County Town Chapter 59: The Nameless Fire Rises

  Zong Si's expression turned solemn as he said, "Your progress is too rapid, in the several decades since our sect was established, no one like you has appeared. Since you are against Guiyuan Temple and our sect, sparing your life would be a future problem, so today I will take care of you."

  Yitian Xing smiled in the flames: "Take me in? Do you think I'm a monster? As far as I've heard, although the top three heavens are mysterious, they don't interfere with worldly affairs. Especially in the Tianmen of Good Fortune, there are countless cultivators, but it's strictly forbidden to get involved in worldly disputes and struggles. You people have been trying to get rid of me several times, aren't you afraid of being punished by the sect rules?"

  Zong Si said coldly: "In just a few short months, you've gone from being an outsider who didn't understand anything to having a cultivation level that's even higher than mine. Who knows if you're some kind of monster or not?"

  Yitian Xing listened to him say that in his heart, he had a hidden worry, and he smiled with a hint of mischief, his white teeth gleaming brightly in the flickering flames: "Is it human or demon, can't it be decided by you auspicious heavens?"

  "Regardless of whether you are human or demon, if you dare to be an enemy of the young master, then it is a dead end." Zong Si replied coldly.

  A faint "crack" sound.

  Somehow, Yi Tianxing, who was previously sitting cross-legged and competing with the oil lamp for control of the fire element, had floated to the back of Zong Si like a gust of wind. With a light push of his fiery palm, he patted Zong Si's shoulder.

  Zong Si let out a strange cry, and his entire body was sent flying into the air by this palm strike.

  Yi Tian Xing had been waiting for half a day before he finally got this opportunity, seeing him defending in mid-air in a state of great disorder. He wouldn't miss it, his right hand's middle finger flicked once, and a crimson flame shot towards his chest. Unexpectedly, the small oil lamp on the scene was indeed formidable, seemingly having an extremely strong attractive force, which forcibly pulled this crimson flame off by several inches, not hitting Zhong Si's chest but instead grazing his cheek, leaving behind a deep scorch mark.

  Zong Si let out a low hum, then dove into the forest canopy, carrying the flame on his shoulder to who-knows-where. Yi Tian Xing watched with wide eyes, also unsure what method this little guy used to extinguish the fire that had been on his own shoulder.

  At this time, the seal that Zong Si had previously set up was broken, but the sparks in the forest were everywhere, and the green leaves and branches were burned to rise in thick smoke. The forest was almost invisible, and although Zong Si escaped, the ancient oil lamp with a faint dark golden color still hovered quietly in front of Yi Tian Xing, not far away.

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  Yi Tian Xing didn't bother to chase after the injured Zong Si, thinking that this person's cultivation realm was lower than his own yet dared to come and capture him. It seemed that the broken oil lamp in front of him was definitely an extraordinary magical artifact. Thinking of this, he looked at the true fire swirling out of his body, circling around the oil lamp without stopping, but no matter what, he couldn't summon it back. As a result, he couldn't help but feel some apprehension and anxiety in his heart, so he sat down cross-legged again in front of the oil lamp, wanting to think of a way to deal with this magical artifact.

  He thought that Zong Si had suffered a severe injury from his own palm, and although the oil lamp and "Fire Essence" were dealing with him, he didn't dare to go far, but he should also not have the courage to come and ambush him again. So, he sat down at ease and dug out the supreme Dharma of Buddhism in his mind.

  "Things are born, but do not accumulate, nor perish; they do not abandon their various forms. Although they disappear, they do not perish."

  The Heavenly Path revolves with a single, crystal clear heart, secretly operating the mind that observes and evaluates things. Vaguely sensing that the primordial fire is similar to the true energy between heaven and earth, it also explores the path of return, but ultimately cannot find a specific method, and can't help but feel anxious.

  With a movement of his Buddhist heart, his divine consciousness was slightly disturbed, but he directly penetrated through the forest canopy's mist and fog to sense that bird.

  That red bird is flying swiftly through the treetops, seemingly in a great hurry.

