Chapter 169: Must You Oppose Me?

Above that side, Long Tian'ao finally managed to stabilize his figure, barely taking out a strange-looking Flying Magical Artifact that looked like a splash of water but was extremely wide.

He sat cross-legged upon it, closed his eyes, and tried his best to perceive the thread of fire wrapped around his leg.

Before long, a look of joy appeared on his face.

Although it was mingled with pain and black energy was spreading toward his brow, with Jiufang there to guard him, the black energy was immediately forced back the moment it reached his brow, and Long Tian'ao was, after all, able to stabilize himself quite well.

Below.

Jiufang was not the only one who knew his goods.

There were others who also saw the miraculous nature of that thread of fire.

Immediately, someone shouted out loud.

"That's a Strange Fire, isn't it?"

"It must be a Strange Fire!"

"What kind of Strange Fire is that, exactly?"

"Why does it look so strange? That thread of fire cannot be dispersed, and it seems to vaguely carry a toxic nature?"

"That sounds familiar!"

Someone, as if struck by a sudden flash of inspiration, roared out loudly.

"I remember now!"

"It's the Wanzhen Liuli Fire! It must be the Wanzhen Liuli Fire!!"

Once the words "Wanzhen Liuli Fire" came out, the expressions of everyone around changed instantly; some looked with greed, some with suspicion, and others with extreme fear as they gazed at Long Tian'ao and the other person on the Flying Magical Artifact in mid-air.

Wanzhen Liuli Fire! They had long heard of the great name of this flame!

It was just that they had never imagined that the source of the Wanzhen Liuli Fire would be hidden in such a small Secret Realm.

The Wanzhen Liuli Fire could fully be considered a flame in the top ten of the Strange Fire rankings.

Immediately.

Quite a few people were instantly moved by greed.

Once greed was born, it could not be contained.

Many people looked at Long Tian'ao, who was attempting to refine it, and a very obvious ruthlessness suddenly arose in their hearts.

If he can have it, why can't we? Immediately, someone flashed toward the rift that was continuously spewing out threads of fire.

He even shouted, "The Wanzhen Liuli Fire belongs to me!"

"Only I am the master of the Wanzhen Liuli Fire!"

But he was too arrogant; not only was he reckless, but he also provoked the taboos of others.

For example...

Jiufang.

As that person lunged toward the rift continuously spewing threads of Wanzhen Liuli Fire, his body stopped dead in mid-air, and a look of pain appeared on his face, looking extremely strange.

The others immediately looked closely.

Only then did they discover that it was not that the person wanted to stop in mid-air, but that countless thin silver threads were restraining his limbs.

The ends of the silver threads were held in Jiufang's hands.

Even though he was a monk, his face was full of ruthlessness as he stood in mid-air; as his fingers tightened slightly, the cultivator below immediately showed an even more painful expression on his face, and he began to scream.

"Ahhh!!"

The screams were incessant, enough to make one's flesh crawl.

Jiufang's voice, cold and venomous like a snake, rang out: "I want to see who dares to oppose me!"

"I am a person of Tongbei Temple; to oppose me is to oppose the entire Tongbei Temple!"

"Today I am guarding my senior brother's son; the Wanzhen Liuli Fire belongs to him, and no one may snatch it."

"If anyone wants to snatch it, ask the silver threads in my hand first!"

As his voice fell, he abruptly tightened his fist, and the cultivator hanging below didn't even have time to scream before he went "bang" and exploded into a mist of blood in mid-air. Bits of flesh fell to the ground with a patter, and the whole scene fell into dead silence.

It had to be said that this method of Jiufang's was indeed extremely ruthless and made people feel fear.

Some did not dare to make a sound, but others secretly used their own methods to hide a wisp of the fire thread in their hands, attempting to refine it.

Jiufang glanced at them, but in the end, he did not speak out.

He had no intention of opposing so many cultivators.

Killing one person to warn the others was enough; if he really were to oppose so many people, it would be extremely disadvantageous for Long Tian'ao.

He had a sense of measure in his heart.

As long as no one dared to violate his dignity in the open, it was fine.

However, he thought well, but forgot that there was another person nearby who had been watching the whole time.

Lu Ren cleanly and efficiently exchanged for a large handful of memories from the mall, all concerning Long Tian'ao.

Sure enough.

He found the one belonging to the present from among them.

Wanzhen Liuli Fire.

In the plot, it was originally Long Tian'ao's natal fire.

If Long Tian'ao could subdue this wisp of flame, his Hundred Poisons Immunity Body would instantly evolve into a Ten Thousand Poisons Immunity Body, and from then on, unless it was poison from the Immortal Realm, no medicine could ever invade his body.

The Wanzhen Liuli Fire would also become a great help on his life's path.

The Wanzhen Liuli Fire was an Extreme Yin Fire, while Long Tian'ao possessed an Extreme Yang Body; the two fused, achieving an endless cycle of life.

The reason Long Tian'ao was able to have an epiphany regarding the Dao of Heaven and Earth in the later stages was also due to the effect of the Wanzhen Liuli Fire.

The corners of Lu Ren's lips curled up slightly.

Isn't it just a coincidence?

Wanzhen Liuli Fire... If it were any other flame, he might not have had any interest in it.

But it just had to be the Wanzhen Liuli Fire!

This fire was also extremely useful to him! While everyone else was somewhat on edge, Lu Ren calmly walked over, heading straight toward the fissure of the Wanzhen Liuli Fire.

Jiufang had wanted to immediately execute the person who dared to commit such a taboo right under his nose, but when he looked closely, he was suddenly enraged.

He stood up immediately and roared.

"Lu Ren, are you determined to go against me?"

Jiufang's eyes were locked onto Lu Ren's figure, almost as if they could bleed.

Every word he spoke seemed to drip with venom.

"You killed my senior brother and destroyed his last hope of resurrection; do not touch this Wanzhen Liuli Fire!"

"If you do, my Tongbei Temple will definitely oppose you to the end!"

His words were resonant and forceful, yet they were met only with a faint reaction from Lu Ren.

"Tongbei Temple?"

"What kind of place is that?"

Jiufang was stunned for a moment.

He had not expected that there would be someone who did not know the great name of their temple, but in the next instant, he realized that he was now in Dongzhou! How could anyone here know what kind of place Tongbei Temple was? Lu Ren's words were like a slap, striking him hard across the face and making his heart and liver tremble with rage.

Jiufang could not care about anything else; he just said coldly, "So you are determined to touch the Wanzhen Liuli Fire, are you?"

Lu Ren could not even be bothered to answer that question.

He reached out his hand casually, and the fire threads of the Wanzhen Liuli Fire wrapped around his fingers in an instant.

"Wanzhen Liuli Fire..." Lu Ren gazed at the sparks on his hand and suddenly curled his lips into a smile.

"It's mine."

(End of this chapter)