Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 2691 Non

Crimson Fire Lotus—it sounds like some kind of rare and precious plant. However, according to Qu Linfen, the crimson fire lotus he saw was not some specific rare and precious material, but rather a strange flame shaped like a lotus flower.

In short, it is fire, not lotus.

Ningxia was not unfamiliar with the existence of exotic flames. In fact, she had a considerable understanding of them because she had been told that adults needed to find an exotic flame to ignite their life force in order to prolong their lives.

Generally speaking, there are two main types of exotic flames: one is a naturally born spiritual creature formed by heaven and earth, which naturally possesses great power; the other is a spiritual creation that is cultivated by humans and intentionally endowed with certain characteristics or abilities.

Different environments give rise to different characteristics in flames. Due to their extremely high aggressiveness, exotic flames are often used as offensive tools or spiritual objects to aid cultivation. For alchemists, they are even more indispensable, and many renowned alchemists choose exotic flames for their own use in order to refine higher-quality pills.

However, this does not mean that it is something that can be obtained easily. After all, in the cultivation world, even spirit stones are divided into high, medium, and low grades, and exotic flames are even more clearly graded, with a difference of only one grade resulting in a world of difference in quality and power.

Most of the exotic flames circulating in the cultivation world are artificially cultivated. Natural flames are extremely rare, one in a million, and are priceless and hard to find.

As far as Qu Linfen knows, there are probably fewer than a hundred people in all the major sects who possess naturally occurring exotic flames. Among them are some old monsters who guard their precious flames year after year, treasuring them like the apple of their eye and refusing to let outsiders even glance at them.

The origins of Ningxia are shrouded in mystery, and the process of their clan's annihilation was extremely bizarre, but one thing is certain: they must have been a colossal being. It's not surprising that they possess such a high-level exotic flame; what's rare is that this exotic flame can even take the shape of a lotus flower.

This is unusual. Although lotuses are not uncommon in the mortal world and are not particularly rare flowers, they are usually given a different meaning in the cultivation world.

"Lotus" was once a well-known but non-existent symbol in the cultivation world.

Although the cultivation world has developed through countless eras, times have changed, and the heavens are no longer the same.

However, it is an undeniable fact that in the first year of the cultivation world, the Samsara Tantric sect overcame all difficulties and performed a blood sacrifice to lay a solid foundation for trillions of cultivators to walk in the world in the future.

Therefore, regardless of what they thought in secret, the cultivation world still outwardly remembered and commemorated these pioneers, honoring them as their founders. Their sect's emblem, the three-colored lotus, was regarded as a sacred and inviolable object by the cultivation world.

Even today, though those legends have long since faded, the cultivators still share a tacit understanding, rarely choosing to touch upon the marks of the past. As a result, nine out of ten lotus-shaped artifacts circulate in the cultivation world today, and even rare and precious materials related to lotuses have seen their value skyrocket.

Rare flames are already scarce, and the one Qu Linfen saw was of extremely high purity and level. If it were also in the shape of a fire lotus, it would not only be priceless but would also attract countless cultivators from all over the world. Speaking of this, Headmaster Qu felt a great pity—for Ningxia, this treasure, seemingly tailor-made for her, had been lost. As a member of the Phoenix Cry Clan about to come of age, Ningxia needed a first-level, high-purity Creation Flame to ignite her life force and lay a solid foundation for her future cultivation. Preserving this item would have been most suitable for her.

It is likely that this item was prepared in advance by the Ningxia people, who hastily placed her and her body into the coffin when the tribe was wiped out, hoping that the tiny flame hidden in the coffin could survive this catastrophe and find a glimmer of hope.

"Fortunately, you survived." Qu Shanchang looked at Ningxia with some relief, as if he was pleased that the child who was small and weak when he was first discovered had grown into a healthy young man.

"Because you brought me back," Ningxia murmured. Bring me back
Countless overlapping images flashed through her mind, interspersed with countless indistinct faces calling her name. But whenever she tried to stop and truly see these fleeting images and faces, she would be swallowed up by the darkness behind her, unable to break free, and dragged little by little into the deeper darkness.

No, it wasn't just darkness. She vaguely remembered that whenever she fell into darkness and couldn't escape, she would feel a soft, luminous light illuminating her entire body, gradually dispelling the seemingly solidified, viscous darkness. She remembered that the light seemed to come from...
"Xia Xia from Ningxia!!"

Ningxia suddenly came back to her senses; the double images before her eyes vanished in a flash, and the layers of darkness instantly receded into the shadows, revealing the world once more in the light.

She was somewhat dazed, but she still pulled her hand away, indicating that the person who was holding her hand and checking her pulse could put it down, to show that she was fine.

"What's wrong with you? You suddenly seemed to have lost your soul, and you wouldn't respond no matter how we called you. The headmaster and I almost used our internal energy to help you on the spot." Mingmo didn't care that his hand had been pushed away, but he was still a little scared.

"N-nothing. I was just—I was just lost in thought." Ningxia shook her head, about to say something, when she noticed a cold sensation on her neck.

"What do you mean, 'out of it'?! Do you know how terrifying you looked just now? You suddenly looked like your soul had been ripped out, your eyes wouldn't move. Were you trying to scare us to death?" Seeing that everyone had returned to normal, Mingmo felt his own soul, which had been startled away, slowly returning.

Qu Linfen remained silent, but his furrowed brows showed that Mingmo's words were true. The three of them had just been talking when Ningxia suddenly froze without warning, as if her soul had been ripped out, which terrified the two of them.

"So what's wrong with you lately? A while ago you kept thinking you were daydreaming, a few days ago you were doubting your own reality, and today you inexplicably lost half your soul right in front of us. Are you really possessed by an evil spirit? Or did that damn sneaky guy do something to you today? Tell me!" Mingmo bombarded him with questions, and seeing that the person in question was acting as if nothing had happened, he became even angrier.

Ningxia slowly shook her head, refusing to answer Mingmo's questions, her gaze lingering on the distant view outside the window.

Is it a dream? Real? Or fake?
I fear that the flower is not a flower, the dream is not a dream, my soul dreams of me now, and I am not myself.