Mortal: Starting with the Seven Mysterious Sects, I proved my Dao through sacrifice.

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The rumor of Lu Yunfeng's disappearance was like a boulder thrown into the calm lake of the Seven Mysteries Sect, and it quickly spread to every peak of the Yellow Maple Valley.

Dong Xuan'er was pruning flowers in her boudoir when she heard her maid's panicked report. The golden scissors in her hand clattered to the ground, and the thorns on the flower branches cut her fingers. The seeping blood instantly brought her back to her senses—Lu Yunfeng must be dead, killed by Murong Fan!

She slumped down in front of the dressing table, her face pale as she looked in the bronze mirror. Lu Yunfeng's death was insignificant, but he was a pawn she had planted beside Murong Fan. Now that the pawn was gone, Murong Fan would surely trace the clues back to her.

Moreover, Lu Yunfeng knew all the details of how they framed Murong Fan. What if he revealed something before he died...? Dong Xuan'er shuddered. No, they couldn't just sit and wait to die!

Although Dong Xuan'er was a direct disciple of the sect, her "naturally alluring body" made her an extraordinary being in Huangfeng Valley. Especially since she didn't yet know how to control her seductive arts, often just a casual glance at someone would instantly captivate them, their expressions becoming as if possessed, their eyes flickering and darting away. This made Dong Xuan'er stand out exceptionally in the valley, making her a unique individual.

If it weren't for her mother Hong Fu protecting her, and her uncle who doted on her, she might have long become a bullied "little monster" in the sect, regarded as an outcast, and ignored by everyone.

The woman's admiration for strength made her want to become a Daoist partner with Murong Fan. In particular, Murong Fan's talent for Foundation Establishment without Core Formation, his courage in the Blood Forbidden Land, and his ruthless decisiveness in the face of Lu Yunfeng all attracted her like a magnet.

She longed to escape her marginalized situation, isolated by her "naturally alluring body," through her union with Murong Fan, and become the focus of everyone's attention, making those who had looked at her with strange eyes look at her with new eyes.

However, Murong Fan remained cold and distant towards her, even avoiding her when she tried to be friendly, which severely damaged her self-esteem. Now that Lu Yunfeng was dead, directly targeting Murong Fan was too risky; she had to find another way.

Murong Fan's rejection made this popular girl pale in comparison, as if Murong Fan had humiliated her.

Despite her mother Hong Fu's repeated attempts to persuade her, Murong Fan felt increasingly that her mother was favoring outsiders—even though she was the biological daughter, her mother insisted on devoting all her energy to raising Murong Fan. Once the seeds of hatred were sown, and further nurtured by Lu Yunfeng's instigation, they immediately took root and sprouted, growing into a towering tree at an astonishing speed.

During this time, Murong Fan also approached her, saying that out of consideration for their shared sect, he was willing to let bygones be bygones and only wanted to get along well with her and serve the sect together. But Dong Xuan'er was completely ungrateful and determined to kill her, ignoring even her mother Hong Fu's advice.

"Murong Fan has a natural talent and excellent character. Even Ancestor Linghu appreciates him. It seems that I need to teach him some real skills to help him improve his cultivation. This will also demonstrate my ability to train a great disciple." Conventional techniques are not enough for Murong Fan, so Hong Fu decided to teach him higher-level spells and supernatural powers.

Hong Fu stood by the window of the alchemy room, watching Murong Fan practice his swordsmanship in the courtyard, a crimson jade slip in her hand. Three days ago, when she went out, this young man, with his early Foundation Establishment cultivation, had withstood the pressure of a Golden Core elder. Although he was shaken to the point of spitting blood, his back remained straight, and the indomitable flame burning in his eyes was just like her own when she was young.

The Crimson Sun Divine Light was her most treasured skill, and she almost suffered a qi deviation while practicing it back then. Now she was going to pass it on to an unrelated outer disciple, which surprised even herself.

But thinking of the undercurrents that had been brewing in Huangfeng Valley recently, Dong Xuan'er's hand, clutching the handkerchief, trembled slightly in the shadows cast by the pillars. She saw her mother dismiss all the disciples and personally place the jade slip engraved with flame patterns into Murong Fan's hand, even touching his brow with her finger to impart the true meaning of fire element.

The intimacy was blinding—her mother had never shown her such tenderness. She recalled her birthday last month, when she knelt and begged her mother to guide her through the bottleneck of the Crimson Cloud Skill, only to be told, "You're restless and impatient; practice for another three years." Why? This wild boy who appeared out of nowhere, knowing only some unorthodox sacrificial tricks, could take away everything that should have been hers?

