The Strange Flame Rekindles in Battle Through the Heavens

Chapter 80 The Old Master Yao is Asleep

In the dense forest, an old man and a young man walked slowly through the trees. But upon closer inspection, one would notice that the old man was holding a red scroll in his hands, looking down at it and gesturing with his hands as he looked at it, trying to make out the name of something.

The boy carried a massive black sword on his back, moving slowly forward. Strangely, his legs were nowhere to be seen; only the dust kicked up behind him was visible. It turned out the boy didn't lack legs, but rather his legs were moving so fast that they were simply invisible.

Logically speaking, someone walking so fast shouldn't be slow, but the boy's pace was like taking a stroll, which was very strange.

After the two had walked a little further, the old man finally stopped and closed the scroll in his hand. The boy beside the old man stopped as well, looking at the old man expectantly.

"After nearly ten days of research, I've finally finished. Now I can teach you," the old man said to the boy with a smile.

"That's because the teacher is very dedicated. Otherwise, you wouldn't have had to study for so many days." Xiao Yan was overjoyed when he heard Yao Lao's words, because he could finally learn the Flame Fist.

"Stop saying nice things!" Yao Lao chuckled and began teaching Xiao Yan how to use the Flame Fist.

Under Yao Lao's personal guidance, Xiao Yan quickly mastered the basics. Xiao Yan walked to a mountain wall, closed his eyes, concentrated, and circulated his internal fighting spirit, following the path of the Flame Fist.

Red flames erupted from Xiao Yan's fist, constantly shifting and eventually forming a gigantic fiery fist that slammed directly into the mountainside. The fiery fist contained immense power, blasting a large hole several meters deep into the mountain wall, its walls still bearing fiery red, magma-like rocks.

"The power is truly remarkable. It will make digging holes much easier in the future." Xiao Yan looked at the destruction he had caused with excitement.

The Cloud-Dispelling Palm is a wide-range attack, but it lacks single-target damage. This Flame Fist perfectly makes up for Xiao Yan's weakness in this regard.

"I've been so focused on studying combat techniques that I've forgotten about the gift Pharaoh gave to our teacher." Xiao Yan slapped his forehead. He'd been so engrossed in studying the Wind God Leg technique for the past ten days that he hadn't remembered it. Xiao Yan took out a storage ring from his pocket and handed it to Yao Lao.

Yao Lao took the storage ring from Xiao Yan's hand, examined it with his soul power, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Teacher, what good thing did Pharaoh give you?" Xiao Yan saw the joy on Yao Lao's face and knew that what Pharaoh gave him must be extraordinary.

"Yes, they are indeed quite good. They are all very rare medicinal herbs, including a few that can enhance soul power. Although they are not as good as the Seven Illusions Azure Spirit Saliva, they are still rare and valuable items," the old medicine master said with a smile.

"It seems Pharaoh isn't so bad after all!" Xiao Yan said with a smile.

"Then why were you on guard against them before!" Yao Lao rolled his eyes and said.

"It's just that I'm too weak! Besides, we haven't known each other for very long. As long as I don't do anything to betray him, that's fine. As for being cautious, I still need to be careful. I just need to do what I can with a clear conscience," Xiao Yan said matter-of-factly.

"Alas! If I had been like you back then, things might not be like this now," the old doctor murmured softly.

"Then Teacher, you should hurry up and refine these medicinal herbs and absorb them!" Xiao Yan said, seeing that Yao Lao was a little sad.

"Hehe, you've put your heart into it, but if you absorb these herbs, I estimate you'll be in a deep sleep for a while," the old medicine master said with satisfaction.

"Huh? Asleep? Why is that?" Xiao Yan asked, puzzled.

"I am currently in a soul state, and I can only improve my strength by sleeping. If I absorb these medicinal herbs, it will take at least six months or even a year for me to wake up. In that case, I won't be able to protect you during this time," the old medicine master explained.

After listening to Yao Lao's words, Xiao Yan began to ponder, weighing the pros and cons.

If Yao Lao were to fall into a deep sleep now, he would be unable to protect Xiao Yan along the way, leaving Xiao Yan to face danger alone.

However, Xiao Yan only trained on the outer perimeter of the Monster Beast Mountain Range, where almost no monsters posed a threat to him. Only mercenaries could potentially pose a threat, as the Monster Beast Mountain Range wasn't only inhabited by monsters; mercenaries were sometimes more dangerous than the monsters themselves.

But if Yao Lao didn't take these soul-enhancing medicines now, where would he find the time? After returning to his family this time, Xiao Yan planned to hold a ceremony to complete his adulthood and then participate in the Canaan Academy's assessment. So he went directly to the interior of the Monster Mountain Range for training, and then crossed the Monster Mountain Range to enter the Tagor Desert.

Both the interior of the Monster Mountain Range and the Tager Desert are far more dangerous than they are now. Returning to the family before giving the medicine to the old man would clearly not provide enough time. If the old man is still asleep by then, how could he dare to venture into the Monster Mountain Range alone? Should he simply stay home and wait for the old man to awaken before going out to train?

After much deliberation, Xiao Yan still felt that it was most suitable for Yao Lao to absorb these soul-enhancing herbs now. Although Yao Lao's strength was not weak at the moment, the enemies Xiao Yan would face in the future were far too powerful.

The Purple Crystal Winged Lion King in the eastern part of the Monster Mountain Range is one thing, but the Medusa Queen of the Tager Desert, Jia Xingtian who plotted against him in the capital, and Yunshan and the Vulture Protector of the Yunlan Sect are all either peak Dou Huang or Dou Zong powerhouses. With Yao Lao's current strength, he is clearly no match for them!

Xiao Yan didn't want Yao Lao to be captured by the Soul Palace in the future, which would render his transmigration meaningless and unable to change Yao Lao's fate. He might as well just find a block of tofu and kill himself.

"Teacher, please focus on absorbing the essence! This is just the outer edge of the Monster Mountain Range. Even if it's a second-tier monster, I can still fight it. As for mercenaries, the Monster Mountain Range is so vast, it's not that easy to encounter them. I'm a six-star Dou Zhe now, my physical strength is comparable to a monster, and I've mastered many Dou Techniques. If even that, I wouldn't dare to train alone, then I'd have lived in vain! Besides, a fledgling eagle must eventually leave its parents and fly on its own. If I'm always protected by my teacher, I won't have a sense of crisis, and it won't be good for my growth!" Xiao Yan spoke eloquently about his thoughts.

"That's true! There aren't many who can hurt you on the outskirts of this Monster Mountain Range. But you still need to be careful on your own! I hope that when I wake up, you'll already be a Battle Master." The old doctor nodded, then transformed into a streak of white light and entered the ring to absorb the herbs that could enhance his soul.

"The King sent me to patrol the mountain. Be careful of Sun Wukong, oh my!"

Xiao Yan was humming a song as he strolled leisurely along the road when suddenly a dark shadow descended from the sky, slamming him directly to the ground, giving him a close encounter with the earth.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Xiao Yan spat out the dirt in his mouth, turned around and saw that it was actually a person, and it seemed to be a dead person.

"Jumped off a cliff to find treasure? Committed suicide for love? Was he killed and his body dumped?" Xiao Yan first looked up at the towering mountain peaks, then looked down at the man lying on the ground.

The man wasn't very old, with a head of snow-white hair and a face with a faint, delicate sheen. He wore a tattered white robe, though it would be more accurate to call it a red robe, as it was covered in blood.

(End of this chapter)