BTTH : Emperor Yang

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Su Qian's expression was gloomy as he stared at the group of people who had suddenly appeared, tearing through the spatial barrier.

Finally, his gaze slowly landed on the man leading the group — dressed in the robes of an alchemist.

Su Qian narrowed his eyes and let out a cold laugh. "Well, well, I was wondering who it was. Turns out to be Han Feng, the so-called Medicine Emperor of the Black-Corner Region."

"Hehe, Elder Su is too courteous. That 'Medicine Emperor' title is merely something the friends in the Black-Corner Region casually bestowed upon me — it's not worth taking seriously." Han Feng waved his hand casually, seemingly modest, though the corners of his thin lips curled into a faint smile as he offered a humble nod toward Su Qian.

"Rebellious disciple!" Yao Lao's voice sounded slowly in Xiao Yan's heart, filled with hatred and anger.

"…" Xiao Yan.

"So that's Han Feng?" He looked at the handsome man leading the group.

His eyes examined him closely — this man who could technically be considered his senior fellow disciple, a master alchemist.

Of course, while there was curiosity, what he felt even more strongly was disgust.

After all, since ancient times, traitorous disciples who turned against their master were universally reviled.

…

"Han Feng, this is the territory of my Jia Nan Academy. You barge in uninvited — what are you trying to do?" Vice Principal Hu Gan also had an unpleasant expression as he slowly rose into the air, positioning himself behind Su Qian. He shouted at Han Feng across the distance.

To this, Han Feng merely smiled lightly, his gaze drifting toward the shattered tip of the Blazing Sky Qi Refining Tower, speaking in a gentle tone: "Heavenly Flames are rare wonders of heaven and earth. Sealing it here like this — isn't that a bit too cruel?"

"As an alchemist, fire is more than just a tool — it's practically a sacred belief to us. A Heavenly Flame is like a divine relic. So today, I, Han Feng, am here to sincerely ask Elder Su to release this sacred flame and return its freedom. Such imprisonment... is truly unbecoming."

"…"

As soon as Han Feng said this, the entire place fell into silence.

Not only did Su Qian and the others have strange expressions, but even the powerful experts from the Black-Corner Region standing behind Han Feng wore looks of awkward confusion.

In the Black-Corner Region, murder and robbery were daily affairs — who cared about imprisonment or morality?

And more importantly, the thing they were talking about wasn't even a person — it was a mass of fire.

Granted, it was a Heavenly Flame.

"What a ridiculous excuse. In all my years, I've never seen someone so shameless!" Hu Gan sneered and waved his hand.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The air was instantly filled with piercing wind sounds.

Nearly twenty figures, each with Dou Qi wings sprouting from their backs, shot into the sky and hovered behind Hu Gan and Su Qian, glaring fiercely at Han Feng and his group.

"If you want to steal the Heavenly Flame, then just say it. Why go through all this nonsense? Aren't you afraid of tarnishing your reputation as the so-called Medicine Emperor and becoming a laughingstock?"

Su Qian flicked his sleeve and swept his gaze across the strange-looking group of experts behind Han Feng. His hand inside his sleeve subconsciously tightened as he said blandly, "Heh. Blood Sect, Earth Flame Gate, the Eight Gate's leaders — you've all come too? Aren't you afraid of Jia Nan Academy's retaliation in the future?"

At these words, the gathered experts frowned slightly, but none of them responded.

After all, being questioned by a Mid-level Dou Zong wasn't something just anyone had the guts to push back against.

"Hehe, Elder Su is certainly a man who speaks his mind," Han Feng chuckled, smoothly picking up the conversation. He sighed softly and said, "Since you already know my purpose, then I'll be direct. Please make an exception — I think you understand just how important a Heavenly Flame is to us alchemists."

"If you hand the flame over to me, no matter what condition you set, I, Han Feng, will do everything I can to fulfill it."

