Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

The man was wearing a wide black robe and a conical hat. The black veil hanging from the edge of the hat covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible.

It was a pair of eyes made entirely of golden patterns, without pupils or whites, like two burning star charts, exuding an ancient majesty.

Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason. It wasn't from fear, but from the other person's gaze.

When that gaze fell upon him, it was as if they were examining a rare treasure, with undisguised...covetousness.

"Your Majesty the Eastern Emperor." Yan Fei and the Moon Goddess bowed simultaneously, their tone of respect far exceeding their politeness towards each other.

Donghuang Taiyi nodded, his voice seemingly coming from the distant starry sky, indistinguishable by gender or age, with a metallic, abrasive quality: "Is it him?"

“Yes,” Yanfei stepped forward, “This child was born with a fire-elemental spirit body, and his affinity for fire far exceeds that of ordinary people. He is a rare gem that the Yin-Yang School has only seen once in a thousand years.”

The Moon Goddess followed closely behind: "My sister cast a divination for him yesterday, and the result was the omen of 'a single spark igniting a prairie fire.' If he can be properly guided, his future achievements will be limitless."

The two men, seemingly praising Qin Chuan, were actually implying that they were more suitable to teach this "rough gem."

Donghuang Taiyi's golden eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze sweeping over Qin Chuan as if trying to penetrate his flesh and see through his bones and soul.

Qin Chuan could sense that a power far stronger than Yan Fei and the Moon Goddess was probing him. This power carried the majesty of the laws of heaven and earth, and it was about to completely tear his disguise apart.

He immediately focused all his attention on convincingly portraying himself as "foolish".

Her body trembled slightly, and the hand gripping Yan Fei's sleeve even began to turn white. The fear in her eyes was almost overflowing, making her look like she was scared out of her wits.

"Hmm." Donghuang Taiyi made an ambiguous nasal sound, and the probing power suddenly withdrew. "The spirit body is indeed rare, but it's a pity that the soul has been severely damaged, as if it was deliberately shattered by something."

Yanfei and Yueshen were both taken aback, and their gazes toward Qin Chuan became more inquisitive.

Alarm bells rang in Qin Chuan's mind. This Donghuang Taiyi was indeed extraordinary; he could actually see the abnormality in his soul.

"But it's alright." Donghuang Taiyi's voice rang out again, with an undeniable certainty. "The scriptures on the outer perimeter of the Library are enough for him to study at this stage. Yanfei, you should go with him."

"Yes," Yan Fei replied, a hint of barely perceptible joy flashing in her eyes.

The Moon Goddess's expression darkened slightly, but she said nothing more. She simply gave Qin Chuan a deep look, her eyes filled with resentment and determination.

Yan Fei led Qin Chuan towards the west corridor, where the floating jade boxes were all fiery red, clearly indicating that they were texts on fire-based secret techniques.

As Qin Chuan walked past the Moon Goddess, he felt her fingertips gently brush against his sleeve, leaving a faint trace of Yin spiritual energy, like a mark.

He didn't turn around, but simply stuffed the Crimson Flame Talisman into his sleeve to block the wisp of spiritual energy.

Only after walking quite a distance and losing all sound from the front hall did Consort Yan whisper, "His Majesty the Eastern Emperor values ​​you highly."

Qin Chuan looked up, his eyes blank: "Value? Like valuing... delicious pastries?"

Yan Fei was amused by him, and her profile softened considerably under the halo of light: "Pretty much. But you must remember, you can't eat anything in the Hidden Dharma Pavilion, and if you see any talismans you don't recognize, never touch them."

"Yes!" Qin Chuan nodded vigorously, but his eyes glanced at the floating jade boxes. The talisman on one of the jade boxes caught his attention.

The patterns on the talisman were somewhat similar to the "Burning Heart Array" he had analyzed in his sea of ​​consciousness, only more complex and more ancient.

His fingertips felt slightly itchy.

The books here certainly did not disappoint him.

Inside the main hall, the Moon Goddess watched the two figures disappear into the distance and bowed to Donghuang Taiyi, saying, "Your Excellency, Consort Yan is impatient; I'm afraid she won't be able to properly teach a spirit like yours, young master..."

"What do you want to say?" Donghuang Taiyi interrupted her, his golden eyes revealing no emotion.

"Your subordinate is willing to assist Sister Dongjun in teaching the young master together." The Moon Goddess's voice carried a hint of earnestness.

Donghuang Taiyi was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Very well. With more eyes watching, we're bound to discover something different."

His gaze drifted to the west corridor, a hint of amusement flashing in his golden pupils. "This Ying Chuan is much more interesting than he appears on the surface."

