Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

A drop of fire.

A drop of fire from heaven.

Why one drop?
All that was left in people's eyes was a drop of fire that was as ethereal as a wisp of water and as solid as a cloud. It was held in Zhou Li's hand, quiet and silent.

The sword's edge was stained with the Heavenly Gate, and the tip of the sword contained the momentum to tear through the vast land. At this moment, Shangguan Hong seemed to be the sky falling into the sea, covering the clouds and avoiding the moon, and everything was shrouded by the beautiful sword intent.

But he just took a drop of fire, why didn't he move?
"Can you tell what kind of a drop of fire this is?"

Jiang Li sat in the wind and asked softly.

The daughter of the Zhuge family who controls the fire element, can you see what kind of flame this is?
"It's neither heavenly fire nor divine fire."

Zhuge Qing seemed to have placed her hand on the horizon of Chibi, which was as hot as the sky fire, but there was an indescribable weirdness filling her heart. She stared at the drop of flame in Zhou Li's hand, and for some reason there was a burning breath in her mouth.

It's like... everything related to fire is bowing down to this man.

“This is fire.”

Jiang Li let out a light breath, and the smell of sulfur in his mouth slowly dissipated.

The leader of Baishu Sect tightly grasped the armrests of the sandalwood chair with both hands, his mouth tightly closed, and fire in his eyes.

The Nine Curves of the Fire Spirit of Baishu Sect kept colliding with his body, as if trying to escape from his control and go to the drop of fire. At this moment, the eyes of the leader of Baishu Sect were filled with pain, fear and disbelief. He didn't understand why the man standing on the ring was holding the existence that had disappeared for a thousand years.

Source fire.

The ancients did not need fire, because they were not ordinary people, they all had the power of heaven and earth, and did not need fire to help them survive. But when the ancient times were destroyed, humans were weak and could not survive in the eternal night and cold day. The birth of the source fire allowed humans to identify cliffs in the dark, roast raw food, and keep wild beasts away, allowing humans to survive in that malicious world.

And the person who created the source of fire is the Lord of Fire.

Only a person without source can create fire without source.

Zhou Li thought of this sentence. This was what the Fire Lord said to him, and it was also the desolation in the Fire Lord's eyes when he handed over the power to him.

The source fire should not exist in this world. It is the Fire Lord of the Earth who is the sourceless man who can bring the source fire to the humans of this world. Therefore, he cannot pass on his authority to anyone, and can only turn himself into a broken body and seal this drop of source fire forever.

Until Zhou Li appeared.

Zhou Li, who was also a person without destiny, was destined to become the successor of the source fire. When he was recognized by the Fire Lord, the source fire naturally became Zhou Li's property and also his responsibility.

If the long night falls again, he is the only one who can light the remaining fire.

Now, Zhou Li finally took out the source fire. He looked at the desperate sword, took a deep breath, and then crushed the source fire.

The source of fire is endless, but he can only take out a drop now.

The fire broke.

Shangguan Hong's eyes were shrouded in darkness and cold. At that moment, she seemed to be in an endless night of ice. Frost condensed in every joint of her body, making her unable to move or even think.

Then, a faint warmth lingered around her.

It is a kind of warm breath that makes people feel warm and any living being will be fascinated by it. It is like a cluster of flames in the extreme ice and eternal night, full of hope and joy.

Shangguan Hong stared at the fire in a daze. She seemed to see a young man in a Confucian robe smiling at her gently, and reaching out to hold her hand just as in her memory. She also saw the students of the Ion Class in the bright classroom, making a lot of noise, beating Zhou Li, and laughing.

She saw herself becoming a sword fairy, killing those evildoers and realizing her dream as a young man named Ye Chong. She placed her sword at the main gate of the Imperial College and transformed herself into a teacher. She placed the book in the hands of a little girl and looked at her, as if she saw her past self.

Fire represents hope.

It also represents danger.

The moment Shangguan Hong realized that her fingertips had been stained by the flames, she had already been engulfed by the flames. The original fire licked her, bringing no death or heat, but instead a kind of immersive warmth.

More dangerous warmth.

wrong!

Shangguan Hong opened her eyes suddenly. There was no flame covering her body, nor was there any warm and dangerous fantasy. Standing in front of her was just a smiling boy who stretched out his finger and gently flicked her forehead.

Shangguan Hong fell to the ground. She stared blankly at the white clouds and blue sky. There was confusion in her eyes at first, and then relief.

I still lost to you. "You won."

This time, Shangguan Hong did not dwell on her failure like she did in the past and express dissatisfaction to Zhou Li. She just held the sword tightly in her hand and said with a smile:

"You win again."

"if not."

Zhou Li sat cross-legged in front of Shangguan Hong. At this moment, the two of them were on this ring surrounded by flames, looking at each other. "I will have to beat you in the future."

"In the future?"

Shangguan Hong also sat up. The female knight looked at Zhou Li and asked, "What do you think my future will be like?"

"Sword Immortal."

Zhou Li said.

Shangguan Hong looked at him quietly.

"The swordsman who teaches."

Zhou Li smiled, but not in a mocking way. Instead, he smiled the kind of smile that comes involuntarily when seeing something beautiful. "It must be very interesting."

Shangguan Hong reached out her hand, gently patted Zhou Li's shoulder, and said, "When I become a teacher, the first thing I will do is teach my students about your glorious deeds."

"Then I beg you to say something nice."

Zhou Li smiled awkwardly: "At least don't let the next generation think that I like playing with shit and piss."

"Are you going back to Beiliang after this?"

Shangguan Hong asked.

"Ah."

Zhou Li nodded, "I'll leave in a few days after the competition. I'll go back to see my sister and chat with the old scholar. It'll be almost time for the Hundred Flowers Banquet."

"I will go to Beiliang with you too."

Shangguan Hong sheathed the sword and said, "I also miss Sister Taoyao and the old scholar."

"You've eaten a lot of the cakes my sister made."

Zhou Li thought about it and told a cold joke, "He also ate the cake I drew a lot."

The air in the fire grew cold.

"I beg you to smile, at least don't embarrass me alone."

Zhou Li said desperately: "I know this is not funny, but it can't be analyzed in a funny way, that's funny."

Shangguan Hong smiled.

Gentle, no longer that cold smile.

"Look, this is good."

Zhou Li sighed, then shook his head and said, "I still have to ask my master for leave to go to Beiliang. If I delay my practice, he will complain to me again."

"Would Fairy Zhuge be like this?"

"She would also punish me by making me wash her clothes."

"what?"

"Not by hand, of course."

"I didn't ask that." (End of this chapter)