Chapter Seventeen: Impulse Is the Devil

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Inside the closed room atop Danyang Peak, Lin Hao sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, red flames flickering around his body. Within him, nine supreme divine veins, like nine azure dragons, connected to his dantian, where a vortex of true qi began to form.

This was the Qi Sea, which Lin Hao had just opened.

At the very moment he opened his Qi Sea, the universe’s primal energy on Danyang Peak surged wildly toward the room, flooding Lin Hao’s body like a rising tide.

“What a commotion! How large a Qi Sea is he trying to cultivate?” Outside, Ren Baichuan, who had been keeping watch, was astonished.

Indeed, the Qi Sea Lin Hao had opened was powerful, like a vast ocean with an endless flow of true qi. Even the surrounding primal energy was insufficient; Lin Hao had to directly refine two low-grade primal stones to stabilize it.

In a short time, Lin Hao successfully surged to the peak of the first stage of the Qi Sea Realm, only a step away from the second stage. Normally, one could not reach the peak of the first stage immediately upon opening the Qi Sea, but Lin Hao had other advantages—fire!

Yes, supreme fire.

His supreme body was a treasure trove, an inexhaustible resource. With his cultivation advancing, new special abilities could be continuously awakened. This time, with all nine veins opened, a primordial flame was directly awakened within him, emerging from the supreme divine veins—crimson like the setting sun, majestic and lofty.

“What a magnificent supreme fire. Not only does it give me another method of attack, but it can also temper my body at any time and enhance my physical strength,” Lin Hao’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

He flicked his finger, and the supreme fire transformed into a small flame that danced like a spiritual snake at his fingertip. With a thought, the flame trembled and shaped itself into a fiery sword, obedient as an extension of his arm.

Outside, Ren Baichuan’s face changed drastically. “That is… the aura of a primordial flame.”

As an alchemist, Ren Baichuan’s sensitivity to flames far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Bang!

While Lin Hao was curiously playing with the flame—sometimes turning it into a dragon, sometimes a sword, sometimes a blade—the door was suddenly shattered by a kick. Ren Baichuan hurried in, his gaze immediately fixed on the flame in Lin Hao’s hand, pupils dilated, stars flashing in his eyes—as if a parched man had suddenly seen an unparalleled beauty standing naked before him.

“Old Ren, are you aroused? Don’t direct that at me,” Lin Hao quickly said, retracting the supreme fire and stepping back two paces.

“What kind of flame was that just now?” Ren Baichuan asked excitedly.

With his sharp eyesight, the flame Lin Hao had just released was undoubtedly a primordial fire of very high rank. In his half-century life as an alchemist, he had never seen such a level of flame before.

“It’s innate,” Lin Hao answered honestly.

“Born with it?”

“Almost,” Lin Hao replied. Although the supreme fire had just awakened, it was no different from being innate.

Upon hearing this, Ren Baichuan felt a surge of frustration, his eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment, finally cursing under his breath, “Damn!”

It was utterly unfair.

This world had no fairness—some were born favored by Heaven. What Ren Baichuan had strived for all his life and could not obtain, Lin Hao had from birth.

As an alchemist, fire was fundamental. Possessing the supreme primordial fire meant his alchemical skills would be unmatched.

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In fact, Ren Baichuan’s own flame was not ordinary either, derived from the fire seed of a rare demonic beast. But compared with Lin Hao’s supreme fire, it was nothing but trash.

“Old Ren, what’s wrong?” Lin Hao asked, puzzled by Ren Baichuan’s overwhelming reaction.

It was no fault of his—he knew nothing about alchemy and did not understand the importance of fire to an alchemist. He didn’t even know the grade of his own supreme fire.

“I don’t want to talk to you now. I want to be alone,” Ren Baichuan said, turning away, looking aggrieved as he stared at the broken door he had kicked down.

“Who is ‘alone’?” Lin Hao asked.

Ren Baichuan: …

“I’m just trying to lighten the mood, Old Ren. Don’t take it to heart.”

Ren Baichuan turned back and scrutinized Lin Hao, circling him three times, making Lin Hao uncomfortable.

“Old Ren, please don’t do this. I’m scared. If you have something to say, just say it directly,” Lin Hao said, unable to bear it.

“Want to learn alchemy?” Ren Baichuan asked.

“Alchemy?” Lin Hao shook his head. “No.”

Ren Baichuan stumbled, nearly falling headfirst, staring at Lin Hao in disbelief. Had he heard wrong?

What? Not interested?

“Do you know what you’re saying? Do you understand the value of an alchemist? Do you know how many people want to learn from me? I’ll give you one more chance to reconsider and answer carefully,” Ren Baichuan said, spitting as he spoke, still holding back the words: ‘Do you know this is the first time I’ve voluntarily offered to teach someone alchemy?’

Do you know how deep the wound is to an alchemist’s pride, being rejected like this?

“I don’t want to learn alchemy; it’s dull and boring. I like fighting,” Lin Hao replied seriously. “Is there an alchemy competition at the Hundred Sect Tournament? I need to train hard and improve my cultivation to fight for the sect.”

Ren Baichuan was speechless, unable to respond.

He lowered his head and left the room in a daze, feeling a deep shadow of defeat and unprecedented emotional injury.

He had never encountered someone whose mind was solely devoted to fighting and who saw alchemy as a waste of time.

Realizing he had hurt the old man’s feelings, Lin Hao hurried after him. “Old Ren, don’t go. I’ll learn, I’ll learn, isn’t that enough?”

“Get lost! I don’t want to see you,” Ren Baichuan snapped.

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“Calm down. I know an elegant old lady in Tianbao City. I’ll introduce her to you later.”

“Get lost! Now! Disappear from my sight immediately!”

“Old Ren, anger harms your health.”

“You brat, you like fighting? I’ll spar with you a few rounds!”

…

From Danyang Peak came a series of howls, and soon Lin Hao, battered and bruised, leaned against a large rock, panting.

“You like fighting, don’t you?” Ren Baichuan stood before him, sleeves rolled up, smiling brightly.

“I want to learn alchemy,” Lin Hao quickly said.

Meanwhile, in Tianbao City—

Night had fallen, and the cold wind swept through the city. A grim and deadly aura filled the skies above.

In the Lin family manor, Lin Zhennan, the First and Second Elders gathered around a stone table, leisurely sipping tea.

“Good tea, but it can only be enjoyed once a year,” the Second Elder said, unwilling to part with his cup, licking it repeatedly.

“This is true profound tea, imbued with supreme essence and the patterns of the Great Dao. You can’t expect to drink it every day. One cup brings benefits that last a year. Second Elder, please stop licking—it’s disgusting,” the First Elder said, half in disdain, half licking his own cup.

“A distinguished guest has arrived,” Lin Zhennan said calmly, setting down his cup.

“Such strong killing intent. The visitor means harm,” the Second Elder observed.

“A Master of the Transformation Realm. The Lin family has no enemies; most likely that brat caused trouble as soon as he arrived at the Tai Xuan Sect,” the First Elder said with a smile.

“If he causes trouble, we clean up after him,” the Second Elder replied indifferently.

“Second Elder, you’ll be the one to clean up this time,” Lin Zhennan said.

At that moment, a domineering figure appeared in the sky above the Lin family manor. Waves of raging fury rolled like tides, the killing intent weaving countless strands, swirling overhead.

Li Kaixian’s eyes were bloodshot like a great demon, burning with overwhelming hatred.

With a wave of his hand, Li Kaixian unleashed a formation diagram that enveloped the entire Lin family manor. In a voice like a god of war, he declared, “Today, not a single dog or chicken of the Lin family will be left standing.”