Chapter 31: Natal Flame

Ling Changge closed her eyes and felt the wood-type spiritual power and fire-type spiritual power slowly merging in her body. The burning sensation of the fire-type spiritual power itself continued to burn her tendons and veins.

Qin Ran's face turned from white to red and then to pale, and even the blood color on his lips slowly faded away.

Enduring the severe pain, he let the two spiritual powers circulate in his body. At this moment, the five-petal lotus in his dantian emitted bursts of inspiring power. The two spiritual powers flowed into his dantian and surrounded the lotus. A warmth came from his dantian. At this moment, it seemed as if something was about to erupt from his palm.

Ling Changge's expression changed, he turned his wrist and shouted, "Go!"

I saw two balls of five-colored flames rising in the palm of my hand.

"Found it!" Ling Changge's voice was filled with joy: "Tata! Look!"

Ta Ling rubbed his eyes and looked at her sleepily. When his gaze fell on the two flames, his eyes suddenly widened.

It usually takes a long time for ordinary people to find their natal flame, and they may even fail several times. It is rare for people to find it as quickly as she did.

They didn't see that the moment the flames appeared, a ball of light on the first floor of the Burning Dragon Tower suddenly exploded.

"Is this my natal flame?" Ling Changge looked at the five-colored flame with some curiosity: "The color of this flame..."

"Normal alchemists only have fire and wood spiritual roots, so their flames are mostly red or green. Some with exceptional talent have three spiritual roots, so their flames appear in three colors. But you are different. You have spiritual roots of all elements, so your flames naturally appear in five colors. A master with spiritual roots of all elements has not appeared in the entire continent for ten thousand years."

"I see." Ling Changge nodded. "What do you mean by the entire continent?"

The tower spirit looked at her and said softly, "Young man, where you are is just the tip of the iceberg of this continent. This continent is very large, far beyond your imagination. When your spiritual power increases in the future, you will naturally understand the meaning of my words today."

Ling Changge looked at it with some disdain. It clearly looked like a little brat, but it had to pretend to be an adult. Ling Changge couldn't help it and reached out to rub its head a few times.

"Who gave you the courage to teach me a lesson?"

Taring glared at her and shouted, "Hairstyle! Hairstyle! My hairstyle!"

"You don't have much hair on your head, and you still have a hairstyle! It's a good thing there's no wind in the Burning Dragon Tower, otherwise I'd be afraid that the few hairs on your head would be blown away."

Upon hearing this, Ta Ling gritted his teeth and said to himself: For the sake of the elixir, I won't bother with her, I won't bother with her... But he was still very angry!

Ling Changge came to the rusty sword, summoned his innate flame, and swung it casually, and the flame fell on the sword.

In an instant, the long sword was engulfed in flames.

"call···"

A steady stream of flames gushed out from Ling Changge's palm, and the spiritual power in his body was quickly exhausted.

Her face was pale and large beads of sweat were sliding down her forehead.

The last bit of flame disappeared from the center of his palm. Ling Changge lay on the ground somewhat exhausted, gasping for breath.

Tower Spirit looked at the long sword and whispered, "There's no change to the sword."

Ling Changge sat up and said angrily, "I'm so tired, and it hasn't changed at all."

"So maybe it's more than just a spiritual weapon." She has all the spiritual roots, so her flame is naturally different from that of ordinary people. Although her spiritual power is low now, the power of her flame is not weak. It has been burned for such a long time, but it has not changed at all. It is really abnormal.

When Ling Changge heard this, a light flashed in her eyes. She walked to the sword, reached out to grab it and tried to lift it, but the sword seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She gathered her spiritual power in her hand, and the veins on her wrist were exposed, but she still couldn't lift the sword.

Seeing this, the tower spirit whispered, "It is indeed so."

"What's the meaning?"

"With your current spiritual power, you can't even bring out one ten-thousandth of it. Whether it's a spiritual weapon or a divine weapon, they all have their own spirits. If your strength is not recognized by them, there's no need to waste your energy." The tower spirit waved her hand, and a dagger stopped in front of Ling Changge.

"Although this dagger isn't a spiritual weapon, it's made of ten-thousand-year-old black iron. The weapon refiner was distracted while forging it and didn't refine a weapon spirit into it. Otherwise, it would definitely be a top-grade spiritual weapon."

Spiritual weapons are divided into low-level, mid-level, high-level, inferior quality, medium quality, superior quality and top quality.

For a spiritual weapon to be called a top-grade one, the materials used to cast it must be the best.

Ling Changge looked at the dagger in his hand and waved it a few times in the air. The air seemed to be torn apart, causing waves.

A strange feeling came from the palm of my hand.

Ling Changge raised his brows slightly. Does this spiritual weapon really have no spirit?

"Now that you have the flame, you can try to refine pills." Tata looked at her and whispered, "You don't have enough spiritual power, so it's difficult to make pills, but you can refine some potions and exchange them for some spiritual coins."

Alchemy!

Ling Changge was delighted.

In her previous life, although she had no spiritual power or natal flame, she used high-tech furnaces in the laboratory to make elixirs, but she had elixir recipes! Moreover, the medicines used in her previous life were not considered spiritual medicines, and most herbs could be used to make the recipe.

"Right now you need an alchemy furnace." Tata sat on a chair, swinging his legs. "With your current spiritual power, you only need an elementary alchemy furnace."

The Ling family has never had an alchemist, so if you want this furnace, you can only go to the ghost market.

There was such a big commotion at the ghost market today, it’s better not to go there now.

When she walked out of the Burning Dragon Tower, she found that it was already dark.

"Oh no!" Grandfather must be worried if he doesn't go back at this time.

As expected, when she returned home, the Ling family had already sent many disciples out to look for her.

"This young lady is really something. It's fine that she's uneducated on a normal day, but now the hunting competition is coming up, and she's not qualified to participate, but we still have to! Can she afford to delay our training?"

"That's right, she is a waste. Are we also wastes?"

"If you ask me, Miss Ling Ling is still better."

"What's the point of being excellent? Isn't it because of her that she's grounded? I think this young lady is nothing but a jinx!"

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Let's go find it quickly! Once we find it, we can go back and practice. Don't let the Patriarch hear about it, or we'll all be doomed."

The voices of several people were getting farther and farther away. Ling Changge walked out from the darkness, touched the tip of his nose, and a trace of self-blame flashed through his heart.

"Hey, it seems that Ling Changge is indeed unwelcome."

In fact, this is not anyone else's fault. Ling Changge was indeed quite annoying in the past.