Upon hearing this, Su Qian sneered, the corners of his lips curling with mockery. He flicked his sleeve and said with disdain, "I know exactly what kind of person you are, Han Feng. If it were your master, Yao Zun Zhe, making that offer, I might actually consider it. As for you… go cultivate for a few more decades before trying to negotiate with me again."

"My Jia Nan Academy has stood strong in the Black-Corner Region for so many years and even became the number one academy on the Dou Qi continent — not through empty reputation."

Hearing this, the smile on Han Feng's face gradually faded. The warmth in his eyes slowly turned cold.

Su Qian's words had clearly touched on some of his sore spots — perhaps even his pride.

"In that case… don't blame me, Han Feng, for resorting to force!"

As his voice dropped, a deep-blue flame — like liquid — suddenly surged from within him, rapidly engulfing his entire body.

At the same time, an intense wave of heat began to spread outward, slowly saturating the entire Inner Academy.

Han Feng hovered in mid-air, his body entirely engulfed in a deep blue flame that flowed like liquid, making him look like a deity of fire.

Whoosh, whoosh—

Soft sounds like ocean tides quietly rippled through the hearts of everyone present.

"Heavenly Flame!"

As the deep-blue fire emerged, shocked exclamations echoed across the sky.

With their sharp eyes, it only took a glance for many to identify the flame Han Feng wielded.

Blue as the ocean. Fluid like water.

Sea Heart Flame.

…

On a hillside in the distance, Xiao Yan concealed his body among the thick foliage, his gaze locked onto the scene unfolding in the sky through the gaps in the leaves.

When he saw that deep, water-like blue flame, his pupils shrank sharply.

He took a light breath of cold air and muttered, "Sea Heart Flame… so this guy really does possess a Heavenly Flame!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yan's expression subtly changed.

He had suddenly felt the jet-black ring on his finger grow extremely hot in that instant.

Enduring the burning pain on his finger, Xiao Yan remained silent.

He knew exactly what it meant — it was a reaction caused by his master's violently fluctuating emotions. The turbulence in Yao Lao's soul was stirring unrest.

"Master," Xiao Yan called out softly in his heart, a little worried.

After a long pause…

Yao Lao's voice finally rang out, low and hoarse, "I'm fine… Heh, it really is the Sea Heart Flame… I didn't expect that traitorous disciple of mine, that master-killer, would be lucky enough to obtain such a thing."

Xiao Yan gently stroked the black ring with his fingers, whispering in his heart, "Don't worry, Master. That disgraceful traitor will not survive today."

He slowly tightened his grip on the jade pendant in his hand. "Brother Wei is nearby. He may have already set his sights on Han Feng."

"Brother Wei is half your disciple as well. When it comes to cleaning house… I doubt he'll refuse."

"Indeed." Yao Lao's voice responded with rare satisfaction.

This was different from the original novel. In the canon story, Xiao Yan and Yao Lao had been helpless when facing Han Feng at this moment — suppressed and frustrated, forced to swallow their hatred in silence.

But now, it was different.

Wei Yang's presence had undoubtedly given the master and disciple immense confidence and support.

Their current circumstances were far, far better than in the original version.

Sometimes, the importance of finding the right backer… well, this was the perfect example.

Wei Yang had indeed taken many benefits from Yao Lao in secret — but at the same time, he had also given substantial help to both Yao Lao and Xiao Yan, whether intentionally or not.

Yao Lao and Xiao Yan could rely on Wei Yang as a powerful backer — and Wei Yang, in turn, could count on them.

This was mutual benefit and true cooperation — the correct way to do things.

At the very least, for now, in this remote northwestern corner of the Dou Qi Continent, as long as Wei Yang was around, the master and disciple pair were in no real danger.

Yao Lao sighed with complicated emotions and said, "Xiao Yan… notify that Brat Wei. Let him make his move. It's time to… clean house."

"Mm." Xiao Yan nodded firmly and clenched the jade pendant in his hand.

Crack!

A faint cracking sound echoed from within his palm.

The jade pendant instantly crumbled into a fine dust, slipping between his fingers and scattering into the wind.

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