The Eternal Saint of Alchemy

This operation went much more smoothly than Xiao Fan had imagined.

Meng Boyuan and Elder Zhao each selected a trustworthy disciple, and the other three smaller forces each sent a disciple, making a total of eight people including Xiao Fan himself.

That afternoon, the group met on an ice platform outside the passageway and roughly agreed on the principles for distributing the Fire Marrow Essence, as well as the process of supervision.

After the meeting ended, Old Zhao walked up to Xiao Fan and bowed respectfully.

"I've lived in the North for so long and have seen quite a bit of the world. Your ability to cultivate the Taixu Pill Saint's legacy to this level is definitely not a fluke. If you ever need anything from my Ice and Fire Pavilion, Young Master Xiao, please don't hesitate to ask."

Xiao Fan bowed and thanked him.

Meng Boyuan watched from the side, his face full of smiles.

The Three Flames Hall originally came with a try-it-out mentality, but they did not expect that they would not only obtain the right to use the Fire Marrow Essence, but also witness a major event that shocked the Fire Dao of Daqing - a young man, with his own strength, overpowered the other three major forces and established rules in a reasoned and persuasive manner.

That evening, the team set up tents near the Great Rift Valley.

After packing their belongings, they set up camp. Xiao Fan sat in front of his tent, using the moonlight to peruse a piece of paper that recorded the patterns of the Frozen Fire. Yun Ruoxi brought a cup of hot tea to him and offered it to him.

"What exactly happened to this cauldron of fire essence?"

Xiao Fan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, "We have to hand over 10% of our cultivation resources every quarter, and the rest will be sealed away. He doesn't want to waste thousands of years here."

Moreover, this Fire Marrow Essence has the value of being sealed a second time; the longer it is sealed, the higher its purity becomes, and the more helpful it is in breaking through bottlenecks.

"Mm." Yun Ruoxi nodded.

The firelight illuminated her profile, making her appear even more gentle. The frozen fire plains were silent at night, with only the faint light filtering in from the depths of the canyon bringing warmth to the earth.

The next morning, the co-management group's affairs came to an end, and everyone dispersed.

Xiao Fan stood by the crack once more, and after confirming that no one else had entered, the stone door closed automatically. Only then did he turn around and walk towards his mount. The horse's hooves creaked on the ice.

This journey lasted five days. When passing by the Three Flames Hall, Meng Boyuan wrote a letter to Xiao Fan, sincerely inviting him to visit Flame Banner Mountain this autumn, which would coincide with the Three Flames Hall's annual inner sect competition, hoping that he could participate.

After reading it once, Xiao Fan folded the letter and put it in his pocket. There was still some time before autumn, so he could take a look at his schedule.

The upheaval at Frozen Fire Plains caused a huge uproar in the fire cultivation world of Daqing.

With the birth of the Fire Marrow Essence, the joint management by three forces, and the rules established by the successor of Taixu, Xiao Fan's name spread rapidly like wildfire. The previous doubts about him monopolizing the inheritance gradually subsided.

In early summer, a letter arrived from the capital.

This time, Ye Ruolin wrote in a relatively relaxed style. The content was that in early July, the Fire Dao Alliance would hold a grand annual conference in the capital to recognize people who had made outstanding contributions to the Fire Dao.

The elders of the alliance proposed that the title of Fire Dao successor be bestowed upon Mo Fan by Xiao Fan.

The letter ended with the sentence: "This was Old Hu's idea. He said it's what you deserve and told me to make sure it's delivered."

Xiao Fan folded the envelope, placed it inside, and then put it away. He didn't care too much about these empty titles, but being recognized by the Fire Dao Federation meant that no one in the Great Qing Fire Dao could shake his position anymore. Who would dare to cause trouble under the pretext of "exclusive inheritance" in the future? With the Federation and the General Alliance behind him, why would he need to fight anymore?

In early July, the capital city was bathed in bright sunshine. The Fire Dao Alliance erected a high platform in an open square in the east of the city, with colorful flags flying in the wind. Xiao Fan sat in the center, Ye Ruolin to his left and Elder Hu to his right.

After the ceremony, the president announced the award ceremony for this year's Fire Element Inheritors. The president was an elderly man with white hair and beard, full of vigor, who spoke a long string of praises before calling on Xiao Fan to come up on stage to receive the award.

Xiao Fan stood up and walked towards the stage.

All eyes were on him; some were familiar, some were strangers, some were curious, and some hid in the back of the crowd with complicated expressions. He took the bronze plaque of the Fireway Federation from the president, bowed to the audience to express his gratitude, and then stepped down from the stage.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. After taking his seat, Xiao Fan glanced around and saw Chen Yuan of the Purple Cloud Pavilion clapping with a smile. In the distance, Zhou Yanzhi stood up and waved to him. Elder Zhao, the head of the Ice and Fire Pavilion, had also arrived.

After the ceremony, Ye Ruolin led him to stroll in the association's back garden, where he met several elders he had never met before. Everyone was polite and courteous, and no one raised any further questions.

As evening fell, Xiao Fan returned to the inn and placed the bronze token on the table by the window. The plaque gleamed with a warm, bronze luster in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the two large characters "Inheritance" stood out prominently in the twilight.

He stood by the window, watching the bustling crowds and the brightly lit streets outside. Honor is inherently ephemeral; only stability brings a stable life.

As autumn comes and goes, the annual Three Flames Hall disciple competition has finally begun.

Following the letter from Meng Boyuan, Xiao Fan arrived at Yanqi Mountain two days ahead of schedule. He didn't make a big fuss, but instead rode in a carriage, which caused a dramatic change in everyone's attitude towards him.

Besides the elders and disciples of the Three Flames Hall, there were also some people from smaller factions.

On the first morning, Xiao Fan gave a lecture in a public place, talking about the advanced part of the Yin-Yang Fire Harmony System, including some insights from a few months ago, as well as some of his applications on white silk.

As soon as the speech began, the audience started taking notes.

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle and showed everyone the dark golden flame from the Burning Bone Abyss. Everyone saw that the wisp of flame actually flew out of the bottle and condensed into a golden and silver orb in mid-air, with a faint dark golden light flowing within the orb.

A few seconds of silence followed, then thunderous applause erupted. The elder of the Three Flames Hall, seated at the head of the table, stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "Young Master Xiao, I have already said what you just said three times."

When the event ended, it was already dusk, and Meng Boyuan personally escorted him down the mountain. As the sun set, a warm orange glow spread across the horizon west of Yanqi Mountain, bathing the entire mountain in a gentle light.

"If Young Master Xiao has long-term plans, our Three Flames Hall is willing to provide full assistance and will not dare to be negligent in the slightest." Meng Boyuan said sincerely as he walked, "I will not interfere with your research, nor will I ask you to share anything, as long as you can inherit the mantle of the Grandmaster of Pill Refining."

Xiao Fan stopped, looked at the mountain gate under the setting sun, then glanced at Meng Boyuan and smiled. "Thank you for your great kindness, Fellow Daoist Meng. If I need your help in the future, I will come to find you again."

Meng Boyuan smiled and watched him get into the car and disappear down the mountain road.