The fog thickened again, and the bronze bells in the Tibetan Buddhist Pavilion continued to ring softly, as if playing the prelude to this newly begun game surrounding the boy.

Meanwhile, Qin Chuan, at the center of the vortex, stood on tiptoe, watching curiously as Yan Fei took down a jade box engraved with the words "Li Huo" (meaning "separation from fire"). Deep within the bewilderment in his eyes lay a flame eager to be ignited.

Chapter 7 Yanfei and Yueshen, Sisters Competing for Attention

The mist in the Zangfa Pavilion seemed to swallow up sound, even the soft tinkling of the jade box floating in the air became ethereal.

Yan Fei took down the jade box engraved with the words "Li Huo" (meaning "separation of fire"), and with her fingertips brushing across the talisman, pale golden light flowed like water over the bamboo slip, revealing the "Nanming Li Huo Jing" (meaning "Southern Brightness Li Huo Scripture") written in cinnabar.

"To gather fire, one must concentrate one's will; when the mind is calm, the fire will be pure." Yan Fei's voice spread through the mist, with a deliberately slowed rhythm. "Try using the 'Quenching Technique' you learned yesterday to draw a wisp of fire to your fingertips."

Qin Chuan held the bamboo slips, his gaze as focused as a child learning to write, yet his fingers trembled slightly unseen. Deep within his consciousness, every seal character on the tattered scroll was exploding.

The key to gathering fire lies not in "condensing" but in "dispersing." First, disperse your intention to heaven and earth, then gather your energy at your fingertips; only then can you grasp the true essence of fire.

Following his own deduced method, he raised his hand, and a small flame, the size of a bean, actually ignited at his fingertips. It was purer than the one he had summoned yesterday using the "Quenching Technique," and its core shimmered with a translucent blue.

A look of surprise flashed in Yan Fei's eyes. Just as she was about to explain in detail, the Moon Goddess's voice came from behind her, clear and melodious like jade striking stones:

"Sister Dongjun teaches so quickly, but although the flame is pure, it lacks a bit of liveliness."

She had followed us unnoticed, holding a crystal cup half-filled with silver light. "Young master, try drawing moonlight into the fire? Only when yin and yang are in harmony can perfection be achieved."

The silver light drifted towards Qin Chuan along her fingertips, and upon touching the cluster of flames, the flames immediately began to flicker violently, turning a strange purple hue.

Qin Chuan exclaimed "Ah!" and withdrew his hand. The flames shot up half a foot and scorched his sleeve.

"Be careful!" Yan Fei immediately flicked her finger, sending out a wisp of crimson energy to extinguish the flames. She then turned to the Moon Goddess, frowning, "Sister Moon Goddess, he's just starting out. How can he use the Yin spiritual energy?"

"Why must you be angry, sister?" The Moon Goddess's smile remained unchanged. She turned her fingertips slightly, and the silver light in the crystal cup shone even brighter. "I just want you to understand that the Yin-Yang School's magic is not limited to the 'Separation of Fire' method."

Their eyes met in mid-air, and the mist seemed to be distorted by the heat.

Qin Chuan lowered his head, pretending to be frightened, but secretly picked up a spark that had not yet been extinguished with his fingertips—he had memorized the rhythm of the interaction between the Yin spiritual energy and the fire in that spark.

For the next three days, the west corridor of the Zangfa Pavilion became a battlefield without gunfire.

Yanfei taught him the "Burning Heaven Technique," and the Moon Goddess held the "Taiyin Heart Sutra" beside her and explained, saying, "Excessive rigidity leads to breakage; one must know that gentleness is the key to longevity."

Yanfei gave him a fire-gathering talisman, and the Moon Goddess handed him a soul-stabilizing jade, saying, "Fire is fierce and requires calming the mind to control it."

They never argued in front of Qin Chuan, but their words were full of veiled meaning.

Yanfei said, "The fire of Li is extremely yang, and can burn away all the falsehoods of the world." The moon goddess then replied, "The yin is extremely gentle, and can illuminate the subtleties of the human heart."

Yanfei demonstrated the "Fire Net Formation," while Yueshen showed off her "Moon Shadow Technique." Both of them wanted Qin Chuan to see the exquisite nature of their techniques.

Qin Chuan was happy to reap the benefits.

During the day, he played the role of a "foolish child" who was "not good at learning" in front of the two of them. Sometimes Yan Fei praised him for "making progress", and sometimes the Moon Goddess told him that he "needs to work harder".

At night, he would use the spiritual energy of the Hidden Dharma Pavilion to disassemble, integrate, and deduce the spells he had memorized during the day in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He had learned most of the "Nanming Lihuo Jing" and grasped most of the essence of the "Taiyin Xin Jing". He could even combine the fire net array with the moon shadow technique to create a new technique that could ignite fire in the shadows.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, Yanfei and Yueshen argued again about whether to learn fire control first or cultivate the mental technique first, and their voices were a little louder than usual.

