The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1026 - : The Burning Art, Wang Ping’an in Danger

After pondering for a moment, Elder Huo said,

"Actually, sublimating the Fire Spirit Saint Body to its utmost isn't difficult, what's difficult is the vast amount of resources it requires. Otherwise, I wouldn't have burned down the entire Fire Spirit Holy Sect, sigh!"

Saying this, he showed a helpless expression on his face.

If he had known this path would be so difficult, he wouldn't have burned down the Sect to hasten the ultimate sublimation of the Fire Spirit Saint Body.

Had he not done so, the Fire Spirit Holy Sect wouldn't have gone bankrupt.

"Elder Huo, can you please just tell it to me straight?"

Wang Ping'an, who was exasperated with Elder Huo's tendency to beat around the bush, couldn't help but urge him on.

"Ahem! Let's get back on topic."

Elder Huo acknowledged that he had been rambling.

"To make your Fire Spirit Saint Body reach its ultimate sublimation, you must practice the 'Burning Art' I've created. The more you use the Fire Spirit to burn, the more special energy it absorbs. Once it accumulates to a certain extent, it can trigger a qualitative change and reach utmost sublimacy."

Hearing this, Wang Ping'an's breathing quickened.

The 'Burning Art'!

The Cultivation Technique didn't seem impressive at first, but if it indeed could bring the Fire Spirit Saint Body to utmost sublimacy, that would be terrifying.

Each increase in a star level of combat power represented a significant leap.

Especially between King Eight Stars and Nine Stars, the gap was immensely vast; any Nine Stars power could easily crush an Eight Stars power.

"Elder Huo, if one practices the 'Burning Art,' to what extent can the Fire Spirit Saint Body's combat power be elevated?"

Wang Ping'an asked excitedly.

Elder Huo sighed, "In theory, there is no limit; one can always improve by burning things. Yet, I burnt down the entire Fire Spirit Holy Sect and only managed to increase by two stars in strength."

Wang Ping'an gasped again, "No limit?"

Elder Huo nodded, "Theoretically, yes. But I don't know if there truly is a limit. Anyway, if you want to practice, I can teach you the oral mantra right now."

Wang Ping'an hesitated.

Burning things to improve implied a need for ample wealth, but as an outstanding Alchemist himself, he wasn't short on money.

So, Wang Ping'an nodded, "I want to practice!"

"Alright, I'll pass on the oral mantra of the 'Burning Art' to you. Just follow it in your practice." Elder Huo extended his right index finger and touched Wang Ping'an's forehead.

A stream of information passed swiftly.

Soon, Wang Ping'an had memorized the complete 'Burning Art' and began practicing.

"Burning things, easy!"

Wang Ping'an stretched out his hand and applied the 'Burning Art'. A hot flame appeared in his palm, burning a Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact above it. The artifact continued to shrink, seemingly absorbed by the Fire Spirit.

"Hey!"

Wang Ping'an noticed his Fire Spirit had strengthened slightly.

"It really works!"

He shouted excitedly.

Elder Huo cupped his face with his hand and said, "Sigh! Another profligate has been born. I hope this kid doesn't end up burning down his own Sect too!"

On the ground.

Wang Ping'an transferred the flame to the palm of his left hand, while continuously throwing Spiritual Artifacts, elixirs, stones, wood... anything that could burn into it.

"I'm getting stronger and stronger! This way, I can even improve my Cultivation Level, how exhilarating!"

Wang Ping'an rejoiced.

He realized that after absorbing the special energy, not only did his Fire Spirit strengthen, but his Cultivation Level was also rising.

Elder Huo, worried that he himself might end up burnt, hurriedly said,

"Enough, you've got the 'Burning Art,' now get as far away from here as you can! If this continues, I'm afraid you might burn my Stone Coffin too."

Wang Ping'an quickly got up, bowed three times to Elder Huo, then cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Elder Huo. From now on, whenever I meet someone, I'll say you're my mentor, to spread your fame!"

With those words, Wang Ping'an ran off quickly.

"Hey, don't do that!" Elder Huo panicked, "If that stinker goes to Dizhou and tells everyone I'm his mentor, won't the descendants of my old enemies come after me?"

But Wang Ping'an had already left and could not hear his words.

Seeing this, Elder Huo could only shake his head helplessly.

"Forget it. Once he leaves this cave dwelling, he has nothing to do with me anymore. Let him be!"

Moments later.

The cave fell into complete silence.

...

After leaving Elder Huo's cave, Wang Ping'an rode the clouds and flew above the gorge, walking along the winding mountain road, tossing anything that could burn into the fire while humming a tune.

