Chapter 101: Thunder Dragon Fire Control Art

A fire-red jade slip, its internal energy vast and boundless. Yang Tian took a deep breath, full of hope, and extended his soul power into it. As his soul power wandered nearby for a moment,

suddenly, a scorching pain struck. Yang Tian's heart jolted, and he instantly withdrew his soul power.

Looking at the fire-red jade slip, the corners of Yang Tian's mouth twitched involuntarily. The flames radiating from it could injure one's soul; if he hadn't reacted quickly, that wisp of soul power would have dissipated.

"Both jade slips can't be opened? Is this a joke on me?" Clenching his fists, Yang Tian's face darkened.

After pondering for a moment, he took out the Golden Crow Divine Furnace and summoned the flame seed that had absorbed the fire within.

Now, the flame seed had grown larger than before, its internal heat much fiercer, but the lightning tribulation dancing around it had not increased.

Slowly moving the flame seed onto the jade slip, the moment it touched, the flame seed trembled violently, and the lightning arcs swirling around it fluctuated intensely.

"Chi!" The energy surrounding the jade slip also surged, as if reaching a resonance, and myriad beams of fire burst forth.

"Could it be working?" Seeing this, a smile spread across Yang Tian's face.

In an instant, Yang Tian's soul power was enveloped by a strange energy and surged into the jade slip.

Inside the jade slip was like a world of magma, with flames everywhere. Yang Tian's soul power was scorched painfully, and above the magma, faint lightning arcs danced.

Ahead of the magma stood an illusory old man. Yang Tian's face froze instantly—this was unmistakably the old man from the painting, but it was an unconscious soul.

"I am Dan Xuanzi. If a later generation with fate can open the jade slip I left behind, it means you possess a flame seed with both thunder and fire attributes. First, congratulations," the illusory figure smiled at Yang Tian and continued.

"I studied under the Dan Sect, and the Nine Dragons Fire Control Art is its core technique. But my flame seed mutated, preventing me from ever fully developing the Fire Dragon Fire Control Art."

"Later, I spent half my life modifying the Nine Dragons Fire Control Art into the Thunder Dragon Fire Control Art! It can unleash the full power of a mutated flame seed. Later generations with fate, I hope you can carry this fire control art forward and pass on the legacy. That is my greatest wish!"

After hearing this, Yang Tian felt deeply moved. In ancient times, humanity united to drive the hundred races from the Tianyang Continent and left behind countless inheritances. Now, some families would rather discard their techniques than let others benefit.

Watching Dan Xuanzi's fading figure, Yang Tian bowed several times, deeply grateful for this gift.

"This should be the inheritance, right?" Dan Xuanzi vanished, leaving behind a ball of energy with faint lightning flickering inside, but the arcs gave Yang Tian a strange feeling.

Yang Tian pondered for a moment, then walked over.

His fingers slowly touched the light ball. After a few breaths of stillness, countless dense characters surged into Yang Tian's sea of consciousness. As the number of characters increased, his head began to ache.

"Bang..." The characters surged wildly, and unable to withstand the fluctuation, Yang Tian collapsed to the ground.

After an unknown time, when Yang Tian had fully absorbed the contents, the light ball still had a few wisps of purple lightning arcs. These arcs were eerily strange, moving into Yang Tian's flame seed.

"Crackle..." The air crackled as the lightning within the flame seed transformed. Those few wisps merged directly with Yang Tian's flame seed, its power rising step by step, the entire seed undergoing a mutation.

The lightning arcs left by Dan Xuanzi were extremely domineering, directly devouring the lightning within the flame seed. After the purple arcs finished devouring, the surrounding energy intensified slightly.

The flame seed danced in the void, its enchanting flames swaying. At the same time, the entire jade slip shattered, and Yang Tian remained in slumber.

After an unknown time...

His head ached, heavy...

Yang Tian's heavy eyelids twitched a few times before slowly opening. Rubbing his swollen forehead, he smiled wryly, then sank his mind into his sea of consciousness.

Thunder Dragon Fire Control Art: Condense nine thunder-fire dragon fire mouths to achieve mastery...

A fire mouth is the flame for alchemy. The Thunder Dragon Fire Control Art condenses the flame seed into a thunder-fire mouth for refining pills, which also requires a furnace.

