Battle Through the Heavens: I confronted Xiao Yan, and he begged me to be his elder brother.

Chapter 24 Desert City! Are you here on purpose to cause trouble?

In the golden desert, a loess city stands tall, its walls entirely in the color of earth, and at the city gate, crowds come and go in an endless stream.

Among these people, most of the men were shirtless, while the women only covered some private parts with cloth, boldly exposing their waists and long legs to the light.

In stark contrast to the understated style of Wutan City, her swaying waist as she walks exudes a unique charm.

Hun Cang withdrew his gaze and looked at the top of the city gate, where two large, pale red characters were carved on the city wall.

"Mocheng..." came the expectant voice from Hun Cang's lips.

After leaving the Xiao family, he returned to the Soul Palace of the Jia Ma Empire as soon as possible, originally thinking that Hun Xiaoqiang and others should be able to find out about the strange fire.

However, the result was very disappointing to Hun Cang.

So Hun Cang decided to rely on himself. According to the original plot, there was indeed a strange fire in the Tagor Desert.

Ranked nineteenth, Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame.

The specific location information of this flame was obtained by Xiao Yan from Ice Emperor Hai Bodong.

Therefore, Hun Cang went straight to Mo City.

"If I remember correctly, this should be the shop..." Standing at the entrance of a shop with a sign that read "Gu Tu", Hun Cang stepped inside.

The shop is not spacious, but the light from the two moonstones is enough to make the merchandise inside visible.

There were hardly any customers in the shop, and business seemed rather slow.

Behind the counter, an elderly man was bowing his head, holding a pen in one hand. Judging from the swaying of the pen, he was probably drawing a map or something similar.

The old man had a full head of white hair and a slightly hunched posture. However, judging from the steady and strong grip of his fingers on the pen, he did not seem like an ordinary elderly person entering his later years.

"What do you want to buy?" The old man stopped writing, looked up at the young man who had been staring at him, and frowned as he spoke.

"Just browsing." Hun Cang looked away and casually flipped through the shelves.

The old man frowned even deeper, and said somewhat coldly, "Be careful. If you break it, do you have the money to pay for it?"

Hun Cang ignored him and searched on his own, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

The title of "Child of Destiny" is indeed well-deserved.

Xiao Yan casually browsed the shop and found a fragment of a map about the Purifying Lotus Demon Flame. He looked around and found that everything looked similar.

This is clearly wrong.

"Kid, I don't think you're here to buy anything. You're here to cause trouble, aren't you?" The old man slammed his pen heavily on the counter, making a loud noise.

When customers enter a store, they usually ask the owner or a waiter what they want to buy. Who would rummage through someone else's store and make a mess of things?

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous glint in them, and stared intently at the young man standing in the center of the shop.

"I'm really not here to buy anything," Hun Cang said with a smile, watching the anger slowly rise on the old man's face. "I'm here to find someone."

"Then you've come to the wrong place. There's no one else here," the old man said coldly.

Hun Cang smiled calmly and said, "Not necessarily. What if the person I'm looking for is you, sir?"

"Who would want to date a grumpy old man for no reason..." The old man gave a cold smile.

Beneath the counter, unseen by Hun Cang, a chilling aura seemed to emanate, causing a thin layer of frost to form on the ground and wooden planks.

You should know that outside the shop, the sun was shining brightly, and the air was distorted by the high temperature.

Hun Cang lowered his gaze slightly, as if he could see through the wooden planks of the counter to see what was behind it.

This made the old man's cold expression even more solemn.

"What exactly do you want?" the old man asked again, his tone icy cold.

Hun Cang's gaze shifted upwards, looking at the old man who seemed ready to explode at any moment, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I've already said, I'm here to find someone... to find someone who calls himself the Ice Emperor..."

Click!

As the words "Ice Emperor" were uttered by Hun Cang, countless wisps of cold air surged out from behind the counter, and the shop door closed itself without anyone having to push it.

Without sunlight, the room became dimly lit by the light of the moonstone alone.

At this moment, a cold and powerful aura burst forth from the hunched old man and spread outwards.

"Looks like I've found the right place." Hun Cang seemed to be talking to himself, calmly watching the surging, icy aura.

A cold glint appeared on the old man's aged face as he said, "Whatever your reasons, now that you know about me, in order to continue your reclusive life, I have no choice but to ask you to die."

"He's supposed to be the Ice Emperor, but his temper is even more volatile than someone who plays with fire." Hun Cang couldn't help but complain. He stomped his foot on the ground, and a black mist surged from his body, forming a circle with a radius of one meter centered on him.

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The icy auras, upon contact with this layer of black mist, could no longer penetrate it.

The old man was slightly taken aback when he saw this, then gritted his teeth again: "No wonder you dared to come alone, it turns out you have some backing! But I haven't lived all these years for nothing."

Before he finished speaking, he unleashed an even stronger chill, instantly filling the room with a white mist and reducing visibility to less than a meter.

"As expected of one of the top ten Dou Huang powerhouses, he's got some skills." Hun Cang remained calm and even reached out to touch the mist with interest, feeling a chill return to his fingertips.

The chill penetrated his skin, trying to seep deeper into his flesh and blood, along his veins.

Hun Cang mobilized his power, and the chill was quickly extinguished.

"Although my strength is not what it once was, it is still not something a mere brat like you can handle." Sensing Hun Cang's movements in the mist, the old man moved like lightning and rushed out from behind the counter.

He made a fist with both hands, his fingertips covered in ice crystals, and with a whistling sound of oppressive wind, he grabbed straight at Hun Cang's neck.

If this grab lands, it could result in a perforated throat at best, or a broken neck at worst.

Just as the old man was full of confidence, a fist suddenly emerged from the fog ahead without warning.

"What?!" The old man was shocked. He had no time to dodge and crashed into it head-on, then flew back at an even faster speed.

How could he possibly have noticed my whereabouts?

The old man's face was filled with shock, because the white mist was a fighting technique he had practiced. When used, it could block his five senses, and he could sense the actions of others by observing the fluctuations within the white mist.

"Impossible, it must be a coincidence!" The old man got up again.

He quickly formed hand seals in front of him, and countless icy auras surged forth, condensing into dozens of spiral-shaped ice spikes.

"Go!" With the old man's low shout, the ice spikes shot towards Hun Cang's location with a "whoosh" sound.

Just as the old man was about to catch his breath after the attack, the white mist in front of him surged violently, revealing a human-shaped silhouette.

Then, another fist appeared and struck the old man's other eye socket, catching him completely off guard.

"How is that possible?!"

As the old man was sent flying backward, he let out an incredulous gasp.

(End of this chapter)