The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 473: The Power of Nine Refinements of Mystic Fire

"What on earth is this thing? It's terrifying!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, unlocking the Primordial Locks. His true qi surged as he controlled the Earth-Fire true qi to continue burning the silver creature formed from frost.

However, even though the silver creature seemed restrained by the Earth-Fire true qi, it couldn't be eradicated. Moments later, Ling Feng noticed that two more silver frost beings had transformed into similar creatures and started clawing their way toward him.

The chilling aura they emitted went beyond mere coldness; it was a bone-chilling malevolent qi!

Ling Feng frowned slightly, quickly dividing his Earth-Fire true qi into three parts. As an alchemist, his fire control skills were already at a masterful level.

Three streams of Fire of the Earth's Core enveloped the silver creatures. Under the intense heat, the creatures became even more violent and ferocious.

"If this continues, no matter how much true qi I have, it will all be depleted."

Ling Feng gritted his teeth. He could rely on the power of the despicable donkey, but if he always depended on it in times of danger, how could he grow rapidly?

For a moment, all kinds of thoughts raced through Ling Feng's mind. Soon, a glint of insight flashed in his eyes as he devised a strategy.

"Nine Refinements of Mystic Fire!"

Why not treat these creatures like medicinal pills and refine them?

Su Dongling's unique fire control technique not only excelled in alchemy but also significantly boosted the power of flames, far surpassing the True Art of Xuanyuan he practiced.

The True Art of Xuanyuan, being an attribute-less earth-tier martial art, was undoubtedly suitable for someone like Ling Feng who had an all-attribute physique. However, its boosting effects on the various attributes were quite limited.

"Mystic fire seal!"

Ling Feng's hand gesture changed, and with the technique of Nine Refinements of Mystic Fire, he casted seal after seal into his Earth-Fire true qi.

Instantly, the Earth-Fire true qi blazed even more fiercely, tightly enveloping the silver frost creatures and resembled alchemy furnaces that aimed to refine everything inside into medicinal residue.

"Seal of Incineration!"

"Seal of Combustion!"

"Seal of Scorching!"

"Seal of Explosion!"

"Seal of Melting!"

Ling Feng's eyes widened as he casted fifteen fire seals in one breath, each one landing on his divided Earth-Fire true qi. The fire surged violently as if it intended to burn the heavens and earth to ashes.

If Su Dongling saw Ling Feng developing his fire control technique into such a terrifying fire art, he would likely be stunned.

As for Su Qingxuan, she would probably be ashamed as she had received the Nine Refinements of Mystic Fire at almost the same time but so far had only mastered the first two seals, Seal of Incineration and Seal of Combustion. Ling Feng, however, had already mastered the fifth seal, Seal of Melting.

In fact, if not for Ling Feng's insufficient true qi, he could have condensed and formed the ninth seal, the Seal of Red Lotus.

Crackle!

After a long while, the three clusters of creatures finally dissipated into smoke, but the bone-chilling malevolent qi did not vanish.

"Phew..."

Ling Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a long breath, and then focused his gaze beneath the boulder.

There lay a skeleton, its bones blackened, evidently corroded to death by the malevolent cold qi. Typically, ordinary cultivators couldn't possibly retain a complete skeleton under such terrifying qi, suggesting that this cultivator was at least a Spiritual Sea Realm expert.

A grandmaster-level expert had fallen here—truly a tragic end.

Within the skeleton, several peculiar half-cun-tall[1] plants grew. These plants were entirely black with five inky leaves on each stem, thin as cicada wings. The terrifying malevolent qi seemed to emanate from these plants.

"This is...!" Ling Feng's eyes twitched, but his gaze moved past the plants and locked onto a jade-colored bone beneath them.

The bone supported the growth of the black plants, which were likely valuable treasures. However, the bone itself was the true spiritual object, a treasure for spirit infusion!

Rustle!

At that moment, the sound of moving vegetation arose again. Ling Feng frowned and looked back.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

From the grass emerged a dozen people, two of whom were the martial artists he had scared away earlier.

Besides these two, the rest of the cultivators were middle-aged men, none weaker than late Transformation Realm.

Leading them was a man appearing in his early forties who exuded a formidable aura.

"No wonder I sensed an extremely cold malevolent qi from afar. It turns out several Nether Cold Flowers have grown here!"

The leading middle-aged man's eyes were glued to the black grass beneath the skeleton, his excitement barely contained.

"You can leave now."

After a long while, the swordsman finally withdrew his gaze, glanced at Ling Feng, and spoke nonchalantly.

"Oh?" Ling Feng touched his nose while smiling faintly. He looked at the two Transformation Realm martial artists he had spared earlier and let out a soft snort.

I should have killed them earlier!

The two martial artists, whom Ling Feng had scared off with his sword force, shivered and whispered to the leader, "Elder Wu, this young man is extraordinary. At such a young age, he already knows how to wield the sword force."

"So what?" Elder Wu squinted and laughed. "No matter how talented he is, he's merely at the Pulse Formation Realm. I, already half a step into the Spiritual Element Realm, can easily deal with him."

"Exactly, exactly."

"With Elder Wu's strength, how could he fear an inexperienced youth?"

The others nodded in agreement. While geniuses from major sects might disregard the Transformation Realm, being half a step into the Spiritual Element Realm was a different level entirely. Having one foot in the door of the Spiritual Element Realm made them incomparable to ordinary Transformation Realm cultivators.

"I can't make the sky fall, but it is more than enough to deal with you."

Ling Feng smiled indifferently. These people had such limited vision. In the past, with only a dozen meridian gates, he could use the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art to harm demonic beasts of the Spiritual Element Realm.

Now, with nearly fifty meridian gates and various techniques, killing a half-step Spiritual Element Realm cultivator posed no significant difficulty.

Ling Feng hadn't even finished speaking when the surrounding martial artists burst into laughter. Does this kid even understand what half-step Spiritual Element Realm means?

"Haha, this kid's brain must have been kicked by a donkey!"

"An ignorant brat! A genius who hasn't grown should stay humble!"

Elder Wu sneered. "I've given you a chance to live, but if you seek death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

In his view, no matter how extraordinary this boy was, could he possibly defeat a half-step Spiritual Element Realm expert?

1. A cun, often glossed as the Chinese inch, is a traditional Chinese unit of length; approximately 3.33 cm ☜

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