Taking advantage of their distraction, Qin Chuan quietly took two steps back and slipped into the mist at the end of the corridor.

There is an invisible barrier there, which is the boundary between the inner and outer areas of the Dharma Pavilion.

The outer jade boxes are mostly engraved with words such as "Li Huo" and "Fen Tian," while the jade boxes that are faintly visible behind the barrier have more complex talismans on them, exuding an obscure and ancient aura.

He conjured a wisp of "Shadow Flame" from his fingertip, a flame that could be hidden between light and darkness, just enough to avoid the detection runes on the barrier.

The moment Shadowfire touched the barrier, the runes lit up and then quickly dimmed, as if swallowed by the mist.

Qin Chuan ducked as he passed through the barrier, and behind him came Yan Fei's raised voice: "Sister Moon Goddess, why force me to do something I don't want to do!"

He curled the corners of his lips into a smile, then turned and disappeared into the deeper mist.

The jade box in the inner area is suspended even higher, and the spiritual energy flowing on the talisman is no longer of a single attribute, but a chaotic color of the seven energies of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, yin and yang intertwined.

Qin Chuan took the one closest to him, and three words appeared on the talisman on the jade box: "Chaos Technique".

The moment the bamboo slips were unfurled, a vast flow of information surged into the sea of ​​consciousness, far more complex than all the surrounding texts combined.

This is actually the most profound general outline of the Yin-Yang School's techniques, which explains how to use oneself as a cauldron to melt the seven elements and transform them into chaotic fire.

He had only read three lines when he suddenly felt a very faint sense of being spied on.

It wasn't the aura of Yanfei or the Moon Goddess; it was more concealed, more ancient, like an eye hidden in the Milky Way.

Qin Chuan immediately composed himself, put the "Chaos Manual" back into the jade box, and then took down a jade box next to him that was engrossed in reading astrology.

The feeling of being spied on lingered. He recalled Donghuang Taiyi's golden eyes, and his heart sank slightly.

Meanwhile, in the deepest secret chamber of the Hidden Dharma Pavilion, Donghuang Taiyi was sitting in the center of the star map.

The water mirror in front of him reflected Qin Chuan's figure wandering in the inner area, his golden pupils gleaming with an unusual light.

"Seven Qi Spiritual Body, Chaotic Bone Structure..." His voice carried a metallic quality as his fingertips drew intricate runes in the void before him. "In this life, I've finally found the right vessel."

The runes landed on the water mirror, and faint golden patterns immediately appeared around Qin Chuan's figure, like an invisible net tightening.

“Wait a little longer… wait until he has thoroughly mastered the Chaos Technique, wait until the seven energies merge within his body…” In the shadows behind Donghuang Taiyi, a phantom figure resembling Qin Chuan vaguely appeared. “At that time, it will be the time when you and I become one.”

Qin Chuan in the water mirror seemed to sense something. He suddenly looked up towards the direction of the secret room, his eyes clear, showing no trace of his foolishness.

The runes on Donghuang Taiyi's fingertips paused for a moment, then he let out a low laugh that echoed in the secret chamber, carrying a chilling anticipation.

The fog grew thicker.

Qin Chuan put down the astrology jade box, his gaze sweeping over the jade boxes suspended high above, finally settling on the one at the very top, enveloped in a seven-colored cloud.

Perhaps the deepest secret of the Yin-Yang School is hidden there.

Behind him, in the mist, the argument between Yanfei and Yueshen gradually subsided, and two pairs of eyes pierced through the barrier, landing on the spot where he had just stood, each carrying their own calculations and worries.

The wind in the Zangfa Pavilion suddenly became hot and dry.

Chapter 8: Slaying the Eastern Emperor with a Fist, Taking Control of Yin and Yang!

The fog inside the Zangfa Pavilion has a strange, viscous feel, like time frozen in time.

Qin Chuan's fingertips traced a jade box engraved with the "Taiyin" rune, while his mind was rapidly integrating the newly flooded information.

The argument between Yanfei and Yueshen was less a dispute over doctrines and more a clash of ideologies between the two major schools of Yin-Yang philosophy.

Yin and Yang are not separate entities.

Yan Fei's voice somehow pierced through the barrier, carrying a deliberately amplified clarity:

"Fire belongs to Yang, and water belongs to Yin. However, when a raging fire burns out and turns to ash, it can nourish the soil and water; when cold water thaws and turns into steam, it can fuel the fire. So-called magic is nothing more than accelerating this transformation process."

She was clearly saying this to Qin Chuan.