blood, he suffered internal burns and died two years later.
The later leaders of the God Serpent Cult passed down the Flame Demon Orb through generations. The Flame Demon Cultivation Method was continuously refined until it became the Taiyi True Fire Formula to prevent practitioners from dying quickly. Now, with Nangong inviting fire upon himself, even if he was temporarily invincible, it wouldn't be long before he would be burned to death!
Yu Youya immediately punched the Sun Refining Cauldron, knocking it aside and interrupting Nangong's spellcasting. Furious, Nangong turned to glare at Yu Youya. "Master," Yu Youya said urgently, "the struggle for supremacy is not just about this moment. Historically, those who rush ahead have never ended well. I have served you faithfully for half my life; please think carefully. This method leads to madness and harms both others and oneself; wherever it goes, it brings suffering!"
"Die!" Nangong slammed his palm onto Yu Youya's head and then grabbed his hair to throw him off the cliff.
At that moment, we were climbing up the mountain and dodged aside as a figure engulfed in flames flew down from above.
With a loud crash, Yu Youya rolled down beside me, frowning as he used Daoist Arts to extinguish the flames on himself.
"Yu Youya?" I asked, somewhat puzzled after seeing Yu Youya's appearance.
All along, Yu Youya had actually only fought with Yun Donglai, the Azure Cloud Sect Leader, during the Azure Cloud Mountain incident. He had never really harmed us. Although his skills were not high, he had always been by Nangong's side, acting as his right-hand man and strategist. Yet now, he was afflicted by the True Fire of Taiyi and had been thrown off the peak of Mount Tai.
"Yunxi, he has been poisoned by the True Fire of Taiyi; treat his wounds," I said to Yunxi.
Yunxi possessed Water Linglong, which could counteract fire poison. Now that Yunxi had reached the Mahayana Realm, she could eliminate the fire poison in an instant.
Yu Youya looked pained and grasped my hand, saying, "No need; Old Man does not require your pity!"
"Why save someone like him? A loyal dog who ends up being thrown off a mountain by his master," Wudao remarked.
I looked at Yu Youya and said, "Saving you is not out of pity; I simply did not notice the killing intent within you. If you wish to die, I wouldn't have to save members of the Serpent Cult every time."
Yu Youya's expression froze for a moment as he held my hand tightly. "The Poison Fire has entered my heart veins. I have been loyal to the Master and have no regrets. But now he is using Golden Crow Fire to refine the Flame Demon Body, intending to perish together with you all. Ever since Nangong Lin, Young Master, died, the Master has changed completely. I advise you to avoid confrontation; Mount Tai has already been ensnared in the Net of Fate. The Great Crimson Fire Formation will turn you all to ashes."
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