Her fingernails dug deeply into her palms, and drops of blood dripped onto the bluestone slabs. Dong Xuan'er watched Murong Fan's departing figure, her eyes churning with jealousy and resentment. Since her mother was so biased, she wouldn't hesitate to use others to make this arrogant brat pay the price.

【Crimson Sun Divine Light】: This is Hong Fu's most representative innate divine power. It is refined from the Earth Core Flame and requires the use of one's own essence and blood as a guide to burn the spiritual power to a crimson gold color before it can be fully mastered.

A century ago, she used this method to melt the flying swords of three Nascent Soul cultivators at Black Wind Cliff, and even single-handedly ignited the mountain-protecting array during the demonic tide. It is the universally acknowledged supreme divine power of Yellow Maple Valley. This technique is extremely domineering; during cultivation, one must endure the torment of being burned by raging flames, and the slightest carelessness will result in the complete destruction of one's meridians.

Inside the fiery cave at the heart of the volcanic realm, the stench of sulfur was so strong it was hard to open one's eyes. Hong Fu formed hand seals, and the pressure of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator spread out like a tidal wave, forcibly compressing the surrounding spewing magma pillars into a three-foot square fire spirit vortex.

"Sit cross-legged." She flicked her finger, and a drop of crimson-gold essence blood transformed into a firefly and entered Murong Fan's brow. The young man felt a warm current instantly surge through his limbs and bones, and the originally restless earth fire power became much calmer.

"The Crimson Sun Divine Light is divided into three realms: Burning the Body, Spreading Wildfire, and Burning the Sky. For the first seven days, you must use the earth's fire to temper your meridians. If you cannot withstand it, crush the jade talisman." Hong Fu's voice echoed in the fiery cave. The old wound on her left shoulder ached slightly from forcibly suppressing the earth's fire—it was a burn from the demonic flames left a hundred years ago when she fought against the demonic cult.

On the third day at the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), Murong Fan circulated the Crimson Sun Divine Light to the seventh level of the Heavenly Cycle, when suddenly he felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out blood. The fiery red spiritual energy surged wildly through his meridians, violently clashing with the wood-elemental aura emanating from the Nine Heavens Altar, and spiderweb-like bloodstains appeared on his arm.

"Fool!" Hong Fu flew over, placing her palm on his back and infusing him with gentle fire element. "The power within you is wood, which clashes with the Crimson Sun Fire Spirit. You need to harmonize it using the method of wood generating fire!"

After giving his instructions, Hong Fu left. Murong Fan endured the pain and connected with his sea of ​​consciousness. The bronze altar roared to life, and the thousand-year-old green spirit grass in his storage bag turned into green light and merged into his meridians. In an instant, the profound runes of "wood and fire generating each other" appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the violent spiritual power miraculously calmed down.

Late on the fifth night, the temperature in the Fiery Cave suddenly rose. When Murong Fan was breaking through to the ninth level of the "Crimson Sun Divine Light", flames suddenly burst forth around his body, reaching a height of ten feet. The fire dragon formed by the backlash of the fire spirit lunged at his face with bared fangs and claws.

"Concentrate!" Hong Fu didn't retreat but advanced, using her body to block him. The fire dragon struck her old wound on her left shoulder, and the smell of burning instantly filled the air. The wound, which had just healed, reopened, revealing the white bone fragments.

"Remember this burning sensation!" She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her voice trembling with pain. "The true Crimson Sun Divine Light is to make the flames your servants, not a ferocious beast that devours you!" Murong Fan looked at his master's charred shoulder, a resolute glint in his eyes, and suddenly forced his essence blood out of his body, merging it with the fire spirit.

At dawn on the tenth day, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the crack in the cave ceiling. Murong Fan pointed his fingers like a sword, and the Crimson Sun Spiritual Power condensed at his fingertips into a ruby-red blade about an inch long.

With a clear whistle, a pillar of light shot into the sky, turning the entire volcanic secret realm golden. Hong Fu gazed at the lifelike three-legged golden crow mark between his brows and suddenly remembered that when she had mastered this skill a hundred years ago, her master had also gazed at her with a smile.

"Burning Void Realm..." she murmured to herself, clapping her hands and laughing, "Good child, this Crimson Sun Divine Light is enough for you to run rampant in the Foundation Establishment stage."

"Good lad, you've mastered the Crimson Sun Divine Light in just ten years!" Hong Fu exclaimed in astonishment.

The crimson sun light of Hong Fu rapidly enhanced Murong Fan's combat power, indicating that his journey to gain recognition and respect in Huangfeng Valley had only just begun.