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The Little Beast appeared, and the binding power suddenly vanished. The Hell Python Bull stared wide-eyed as if it had seen a ghost, its massive body trembling, knees bending as it crawled backward.
“Chirp Chirp!” The Little Beast's cry was tinged with annoyance, its sleepy eyes barely open, clearly displeased that someone had disturbed its slumber. It hopped toward the Hell Python Bull, its tiny paws waving about like a little shrew ready to confront the neighbor over a grievance.
“Little Nine, don’t go!” Zhao Yang exclaimed, fearing that the Little Beast might be accidentally crushed by the Hell Python Bull.
However, the Little Beast did not look back. It let out an angry sound, pinching its chubby cheeks with one paw while placing the other on its hip, pointing at the Hell Python Bull and chirping away without a hint of fear. Zhao Yang was taken aback; his adorable pet was far too bold, acting like a little shrew demanding justice for being bullied.
What astonished Zhao Yang even more was that the Hell Python Bull nodded like a chick, obediently standing still as it listened to the Little Beast’s accusations. Then, with a splash, it jumped into the lava pool and soon resurfaced, holding two glowing objects in its fingertips. It offered them to the Little Beast, which accepted them and cradled them in its arms. With a dismissive wave of its other tiny arm, it shooed the Hell Python Bull away as if swatting at flies and bounced back to Zhao Yang’s side.
The Hell Python Bull seemed relieved and leaped back into the volcano without emitting another sound.
At that moment, Zhao Yang was overwhelmed with surprise as he caught a whiff of an enticing aroma. His dry mouth watered profusely as he stared at the two glowing objects resembling fruit in the Little Beast's mouth. “Give me those! We can’t take what belongs to others.”
The Little Beast took two steps back while clutching the glowing fruits tightly, eyeing Zhao Yang suspiciously as if guarding against a thief.
“Come on now!” Zhao Yang’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he lunged forward to grab both fruits along with the Little Beast.
The Little Beast clung to the fruits stubbornly, looking utterly wronged. But Zhao Yang paid no mind; he held onto both fruits with one hand while using his other hand to tug at the Little Beast’s legs, pulling it back without any concern for splitting it in half.
After a moment, Zhao Yang’s face lit up with joy as he examined the two fruits in his hands. “This must be Hellfire Fruit.”
Earlier at the entrance of the Haotian Secret Realm, he had read thousands of books using his Divine Sense ability, one of which detailed various wonders within the realm. The items he held matched perfectly with what was described in that book—glowing and fiery yet non-burning, about the size of goose eggs and exuding an alluring fragrance. There was no doubt they were Hellfire Fruits.
“Hellfire Fruit grows at volcanic craters and matures once every three hundred years. It contains Earth Fire energy; when consumed by mortals, it grants immunity to flames and extreme cold while extending life by a hundred years. For cultivators, it significantly boosts their cultivation level and purifies their Fire Path power. It can also neutralize any ice-based poison—a semi-Holy Medicine worth its weight in gold.” Zhao Yang murmured to himself. “This is definitely going to make me rich,” completely ignoring the Little Beast’s eye-rolling expression.
“One is worth a fortune; I just need one city.” Although Zhao Yang loved money, he was also quite the foodie. He glanced at the Hellfire Fruit in his hand before slowly placing it into his mouth.
The aroma filled his mouth, the juice flowed, and the taste was sweet yet not astringent, like broth. Zhao Yang chuckled, feeling as if he were floating; this flavor was unforgettable.
“Chirp Chirp!” The call of Little Beast broke Zhao Yang's reverie. He looked down to find that the other Hellfire Fruit in his hand had already been half-eaten by Little Beast.
“You!” Zhao Yang slapped Little Beast to the ground, crying out, “My priceless treasure!”
Little Beast flipped over, letting out an angry sound like a small cat, glaring at Zhao Yang with fierce eyes.
“You've gone too far!” Zhao Yang raised his hand again to strike, but Little Beast quickly jumped aside, looking heartbroken and pitiful.
Zhao Yang felt a twinge of guilt and sighed, “Alright, alright, I’ll let you off this time.” With that, he stuffed the remaining half of the Hellfire Fruit into his mouth and swallowed it in a few bites.
Little Beast jumped up and down in anger, chirping incessantly. Zhao Yang ignored it, feeling an unbearable heat surging through his meridians as a powerful True Fire Energy erupted from his Qi Sea, crashing through his channels. Suddenly, a visible Azure Flame burst forth from his head; however, it did not burn him. After a moment, the Open Flame gradually extinguished, releasing an incredibly potent Azure True Fire that erupted from above Zhao Yang's head.
