Chapter 84 Wildfire Cannot Burn Out
Chapter 84 Wildfire Cannot Burn Out
Wang Yan's expression was solemn: "Grandmaster, I am indeed afraid. I am afraid that they will really set the fire on. This is our home, and we cannot let the enemy destroy it! If the fire burns the mountain, large areas of the mountain will be exposed, and it will take a long time for trees to grow back after being replanted. It will also alert the high-level mystic beasts of other mountains, and the situation will only get worse."
"If you could provide the clothes of an inner disciple of one of the three sects, I could disguise myself and have a better chance of success."
Qin Bilian stared at him for a while, then said decisively, "Xiao Jin, you accompany Wang Yan to disguise yourself as a disciple of the Blazing Fire Sect and go outside to take a look. I will also dispatch a group of Xuanpo Realm disciples to leave the formation and patrol the surrounding foothills."
Deacon Jin was slightly taken aback, but quickly straightened his posture, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, and replied, "Yes!"
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Fifteen minutes later.
Disguised as a cultivator from the Blazing Fire Sect, Deacon Xiao Jin, along with Wang Yan, carefully slipped out of the sect's protective formation using their identity tokens.
The Xuan Qi outside the formation was much weaker than that inside, and the vegetation was also sparse.
Wang Yan immediately heard light footsteps approaching from several dozen feet away.
"Hurry, we only have half a cup of tea's time left before we light the fire together. We need to choose a good hiding place so that the Cloud Cauldron Sect doesn't find out too early!"
"Do you think the Cloud Cauldron Sect will dare to continue hiding inside the great formation this time?"
"They definitely wouldn't dare! Once this wildfire spreads, it will engulf everything. If they don't want their sect to be burned to the ground, they'll definitely have to come out and put out the fire. As long as their people come out, we can arrest them and force them to confess."
His accent was not much different from that of the disciples of the Cloud Cauldron Sect.
There were four people on the other side, while he and Deacon Xiao Jin were the only two.
Fortunately, Butler Jin cautiously slowed down and quickly gestured three fingers to him, indicating that he could take care of the three people.
Wang Yan glanced down at his clothes, then pulled Little Jin Deacon along and swaggered towards the sound of footsteps: "Hey, brothers up ahead, we're from the Blazing Fire Sect, which sect are you from?"
A few breaths later, four Shuihua Sect cultivators with blue ribbon patterns embroidered on their chests appeared from the bushes ahead.
The three middle-aged men had extremely vigorous blood and energy, and should be at the Xuanpo Realm or later.
A young man, not much older than him, should be at the initial stage of the Profound Breakthrough Realm.
Upon seeing Wang Yan and Deacon Xiao Jin, the four men stopped in their tracks with suspicion and scrutinized the two. The dark-skinned, pockmarked middle-aged man at the head of the group immediately asked a question.
"Huh? The Blazing Fire Sect? Aren't you in charge of the north? What are you doing here?"
Wang Yan feigned embarrassment, chuckling awkwardly as he used the scabbard of his Hundred-Refined Traceless Sword to push aside the green grass beneath his feet and approach: "Uh, Junior Brother, I have a naturally poor sense of direction and get lost easily... I was a little nervous just now, afraid of running into a master from the Cloud Cauldron Sect who had returned from an outing..."
Wang Yan intentionally walked towards the young man at the initial stage of the Profound Breakthrough Realm: "My uncle and I will travel with you, is that alright? I'll leave after we meet our fellow disciples from the Blazing Fire Sect."
The leader, a dark-skinned, pockmarked cultivator, his eyes flashing, brandished his longsword: "Then you set it on fire first! Anyway, your Blazing Fire Sect's fire-elemental divine runes are extremely powerful!"
The others immediately exchanged wicked glances and chimed in, "Exactly! You're from the Blazing Fire Sect, so setting fires should be your forte!"
Wang Yan gave Deacon Xiao Jin a look and readily agreed, "Okay, I'll release it!"
He looked at the dense forest before him and recalled a famous poem from his past life, a passage that even elementary school students could recite.
"Wildfire cannot destroy it; the spring breeze brings it back to life!"
A tiny flame, shifting with the power of the divine script, suddenly landed in the bushes a few steps away, then crackled and popped, setting the surrounding trees and grass ablaze.
The little Jin steward standing to the side was so startled that his eyes bulged out, and a question mark flashed through his mind.
"Did he come to put out the fire, or to start it?"
Seeing the flames gradually growing stronger and burning the surrounding grass until it began to smoke, the dark-skinned, pockmarked middle-aged cultivator was taken aback for a moment. Then, his pockmarked face softened a bit, and he looked at Wang Yan with surprise: "Young brother, you really know how to use fire-type divine runes skillfully."
Wang Yan smiled and said, "I practice every day!"
He approached the youngest monk again, pulled his right hand behind his back, and following the signal he had agreed upon with Deacon Xiao Jin, extended his index finger and drew an X in the air.
As soon as Wang Yan saw the little deacon's hand gesture through his covered-eye view, he immediately reached out and drew his sword. He then stared intently at the horse-faced youth who was now shoulder to shoulder with him, forming a four-character phrase in his mind, which shone brightly.
"Instantly poisoned and knocked unconscious!"
Yes, Wang Yan changed his mind at the last minute.
Even though he knew the two sides were on opposing sides, he just couldn't bring himself to kill a stranger who hadn't been on guard against him.
So instead of drawing his sword, he used a different method to defeat his opponent.
His internal energy surged out.
These four divine characters emerged from between his eyebrows.
A dense, black, powerful energy suddenly appeared out of thin air as the divine script escaped, enveloping the youth's entire body in the blink of an eye, like a demon from hell.
The stench was so foul that Wang Yan felt like vomiting immediately.
Watching the young man's originally relaxed and spirited eyes turn into astonishment and then fear in an instant, a fiery energy surged between his brows, but was immediately forced back by the black, oily, and powerful energy, which then mercilessly seeped into his body.
The young man's rosy skin instantly turned dark purple and swollen, his eyelids rapidly and weakly rolled upwards, and behind him, the angry shouts of others rang out: "Stop!"
Wang Yan immediately activated the "Fleeting Light" divine combination in his sea of consciousness, but still maintained the poison input on the youth.
A powerful thrust was generated from the soles of his feet, and Wang Yan decisively leaped out, his entire body escaping several feet away like a ray of light.
Under the combined vision, the young man, shrouded in the black, foul energy, could no longer resist and lost consciousness, slowly falling backward.
Wang Yan's internal energy has also decreased by nearly 90%!
That's risky!
But it worked!
Wang Yan felt a sense of relief and a secret joy: "I actually have some talent for poison medicine!"
Then they heard the terrified screams of the Shuihua Sect members behind them.
Wang Yan steadied himself and dodged outwards again in the void.
From the perspective of his compound eyes, he confirmed that the flames on the bushes he had previously set on fire had now been extinguished.
"The inability to burn completely can indeed be interpreted in this way!"
He floated around in mid-air, and Little Jin Deacon held a sword with a dazzling light on its sharp blade. He dodged someone's attack, ruthlessly pulled it out from one of the people, and then directly stabbed the last person to death, all with ease.
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