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Wei Chen rushed back to the inn, grabbed Mu Qingyan, and jumped out, following the surging crowd.
"Where are we going in such a hurry?" Mu Qingyan asked, still half-asleep, her eyes bleary and confused.
"The fire is about to explode; we need to check it out," Wei Chen replied.
"Are you crazy?" Mu Qingyan's face changed dramatically at his words, her sleepiness instantly gone.
Wei Chen looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"That's just reckless talk! We should be running the other way, not going to see it!" Mu Qingyan insisted, pulling Wei Chen back.
"We'll take a look first; if it's too dangerous, we can fly away. What if it's some kind of treasure?"
Mu Qingyan couldn't outpace Wei Chen and had no choice but to follow him.
The two of them blended into the crowd without flying, keeping a low profile. They didn't see any Soul Warriors in the sky; everyone wanted to make a fortune quietly, and flying would draw too much attention.
About seven or eight miles from the town, they reached a low conical mountain. From the peak, waves of heat radiated outwards, and as they got closer, it became hard to withstand the intense heat that made them sweat profusely and even burned their skin.
When Wei Chen and Mu Qingyan arrived at the foot of the mountain, they were hit by a wave of heat and stopped in their tracks.
"It is said that fire is born from the depths of the earth as high-temperature flames. If a Fire Martial Soul melts here, it would be unbeatable among those with the same Soul Power Realm," Wei Chen mused.
He believed the fire was a treasure, but Mu Qingyan disagreed.
She shot him a disdainful glance and said, "In times like this, everything within several miles will be flattened. That kind of scorching Soul Power can only be absorbed by Soul Warriors with a fire Attribute Martial Soul. Anyone else trying to absorb it will only bring suffering upon themselves."
Mu Qingyan looked around and said, "Just wait and see. Here, apart from a few who can fly and are strong in the Spirit Realm, everyone else will die."
"Is it really that serious?" Wei Chen asked in astonishment.
"Of course! Boisterous, the molten earth and rocks lurking underground have broken through the formation and surged out like a great flood. If they encounter a strong fire, in just a few breaths, everything within a ten-mile radius could be flattened in an instant," Mu Qingyan explained.
Wei Chen was curious. "How do you know so much?"
"The Ancient Spirit Academy has existed for tens of thousands of years; what storms haven't we weathered? Let me tell you, the location of the Ancient Spirit Academy is right on top of the strongest Inferno in the entire Eastern Region. Various prohibitive formations are placed at the heart of the fire array, with dozens of Formation Masters taking turns to guard it. A thousand years ago, Boisterous erupted beneath the Ancient Spirit Academy, causing immense losses. Since then, the most important task within the Academy has been to protect and enhance the formations. In recent years, the fire has been nearly undetectable; those dense formations can withstand attacks even from hundreds of Ninth Rank Earth Soul Realm experts," Mu Qingyan continued, feeling particularly reassured by Wei Chen's presence.
"That's so powerful! Doesn't that mean even ordinary fire can cause massive destruction?" Wei Chen was frightened by Mu Qingyan's words.
Mu Qingyan nodded, her gaze filled with a hint of pity as she looked at the hundreds of people gathered around them. She sighed, "I feel like the formation suppressing the fire is about to break. If they leave now, they might still make it."
As soon as she finished speaking, three Gray-Robed Elders flew into the air. Their Soul Power aura was not very strong; they seemed to be only at the initial stage of the Spirit Realm. Under the watchful eyes of the hundreds at the foot of the mountain, they flew straight toward the summit at an incredible speed.
Seeing someone heading to the top, those people couldn't contain their impatience and rushed toward it against the heat waves.
"Step back! The fire power here is extremely strong; if it erupts, no one within five miles will be spared!" one elder shouted loudly.
But those people didn't care at all; after all, people die for wealth just as birds die for food—what was there to fear?
The three elders shook their heads and ignored them as they landed on the summit. There, they saw a circular pit about five hundred meters wide at its base, where a massive formation glowed with a faint mist. The aura was very weak and grew dimmer under the assault of heat waves.
"The formation can't hold much longer. Let's do our best to reinforce it; as for those people's lives or deaths, let fate decide," one elder said.
"I'll try to persuade them one more time. If they don't leave and die here, it has nothing to do with our sect anymore." Another elder sighed, soaring into the air to scan the crowd rushing toward the mountain peak. He coldly declared, "The Old Man is a Formation Master of our sect. This place experienced a fire explosion four hundred years ago, which we were responsible for suppressing. If this formation cannot hold, another explosion is inevitable. If you don't leave now, don't blame us for not warning you."
"The sect?"
The crowd immediately halted, but after just a few breaths, a disheveled young man stepped forward and shouted, "What does the sect matter? They want to monopolize the Fire Treasure! Brothers, charge!"
Upon hearing this, many nodded in agreement and recklessly continued their rush toward the summit.
Wei Chen squinted and said, "People from the sect? What are they doing here?"
"This is within the sect's territory. They must have received news about the impending explosion of the fire and rushed here from Linghuang City as Formation Masters. But their rank is too low; they can't suppress the fire. In situations like this, even the Cloud Spirit Sect would choose to evacuate people first and let Boisterous explode before proceeding with suppression. Forcing a suppression would require too much manpower and resources; it's not worth it." Mu Qingyan explained, her gaze fixed on the young man who had just incited the crowd.