Zhao Yang slowly opened his eyes, feeling his injuries heal and his spirit invigorated; he had made a breakthrough in cultivation.
“Fifth layer of Foundation Establishment Stage. They say cultivators nurtured by spiritual herbs are all show and no substance; let’s see who can’t take it.”
Zhao Yang laughed heartily, feeling quite satisfied. However, he suddenly caught a whiff of a burnt smell and thought he heard crackling sounds nearby. He muttered to himself, “What’s that smell? Who’s barbecuing?”
Then Zhao Yang shouted in alarm as he realized his head felt like it was on fire. He reached up to extinguish the True Fire above him, but instead, the flames grew larger and engulfed his entire head. Zhao Yang screamed in agony while Little Beast looked on in confusion at its foolish master’s antics, chuckling gleefully.
After a while, Zhao Yang managed to put out the True Fire on his head, but at the cost of losing all his hair. He wanted to cry but had no tears left. Little did he know that such a half Holy Fruit like the Hellfire Fruit was not meant to be consumed directly; ordinary cultivators simply could not withstand such immense molten energy. When Hellfire Fruits were discovered by large sects, they were treated as treasures and sealed in ice for ten years until the lava energy dissipated before being used to brew wine—this was one of the most famous spiritual wines in the cultivation world: Magma Wine.
Zhao Yang vaguely recalled seeing this information at the entrance of the Haotian Secret Realm. He had no idea that such a small fruit could elevate his cultivation level by one tier and directly boost his Fire Path level from Bright Flame Realm to True Fire Realm. The Fire Path levels were divided into Open Flame, True Fire, Earth Fire, and Heavenly Fire; even with great effort, it was difficult for cultivators to advance their Fire Path levels. Otherwise, Fire Wuyan wouldn’t have remained at True Fire Realm after nearly a hundred years of immersion unless he obtained Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures or found a way to absorb Fire Path energy to enhance his level.
Zhao Yang, with a silly grin on his face, tucked Little Beast into his arms and then flew over to a distant stream to wash his face. Looking at his bald reflection in the water, he quickly adapted to his new look and began to admire himself.
"Amitabha," Zhao Yang muttered in frustration, then let out a loud burp. The Spirit Energy within him was too abundant, making him feel a bit stuffed.
With a flick of his hand, an Azure True Fire appeared, reminding him of the times he played with fire as a child. Twenty yards away, a large Demon Wolf, about two meters long, emerged, glaring at Zhao Yang with fierce eyes. Zhao Yang had already sensed it with his Divine Sense. He gently beckoned with his fingertip, and the True Fire shot forth, roaring toward the Demon Wolf, followed by its agonizing howl.
Knowing that ordinary flames wouldn't harm him after consuming the Hellfire Fruit, Zhao Yang took out the exquisite brocade box that Fire Wuyan had given him. As he opened the box, a powerful aura of Earth Fire surged forth, causing the surrounding grass and leaves to wilt under the heat.
A red seal with an unknown material appeared before his eyes. The seal shimmered with light and exuded a somber aura. Zhao Yang examined it closely and noticed several lines of small text beneath it—these were the instructions for wielding the Earth Fire Seal.
The Earth Fire Seal was a Low-Level Dao Artifact, just like the Ice Soul Seal, both sacred relics of the Myriad Spirit Sect. Originally from the same source and managed by successive sect leaders, several hundred years ago, one sect leader proposed a martial arts competition to revitalize the declining Sect. The winner would receive both sacred relics as prizes. However, that generation produced two geniuses who ended up in a tie, resulting in the Ice Soul Seal and Earth Fire Seal being divided between them. Since then, the disciples holding these artifacts have been at odds, even after becoming Elders, leading to centuries of conflict until Fire Wuyan and Duan Wude's generation.
Zhao Yang waved the Earth Fire Seal gently to one side according to its wielding method. Instantly, the seal unleashed its Earth Fire power, drying up the stream before him. The blue stones in the stream crackled and emitted blue smoke.
"Such power?" Zhao Yang was taken aback, astonished by the terrifying might of the Dao Artifact. He recalled the time during their great escape when Yu Qingsnow sat like a goddess playing the Supreme Dao Artifact King Yu's Zither; her sound tore through the sky as Foundation Establishment Stage and Core Formation Stage cultivators turned to ash in droves while Divine Transformation Stage cultivators nearly perished.
Such immense power surely came at a great cost. Thinking about Yu Qingsnow possibly suffering severe Dao Injury made Zhao Yang feel a twinge of worry in his heart.
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