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The Nine Dragons Sword was not drawn, and the Falling Moon Divine Bow was not drawn. Qin Yu only stretched out one hand, and in his palm was a ball of purple-gold light that was a mixture of chaotic power and chaotic furnace fire.

The light's attribute wasn't attack, but fusion; it fused with whatever it touched.

Ouyang Xu's body instinctively took a step back, his heel touching the edge of the fourth level entrance. If he took another step back, he would fall back into the cave where he had stayed for three hundred years.

"I am not someone you can deal with."

"You think you can handle me?"

The Chaos Furnace Fire spun around in Qin Yu's palm. Ouyang Xu could feel that the fire calling for the last stolen spark within him. The spark wanted to go home, and whether he liked it or not, the fragment of the Chaos Furnace Fire was breaking free from his control and heading towards Qin Yu.

"Three hundred years ago you stole a spark of fire to prolong your life, and now the rightful owner has come to take it away."

Qin Yu did not urge him.

He doesn't need to be urged.

The fragment of furnace fire emerged from Ouyang Xu's dantian on its own, passing through his meridians and skin, transforming into a thin, dark golden thread that flew into Qin Yu's palm and merged with the chaotic furnace fire.

Ouyang Xu's aura dropped directly from the late Nascent Soul stage to the mid Nascent Soul stage.

The balance that had been forcibly maintained for three hundred years collapsed at this moment. The cracks on his skin deepened, his nails became brittle and yellow, and his eight hundred years of lifespan was left as nothing but an empty shell without the flame to continue.

"Return the fire to me."

"Why should I?"

"Without the spark of fire, I wouldn't survive three days."

"What does your death have to do with me?"

These words left Ouyang Xu speechless. Qin Yu was a complete stranger to him, with no connection whatsoever. He had struck first and made the first move, so why should he ask the other party to save his life?

"I can give you all the weapon-refining secrets of the Heavenly Craft Pavilion."

"The spirit of the Chaos Refining Furnace is stronger than all the secret manuals of your Heavenly Craft Pavilion over three thousand years. This young master has no shortage of teachers."

"I can tell you where the most valuable items are in the Heavenly Craft Pavilion's treasure vault."

"I have the Chaos Refining Furnace now. Everything in your treasure vault is just raw material in my eyes. You can take it yourself; I don't need you to lead the way."

Having lived for eight hundred years, Ouyang Xu realized for the first time that he had no bargaining chips that could sway the other party, but Qin Yu asked him a question that he had never expected.

"Do you know how many pieces Yan Mingyu's soul fragments were divided into?"

The name made Ouyang Xu's two green lights flash for a moment.

"Reincarnated Soul Body".

"you know."

"I heard three hundred years ago when I was still on Earth that a reincarnated soul would appear on the entire continent every three thousand years, and at that time, various forces fought fiercely for it."

"I will only ask you one thing: where are the remaining fragments of your three souls and seven spirits hidden? If you answer, I will extend your life by three years."

Three years.

For a body that could collapse at any moment, three years was enough for him to rearrange his affairs.

Ouyang Xu was weighing his options. Exchanging three hundred years of accumulation for only three years of lifespan sounded like a terrible loss, but the other option was to die now.

"I only know one place."

"explain."

“At the bottom of the Northern Abyss, there is an ancient altar, and sealed within it is an extremely pure soul. I sensed that aura when I passed by three hundred years ago, and its quality was so high that it was not like the remnant soul of an ordinary cultivator.”

The Northern Abyss is one of the top three forbidden areas in the cultivation world; even cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage dare not linger in its environment for long.

"I wanted to take that wisp of soul back then, but I wasn't strong enough, so I gave up."

Qin Yu stored this information in his mind, then separated a wisp of almost invisible fire from the Chaos Furnace and flicked it into Ouyang Xu's dantian. That wisp of fire was only enough to sustain his life for three years; once it was used up, it would be gone.

"Get lost."

Ouyang Xu looked down at the back of his hand. The cracks had stopped spreading, and the grayish-white color of his skin had faded slightly. But compared to himself three hundred years ago, he was now just a barely mobile living dead.

He retreated towards the entrance to the fourth floor, leaving behind a sentence before his figure disappeared into the darkness.

"In the seventh level of the Northern Abyss, there is something called Netherfire. The Chaos Furnace can devour it. After devouring it, your furnace fire will at least triple."

This was his last act of sincerity, the only piece of intelligence he had been reluctant to use in the past three hundred years.

Qin Yu did not thank him.

He never says anything unnecessary to his trading partners.

The secret chamber fell silent. The Chaos Furnace slowly rotated before him, and the furnace spirit's emotions shifted from excitement to a long-lost sense of relaxation.

"After three thousand years, finally someone can take me away from this hellish place."

"There's one more thing I need to do before I leave."

Qin Yu looked outside the secret chamber. From the passage on the second level of the forbidden area came a dense clanging of metal. It was Tie Wuhen activating 108 guardian puppets.

"That lump of iron is back."

Kui Wu's voice came from the entrance of the passage. He and Zhu Zhen blocked the doorway to the secret room, and the python's body blocked the entire passage behind them.

Tie Wuhen stood at the forefront of the 108 golden-armored puppets, his face showing a calculated composure. He had been watching the entire fight between Ouyang Xu and Qin Yu and had noticed two things.

First, Qin Yu's Chaos Furnace Fire can fuse with the magical treasures of the Heavenly Craft Pavilion.

Secondly, Ouyang Xu's cultivation level plummeted after the fire seed was taken back.

The two events combined led him to a conclusion: Qin Yu had just finished refining his armor and had also spent some time fighting Ouyang Xu, so his spiritual energy had been depleted by at least half, and he was currently at his weakest.

"Blood Fiend, I'm giving you one last chance."

"Have all the people from your Tiangong Pavilion rehearsed this line?"

"Put down the Chaos Furnace, and I will let you leave Iron Mountain City."

“Ouyang Lian said something similar in the Wasteland of Bones, guess what he has become now.”

Tie Wuhen felt a throbbing in his right temple. He had already confirmed Ouyang Lian's death from the city gate guards' report. Qin Yu had entered the city with Ouyang Lian's token, which meant that the man was already dead.

"He's a piece of trash, but I'm different."

"What makes you different?"

"I have one hundred and eight puppets to guard the pavilion."

Tie Wuhen pushed forward with his right hand, and the twelve puppets in the front row started up at the same time. Their attack method was different from Ouyang Lian's group. Instead of punching, they shot out golden spiritual energy beams from the cannons in their chests. The twelve beams hit the wall of the passage at the same time, leaving twelve holes one foot deep.

Kui Wu's horn blocked the first wave, but the beam's penetrating power was too strong, and two scorch marks were burned on the horn's surface.

"Boss, these puppets are tougher than the previous ones."

"Of course it's tough. This is a treasure-level weapon personally crafted by the Pavilion Master."

Tie Wuhen's confidence stemmed entirely from these 108 puppets. He had spent two hundred years in the Heavenly Craft Pavilion and knew the performance of each puppet by heart.

"Even if 108 bodies fire at the same time, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator can't withstand three rounds of fire."

Zhu Zhen's fat body squeezed through from behind Kui Wu. The pigskin of the Vajra Indestructible Body emitted a few wisps of smoke under the bombardment of the beam of light, but it did not break through the defense.

"Who are you trying to scare with a tricycle? I, this pig lord, was beaten up in the Xuan Yin Palace for three years. What's a tricycle compared to that?" (End of Chapter)