  The originally lush treetops had been scorched dry by the flames that had spread through the forest, and Yi Tianxing sat cross-legged on a clearing, struggling to counter the divine sense of the Kunlun Fire Essence in the ancient bronze oil lamp. In the depths of the treetops, a pair of eyes filled with ominous energy stared at him. Above the treetops, a small bird with a completely red body flitted back and forth at a speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, as if it wanted to rush into the forest.

  "Don't come down." Yi Tianxing muttered to himself.

  He still has a bit of strength left, secretly practicing the Three Flavors Meditation Sutra, his spirit stirring.

  "When going out and coming in, one's breath is calm, and when leaving, one's heart's reflection follows."

  As the Zen scripture's true words were spoken, the residual fire element within his body slowly began to circulate along a certain part of his abdomen. Initially faint, it gradually grew thicker, forming a whirlpool like a rapid current in water. He observed himself with his heart scripture and discovered this great anomaly, but he didn't know whether it was auspicious or ominous. However, the fire element's absorbing power was much greater than before, and the speed at which the oil lamp absorbed his own fire element slowed down significantly.

  Yi Tian Xing gazed quietly at the faint flame inside the oil lamp, really couldn't understand how such an inconspicuous thing could have such great magical powers. Only now did he recall that Gui Yuan Temple's Bi Nuo Da Shi had once mentioned that Jixiang Tian was most skilled in refining instruments. When he and Zong Si first clashed, he saw that his cultivation wasn't impressive, but forgot that he might be carrying a treasure, truly foolish beyond measure.

  His eyes were fixed on the front, his own Huo Yuan organization's several fire dragons revolved around the oil lamp without stopping, but his divine sense was placed above the forest, very carefully paying attention to Zong Si's movements and Xiao Zhu Que.

  The treetops in the upper right corner rustled slightly.

  Yitian Xing knew that Zong Si was coming.

  At this time, his internal fire was spinning faster and faster, slowly equaling the suction power of the oil lamp, but Zong Si had arrived!

  Yi Tian Xing felt a slight panic, unsure of which one he should attend to first.

  Just as he was thinking, a spell sounded from above: "Zhen Li Kan Du, Yi Zan Fu Jiang!" A piece of dark energy with an ominous aura pounced towards him from the shoulder.

  As the Taoist saying sounded, the oil lamp in front of Yi Tianxing suddenly burst into brilliant light, and a very powerful force was transmitted from there, and the few fire dragons that were originally surrounding the oil lamp were instantly absorbed by three points!

  Yi Tian Xing grunted and twisted his body with great effort, barely dodging Zong Si's palm strike from the sky.

  But that thought was strange and unusual, as if it were intangible and formless. His body was surrounded by a faint aura of residual shadows, which revolved around him, occasionally extending a palm.

  Yi Tian Xing was extremely fast, but at this moment, more than half of his divine consciousness was being held back by the oil lamps lit by the scene's focal point. He sat cross-legged, and could only passively endure the beating. Although he reacted quickly, his movements were not convenient, and in the end, he was still slapped several times by Zong Si. Although his body was sturdy and wouldn't be injured, the scorching pain on his shoulders and back still made him furious.

  Anonymous fire?

  Yi Tian Xing thought of this sentence in his heart, and the next moment he understood the way to defeat his enemy. Zong Si floated near again like a ghost, and a poisonous palm struck out, just about to hit him under the ribs when he moved his mind, and a method quickly emerged, a ball of true fire seeped out from under his own ribs, burning Zong Si's palm directly.

  Zong Si Guai let out a strange cry, his left palm shot out from under his armpit, replacing his right palm which was about to strike his face.

  But his movements were strange and elusive, yet ultimately unable to match the speed of Yitian's divine thoughts. Before his palm even touched the door, a ball of true fire came to meet him.

  Yitian's body currently had true fire that was playing a game of cat and mouse with the Huojing oil lamp, but the remaining true fire was enough to counter Zongsi's fists and feet.

  After exchanging several rounds, Yi Tianxing calmed down and knew that Zong Si had nothing but this treasure except for his own fist and footwork, which was not too afraid of.