She watched as he led the charge for a while before slowing down, seemingly unable to withstand the heat any longer. As those around him gradually passed by, he plopped down on the ground. Once most had gone past him, he began to run slowly down the mountain, muttering, "I can't take it anymore; it's too hot! The Treasure is yours; I'm too weak to compete with you."
Those passing by him sneered in derision, but he didn't spare them a glance as he continued his descent.
"Let's go that way," Mu Qingyan said, pulling Wei Chen along in the direction of the disheveled young man.
At that moment, the three elders were doing their utmost to reinforce the formation, but the heat waves showed no signs of abating. Against the fire, their strength was still insufficient.
"Let's go. Those who don't know when to give up are just wasting resources by staying alive." The Three Elders quickly flew away without pausing for even a moment. An explosion was certain; they had done all they could do. Returning to report back to their sect was their priority. The subsequent formation would require a larger force from the sect to be properly set up.
Mu Qingyan waited with Wei Chen at the spot where the disheveled young man would descend. Noticing Mu Qingyan's tense expression, Wei Chen asked, "What's wrong?"
"That person is my brother," Mu Qingyan replied with a bitter smile.
"Your brother?" Wei Chen looked closely at the young man, who appeared disheveled like a beggar. How could he possibly be Mu Qingyan's brother?
"The Musa you know is my Fourth Brother; that person is my Brother Three." As soon as Mu Qingyan finished speaking, the young man noticed her. He paused for a moment, then rushed over, arriving in front of Mu Qingyan and Wei Chen in the blink of an eye.
As he got closer, Wei Chen could see that the young man did indeed resemble Mu Qingyan and Musa to some extent. Their eyebrows and noses seemed to have been molded from the same template—curved eyebrows and a high nose. Despite his unkempt appearance, it did not detract from his handsome features.
"Sis, what are you doing here? The family sent word that you ran off to play, telling me to find you in Eryuan City. I didn't expect you to actually come to Eryuan City." The young man exclaimed with surprise, but his gaze inadvertently drifted toward Wei Chen, especially since Wei Chen and Mu Qingyan were holding hands tightly, which made his expression quite strange.
"Brother Three, we can talk about that later. What were you doing just now? Were you intentionally leading those people to their doom?" Mu Qingyan said discontentedly.
"They're all from the Cloud Spirit Sect under our gate. With a little provocation, they went off to their deaths; I can't be blamed for that. I'm in Eryuan City specifically for this kind of work." The young man said nonchalantly. He turned to Wei Chen and smiled lightly, "I'm Mu Yang, Brother Three of Yen Er. Who are you?"
Wei Chen felt an inexplicable sense of guilt wash over him and awkwardly replied, "I'm Wei Chen, a friend of Mu Qingyan."
"Friend?" Mu Yang's eyes fixated on the intertwined hands of Wei Chen and Mu Qingyan, his expression growing increasingly peculiar.
Mu Qingyan gently released her grip, her cheeks flushing red as she retorted, "Brother Three, Wei Chen is someone I met at Lijun Mountain. I almost died during my trip there, and he saved me. Plus, I've condensed my Sword Soul in the Spirit Realm."
Mu Yang's face showed astonishment as he asked, "You've broken through to the Spirit Realm? That was fast?"
"Yes! My Spirit Realm Sword Soul is the legendary Golden Sword Soul that slays Fire Phoenixes," Mu Qingyan said proudly, extending her palm where a Golden Sword gradually floated into view.
Mu Yang stared intently at the Golden Sword for a long moment before exhaling deeply in disbelief. "A peak Tenth Rank divine sword really exists?"
"Absolutely," Mu Qingyan replied as she retracted her Soul Power. "I encountered a Fire Phoenix; it was incredibly powerful. If it weren't for my good fortune, I might have died on Lijun Mountain."
"Let's talk about it later. We need to get out of here; the fire is about to explode."
With that, Mu Yang looked at Wei Chen and asked, "Do you need help?"
Wei Chen was taken aback for a moment, quickly realizing what Mu Yang meant. He smiled and shook his head, saying, "No need."
Mu Yang shrugged, thinking to himself that with only Power Realm strength, he couldn't fly. Why put on a brave front? Did he expect the newly ascended Spirit Realm girl to carry him?
In an instant, Mu Yang's eyes narrowed in shock as he stared at Wei Chen. He saw that a pair of enormous wings had sprouted from Wei Chen's back, measuring a full ten feet in length. A familiar Phantom appeared beside Wei Chen.
Mu Yang's mind raced as he searched for the image of that strange bird in his memory.
"Could it be the Fire Phoenix from the ancient texts? The girl has obtained the peak Golden Sword Soul of the Tenth Rank, and this fellow has acquired the Fire Phoenix Beast Soul?" Mu Yang thought, watching as Wei Chen grabbed Mu Qingyan and with a flap of his wings, soared hundreds of meters into the air.
"Damn, that's fast!"
Mu Yang pushed himself to chase after them, but within a few breaths, he could no longer see Wei Chen's figure.
After running for five miles, panting heavily, Mu Yang spotted Wei Chen and Mu Qingyan standing atop a large tree, both smiling down at him. The wings on Wei Chen's back had shrunk to the length of his arms and were gently flapping.
"Paralyze can change length and speed? That's really impressive," Mu Yang thought enviously as he flew closer to get a better look at Wei Chen.
Suddenly remembering something, Mu Yang exclaimed in astonishment, "You are Wei Chen?"
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