"Aren't you the divine sword that fears neither my spiritual flames nor anything else?"
"Huh?!" Yun Yao was a little confused by Shu Lan's train of thought.
"If I remember correctly, when you were forged, you were baptized by a trace of heavenly fire. In addition, your contract with me is very special, as it is bound to my soul. You have been assimilated by the spiritual flames of my soul day and night, so you should be immune to my spiritual flames now. You are perfect for extracting the sub-flame of my spiritual flames." Shu Lan stroked her chin and finally came to this conclusion.
"What?! You actually, you actually want to use me as a tool to extract the fire!" Yun Yao couldn't hold back any longer. "I am a divine sword, a divine sword! You actually want to use my true form to do such a thing!"
"But I don't have any better options." Shu Lan spread her hands, her tone full of helplessness.
"No, no, I protest!" Yun Yao shook her head like a rattle drum.
"Protest denied." Shu Lan reached out and pinned Yun Yao's head in place. "Besides, can you bear to watch your master fail because she doesn't have the right tools? Can you bear to watch your master get hurt?"
"I..." Yun Yao was speechless for a moment. Finally, she made up her mind: "Fine! I'll be a tool then! As a divine sword, I can bend and stretch! Ten thousand years from now, I'll still be a good sword!"
"You drama queen!" Shu Lan slapped Yun Yao on the head. "You have a good sword? Then I'm just a hero."
Yun Yao looked at Shu Lan with resentment, "How did I end up with a master like you?"
"Alright, alright, let's get back to business." Shu Lan waved her hand, stopping Yun Yao's acting outburst.
"After we retrieve the sub-fire, I need you to be there to protect us. Make sure I can successfully help Xiao An fuse the sub-fire and avoid any accidents."
"Oh, so you're using me as two spirits? Do you get double the pay?" Yun Yao pouted, but when she saw Shu Lan raise her hand to slap her again, she quickly changed her mind and said, "Okay, okay, I agree."
"Then we'll have to rely on you, Yun Yao." Shu Lan changed her slap into a gentle pat on Yun Yao's head.
"I understand." Yun Yao breathed a soft sigh of relief, looking somewhat listless.
"If you help me this time, I can consider coming out more often in the future." (He only said "consider," meaning it's entirely up to him whether he actually comes out.) Shu Lan silently kept the last sentence to himself, smiling at Yun Yao.
"Really?" Yun Yao perked up immediately upon hearing this.
"Of course."
"Okay! Leave it to me!" Yun Yao suddenly became incredibly heroic. She patted her chest with a touch of pride, as if she had been injected with adrenaline, full of fighting spirit.
"I can't wait any longer, Master. When do you plan to start?" Yun Yao felt like she couldn't rest for a moment and was very excited.
"It will be almost over after this Cloud Soaring Gathering, at which time I will pass on the Zi Huo to Xiao An."
"However, what I need to consider now is which type of spiritual flame's sub-flame to pass on to Xiao An?" Shu Lan began a long period of contemplation.
Yun Yao, meanwhile, was fidgeting around, occasionally rolling around on Shu Lan's bed. Shu Lan, lost in thought, ignored Yun Yao.
As the moon rose high in the sky, and Yun Yao was fast asleep on Shu Lan's bed, Shu Lan suddenly slammed her hand on the table: "I've got it! This is it!"
"Hmm..." Yun Yao was startled awake by the sound of Shu Lan slamming her hand on the table. She sat up and rubbed her sleepy eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I've decided to pass on the Wood Spirit's Sub-Fire to Xiao An," Shu Lan told Yun Yao.
"Wood Spirit Flame? Isn't that a special wood-attribute spirit flame?" Yun Yao had now regained her senses. "It's the most vital spirit flame, capable of healing a cultivator's wounds and giving life to all things. Furthermore, its temperature is extremely high, capable of burning everything to ashes; it truly is a matter of life and death in an instant!"
"Are you really going to pass on such a precious sub-fire to your disciple?" Yun Yao looked at Shu Lan in disbelief.
"Yes." Shu Lan nodded affirmatively, "Only this kind of spiritual flame is most suitable for Xiao An. The Ice Spirit Burning Flame and the Taiyin Water Flame are ice and water attributes respectively, but Xiao An has dual spiritual roots of metal and fire. Their attributes are somewhat incompatible with Xiao An's, so those two kinds of spiritual flames are not suitable for Xiao An."
“But Wood Spirit Flame is different; it’s wood-attribute. It complements Xiao An’s fire spirit root perfectly, as wood can enhance fire. And Xiao An’s other spirit root, metal, can suppress the wood attribute, so it’s less likely to go out of control. In short, Wood Spirit Flame is the most suitable spirit flame for Xiao An.” Saying this, Shu Lan couldn’t help but smile; he was happy to be able to help Xiao An.
Looking at Shu Lan's gentle smile, Yun Yao couldn't help but shake her head helplessly: "You really are a doting father! Sigh, hopeless."
The night passed in the blink of an eye, and the next day arrived as promised.
Today is a competition for Nascent Soul stage cultivators, which is also divided into two groups: disciples and elders.
Venerable Lieyang arrived at the stands early today, as it was the day for most of the elders of the Star River Sect to compete. Venerable Lieyang was very much looking forward to it, hoping to see the elders bring glory to the Star River Sect and elevate its reputation to new heights.
"Good morning, senior brother." Shu Lan greeted Venerable Lieyang when she arrived at the stands.
"Good morning, Junior Brother." After greeting him, Venerable Lieyang turned his gaze to the arena. The cultivator on the arena was an inner sect elder of the Star River Sect. He was currently locked in a fierce battle with his opponent, and the scene was extremely intense.
Shu Lan looked around and sensed that something seemed amiss.
Shu Lan tugged at Venerable Lieyang's sleeve.
"Hmm? Junior brother, what's wrong?" Venerable Lieyang turned his head in confusion.
"Senior brother, something's strange!" Shu Lan's expression was very serious. "Sense carefully, the atmosphere around us is a bit off!"
Upon hearing Shu Lan's words, Venerable Lieyang immediately became vigilant. He sensed the surroundings as Shu Lan had instructed. Venerable Lieyang, like Shu Lan, was a Nascent Soul cultivator; there was no reason why he couldn't sense what Shu Lan could.
So, when he shifted his attention away from the ring, he immediately noticed something was wrong with his surroundings. The atmosphere on the platform was somewhat chilly, with a feeling that a storm was brewing.
Just as Venerable Lieyang was about to say something, screams suddenly came from the surrounding cultivators.
"Enemy attack!"
"Damn it, those are scoundrels from the demon race!"
"How did the demons manage to infiltrate?!"
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