novelraw 573. The Strange Flame of the Medicine Cauldron
573. The Strange Flame of the Medicine Cauldron
Having received Cao Ying's signal, Xiao Yan's last trace of worry disappeared.
As the command to officially begin was given, countless medicine cauldrons appeared, finally landing heavily on the stone platform, their deep metallic clang echoing continuously across the sky.
Looking at the densely packed medicine cauldrons, a low murmur arose in the square. This was probably the first time they had ever seen so many high-quality medicine cauldrons appear at the same time.
Among them, the most eye-catching are naturally Xiao Yan's Black Demon Medicine Cauldron and Wei Jiangyuan's Green Mountain Medicine Cauldron, both of which are listed on the Heavenly Cauldron Ranking. There are quite a few knowledgeable people at the Pill Gathering, and soon someone recognized these two very important medicine cauldrons.
In comparison, the other people's medicine cauldrons seemed rather ordinary. Even Ling Zhuo, although the medicine cauldron he was using was still extraordinary, it couldn't compare to the treasure cauldrons on the Heavenly Cauldron Ranking. The thought that he could have used the third-ranked Fusion Spirit Cauldron if Xiao Yan hadn't suddenly appeared made his resentment towards Xiao Yan even stronger.
If Xiao Yan hadn't appeared, he would be the true core of the entire event right now!
Fortunately, in the next moment, everyone simultaneously summoned their own flames, and the flames in the hands of more than three thousand people rose into the air at the same time. Instantly, thousands of flames rose and burned, leaping from the palms of each alchemist. At first, there were only a few scattered points, but in an instant, it became a prairie fire—more than three thousand streams of flame intertwined and rose, illuminating the entire sky as if it were a world of fire.
Among the many flames, the flames released by Cao Ying were the most eye-catching.
The flames were an extremely conspicuous bright red, even appearing to be a shade darker than blood. As the flames rose, a tiny figure could be vaguely seen within them, like a fire sprite, constantly tumbling and flying around.
As soon as this unusually bright red flame appeared, the flames in the surrounding alchemists' cauldrons suddenly rippled slightly, startling them so much that they quickly focused their attention and controlled them, then cast shocked glances at Cao Ying.
"Is this the Blood Demon Flame?"
The sudden fluctuation also caught Xiao Yan's attention. His gaze shifted and then settled on the blood-red flame in Cao Ying's palm. He was slightly taken aback, and then a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Xiao Yan had some understanding of the strange flames summoned by Cao Ying. He had seen them in some ancient books left by Yao Lao. This so-called Blood Demon Flame couldn't really be considered a natural fire; it would be more accurate to call it an artificial flame. The formation of the Blood Demon Flame was quite complex because it wasn't formed using fire itself. Instead, it required gathering the blood of nearly a thousand fire-attribute magical beasts, fusing these bloods filled with various fire-attribute auras together, and finally using the fire-attribute energy within the blood to condense into the shape of a flame.
This formed flame is called the Blood Demon Flame! Of course, this flame also has different strengths, and it is quite simple to distinguish the strength of the flame. You can judge it directly from the completeness of the small human figure inside the flame. Looking at the human figure inside the flame in Cao Ying's hand, it should obviously be the most powerful Blood Demon Flame. If you really want to compare it, it is probably only slightly inferior to Xiao Yan's Green Lotus Earth Core Flame.
Just as Cao Ying made a move, Ling Zhuo finally smiled slightly and unleashed a burst of Wind Fury Dragon Flame.
Suddenly, a violent, earth-yellow flame erupted, accompanied by the roar of a dragon, a symphony of wind and fire. A colossal dragon phantom, formed from sandstorm and flames, spiraled upwards, instantly scorching the surrounding space with spiderweb-like, twisted cracks. The moment this strange fire appeared, the flames within the alchemists' cauldrons within a hundred-foot radius trembled—Cao Ying's Blood Demon Flame curled up as if encountering its natural enemy, its originally eerie crimson color fading to a dark red under the pressure of the raging dragon flame; a seventh-grade alchemist's deep blue beast fire, ten feet away, lay prostrate at the bottom of the cauldron, its flames shrinking by a third; even a ball of azure flame floating a hundred meters in the air suddenly turned, flickering and turning towards the raging dragon flame as if on a pilgrimage.
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Several stone platforms nearby suddenly emitted muffled thuds, and the flames in the cauldrons of several alchemists extinguished on their own. One of them frantically pounded on his cauldron, only to see the remaining sparks drift towards Ling Zhuo's location as if drawn by a force, forming a swirling vortex of sparks around the Wind Fury Dragon Flame. The alchemists further away were doing their utmost to suppress the restless flames in their cauldrons, cold sweat beading on their foreheads—these primordial flames, usually so docile and easily controlled, were now like low-level magical beasts suppressed by their bloodlines, constantly emitting a sense of dread as if they wanted to submit.
The earthen-yellow fire dragon raised its head and roared, its scales shimmering with the rough luster unique to desert storms. Each swipe of its tail brought with it the dual pressure of hurricane and fire waves.
Xiao Yan was also somewhat surprised to see this. Ling Zhuo's performance was really exaggerated, and the pressure of the strange fire was extremely fierce!
Even Wei Jiangyuan, who was standing to the side, was somewhat powerless at this moment. After all, in terms of flames alone, who could compare to the strange fire?
However, Wei Jiangyuan was not in a hurry at all. He just looked at Xiao Yan leisurely. After all, the only thing that could contend with the Strange Flame was the Strange Flame! And Xiao Yan's Strange Flame was of much higher quality than the Wind Fury Dragon Flame.
Xiao Yan also had a thought, and he suddenly spread his arms, and purplish-red flames swept out from his body like a volcanic eruption, instantly dyeing half the sky a dazzling red lotus color. At the core of the flames, a hundred-foot-long fire lotus slowly bloomed, each petal compressed from a solidified strange fire energy.
The sandstorm dragon formed from the Wind Fury Dragon Flame in Ling Zhuo's palm let out an anxious low roar. The earth-yellow dragon scales melted and peeled off like ice and snow under the scorching sun under the glow of the red lotus fire. The dragon's roar, which was intertwined with wind and fire, turned into visible sound wave ripples, but only stirred up a few insignificant sparks on the sea of red lotus fire.
In comparison, the Wind Fury Dragon Flame was no match for the Crimson Lotus Heart Flame, a fact that Ling Zhuo was well aware of. Therefore, he immediately withdrew his Wind Fury Dragon Flame, and Xiao Yan's decisive victory drew cheers from the entire audience.
"Excellent! Xiao Yan will definitely be the champion!"
"With the flames suppressing the attack and the medicine cauldron becoming even stronger, I really don't know how Ling Zhuo can defeat Xiao Yan."
"First place is still first place. Ling Zhuo and Yan Yi'er are just second to none..."
Unlike the cheers and jubilation of the audience, Xiao Yan was suspicious at this moment: after all, Ling Zhuo knew very well that Feng Nu Long Yan was no match for Hong Lian Xin Huo. Why did he make such a big show of attack and lose to him again?
It couldn't be that he lost control of his emotions because he was at a disadvantage in the comparison of medicine cauldrons, Xiao Yan vaguely felt that Ling Zhuo must have his own purpose.