"The mountain road here twists and bends eighteen times, the scenery here forms nine continuous chains, everything here burns quite well, burn it all for me!"

Wang Ping'an sang carelessly, overcome with joy.

He was headed towards where Long Tianxing and Qiao Jiaxi were located, eager to tell them that he, too, had received an opportunity.

"Eighteenth bend?"

"Wait and we'll turn you into a straight nine-link chain!"

But before long, an icy voice rang out.

Then, over a dozen formidable figures appeared from the nearby bushes, cornering Wang Ping'an in the middle.

"Kid, you're dead meat!"

The geniuses, once blasted by Emperor-level Violent Pills, covered their faces, their eyes full of rage.

"How is it you guys again!"

Wang Ping'an shivered violently.

This group of people was at least at the Fourth Layer of Void Break, and the strongest among them had reached the Peak of the Seventh Layer of Void Break. With his strength, he was no match for these people.

Now surrounded, he was sure to be thrashed.

"Don't come any closer!"

As the words left his mouth, swift action followed. Wang Ping'an extended his hands, palms raising a scorching Fire Spirit.

"I am a direct disciple of Elder Huo, the Sect Master of Dizhou Fire Spirit Holy Sect. Dare to provoke me, and beware, I'll burn you all to a crisp!"

Wang Ping'an didn't mention his affiliation with the Misty Sect.

Wouldn't that just spell trouble for his sect?

The clever him chose to let the Fire Spirit Holy Sect take the fall. After all, that power had vanished into the river of history, and borrowing its name for a bit was no big deal.

Elder Huo certainly wouldn't mind.

With that thought, Wang Ping'an felt perfectly justified.

Upon hearing this, the crowd was taken aback.

"Fire Spirit Holy Sect?"

"Do we have such a force in Dizhou?"

"I remember now, there was such a force, but it's an ancient Holy Land from a hundred thousand years ago. And I heard that Holy Land only existed for three hundred years before it was burned to the ground."

"Is that so?"

"Then there's nothing to worry about."

"We are the direct disciples of the Wind-Fire Holy Sect, why should we fear a disciple from a decrepit Holy Land that fell a hundred thousand years ago?"

"Brothers, attack!"

The group from the Wind-Fire Holy Sect struck swiftly, and in less than a round, Wang Ping'an was beaten until he vomited blood, falling to the ground.

Even the Fire Spirit was extinguished.

"Ugh!"

Wang Ping'an coughed up fresh blood, his eyes filled with fury, "What did I do wrong to deserve this?"

Boom!

Someone stomped heavily on Wang Ping'an's chest, causing him to spit out large mouthfuls of blood, coldly saying, "Dare to scare us, and dare to blast us, today we'll torture you before we kill you!"

"Senior brother, if we kill him, won't we be in trouble?"

"What's there to be afraid of? In Dizhou, besides the Nantian Sword Sect, is there any other force we, the Wind-Fire Sacred Sect, need to fear?"

"That makes sense!"

The group closed in, showering Wang Ping'an with a brutal beating of fists and kicks, leaving him black and blue, covered in wounds, continuously spitting blood, his complexion ashen.

"Senior brother, let me cripple him!"

The two from before, who had been injured by Wang Ping'an's elixirs, stepped forward, drawing out Upper Grade Spiritual Treasures, longswords aimed straight at Wang Ping'an's Qi Sea.

"This is what you're forcing me to do!"

Wang Ping'an bit down on a Spiritual Pearl in his mouth.

In the next instant.

Two figures appeared out of nowhere nearby, seeing the badly beaten Wang Ping'an, their eyes quickly filled with icy killing intent.

"How dare you!"

"Dare to touch my disciple, die!"

Long Tianxing and Qiao Jiaxi roared, the former swiftly transforming into True Dragon Form, while the latter immediately became a towering blond giant.

Their terrifying presence swept through the surroundings in an instant.

Boom!

Long Tianxing instantly arrived near the fray, with just one swipe, the swordsman at the Fourth Layer of Void Break was pierced and torn to shreds.

Qiao Jiaxi was no less fierce.

His fists shimmered like two brilliant suns, instantly piercing through the chests of two Void Break Realm experts. With a further shake of his arms, he blasted them to dust.

"Such formidable power!"

"Kill them!"

The remaining disciples of the Wind-Fire Sacred Sect were enraged, unleashing a strong pressure as they attacked Long Tianxing and Qiao Jiaxi.

A great battle erupted swiftly!