The Thunder Dragon Fire Control Art has nine levels. Each level allows control of one more fire mouth; the more fire mouths, the more powerful the pills refined.

After absorbing the information, Yang Tian couldn't help but smack his lips. At the initial stage, condensing one fire mouth required mastering a thousand seals, and each subsequent stage doubled the number of seals.

"Looks like I'll have to absorb lightning tribulation energy from now on." Exhaling a breath, Yang Tian sighed helplessly. The Thunder Dragon Fire Control Art was closely tied to thunder; if the thunder energy was weak, the pills refined would be very poor.

Summoning the flame seed, Yang Tian glanced at it and was about to retract it when his face froze. He stared in disbelief at the purple lightning inside.

"What's going on?" After a moment, Yang Tian regained his composure and observed carefully. The energy of the lightning arcs was terrifyingly fierce, with a hint of destructive intent.

"Is it the technique's doing? Or was this lightning tribulation left by Dan Xuanzi?" Yang Tian scratched his head. The lightning arcs' energy was extremely fierce, giving him a very strange feeling.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a peak blood weapon and moved a wisp of purple flame from the flame seed onto it.

"Crackle..." As soon as it touched the weapon, the entire blade trembled, and glaring cracks appeared, spreading rapidly.

"Bang..." The blade shattered, and pieces of scrap metal clattered to the ground.

"Such formidable destructive power!" Seeing this, Yang Tian's throat bobbed, and a gleam of excitement appeared in his eyes. He quickly took out a profound weapon.

"Chi!" He channeled the lightning arc into it. After a long while, Yang Tian picked up the profound weapon and examined it; the changes were minimal, with only a few extremely fine cracks.

"Such strange lightning." Noticing the cracks, Yang Tian clicked his tongue in wonder. This wisp of lightning arc would be unpleasant if it struck someone.

"Eh?" After a while, Yang Tian's gaze shifted to the purple lightning, and he noticed that surrounding energy was flowing into it—the lightning was absorbing energy!

"This thing is no simple matter. It seems the lightning can recover on its own. Unbelievable..." After a moment of silence, Yang Tian smacked his lips, growing more interested in these few wisps of lightning. After observing for a while, he withdrew the flame seed into his qi sea.

"The Ancient Li Family, Yellow Dragon Valley, Yin-Yang Harmony Sect, Jiang Family, Martial City Huang Family, Ancient Sacred Land." Sensing that his injuries had fully healed, Yang Tian pondered his next moves. He had offended too many forces, and his techniques were exposed. Without the spatial jade slip as a trump card, he couldn't roam the continent as freely as before.

"Face whatever comes." Yang Tian stood up, murmuring softly. The path of a strong man required the baptism of blood and fire to forge an indomitable will.

But Yang Tian didn't know that the Ancient Sacred Land had deployed a celestial artifact, fully activating its power to deduce his location. A great crisis was closing in on him.

Just as Yang Tian was about to leave, the carriage door was suddenly knocked on, the sound rapid and urgent.

"Something's wrong." Scanning with his soul power, Yang Tian quickly pushed open the door. Seeing Hong Ying's anxious face, he asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Brother Yang Tian, the Bi family is fighting with our caravan. You should run quickly. Since you have no cultivation now, they won't target you." Hong Ying's face was frantic as she urged.

"Don't worry. Maybe I can help." Patting Hong Ying's trembling shoulders, Yang Tian smiled, a warmth rising in his heart.

"No, Brother Yang Tian! The Bi family has sent many people. They want to seize the Primordial Spirit Fruit we found. Please escape! They won't harm you." Her face grew more anxious as she pleaded.

"Primordial Spirit Fruit!" Hearing this, a smile spread across Yang Tian's face. The Primordial Spirit Fruit was highly effective for breaking through bottlenecks in martial cultivation, even allowing entry into the Tongxuan realm and condensing a trace of battle qi.

"Don't worry, Hong Ying. It'll be fine." Seeing her anxious expression, Yang Tian felt a surge of warmth. His gentle gaze fell on her as he said, "What, don't you trust me, Hong Ying?"

Looking at Yang Tian's confident face, for some reason, Hong Ying felt a surge of confidence.