Battle Through the Heavens: Xiao Yan, who was kidnapped to another world

The crescent moon shattered the moment it made contact with the ghost general's fist, turning into countless sparks that fell upon her.

'Damn it, this flame is no weaker than the Flame Ancestral Symbol!' The Ghost General cursed under his breath, his demonic energy surging as he tried to extinguish all the flames.

Even though Ghost General was just a minor character in the great war between heaven and earth, she still tasted the Flame Ancestral Symbol a few times—although it was always from flames shattered by her colleagues or superiors.

"Burn it clean."

In the instant the demonic energy surged, a fair and delicate left hand slowly touched the back of the Ghost General's heart, and at the same time, two words slowly entered the Ghost General's ears.

boom!

Accompanied by a scorching gust of wind, eerie white flames burst forth from the ghost general's body, sweeping outwards in all directions like a tidal wave.

"Fire Spirit Beast!"

Although the ghost general's body exploded completely in that instant, Yao Lao dared not relax at all. With a hand seal, a shout came from his throat, and the huge sea of ​​fire suddenly surged violently, swirling and condensing into a huge, dark white beast.

With a flick of his left hand, Xiao Yan threw all the third-tier magic cores of various attributes that he had painstakingly collected at the pale white behemoth.

"Purify!"

With a low growl, the beast swallowed all fifty or sixty magic cores. Then, the beast's body began to tumble inward, like a black hole, with all the flames swirling towards the center. In fact, because the swirling was so fast, a huge vortex of fire formed directly above this strange space.

When the last wisp of flame disappeared, in the very center, a pill resembling black jade slowly swirled.

"Teacher... I finally managed to collect these magic cores!" Xiao Yan was on the verge of tears.

"Haven't we succeeded? What's there to care about?"

The old apothecary reached out and caught the slowly falling pill. He said nonchalantly, took out a jade bottle from his bone flame ring, and casually tossed the dark jade-colored pill into it.

"But there's something unclean in this pill!" Xiao Yan said with a bitter face after taking over his body from Yao Lao.

"Who said this was for Lin Dong?" Old Yao rolled his eyes in annoyance. "The key is the alchemy technique! And the feasibility of your hypothesis!"

Throw the five elemental magic cores into the elixir before it takes shape, manipulate the flames to absorb all the turmoil and repulsion, and finally form the elixir outside the cauldron. After all, the repulsive reaction of the five elemental magic cores is unavoidable, so just use your mental power to fine-tune it!

On the way to Xingluo City, Xiao Yan proposed this whimsical method of alchemy.

Although the Ghost General was used as the elixir, the repulsion between the five types of demonic cores was successfully resolved using flames and spiritual power. This means that Xiao Yan's method of alchemy has a certain degree of feasibility.

"But all my magic cores are gone!" Xiao Yan said with a bitter expression, tapping the number of magic cores in his Awakening Flame Ring. "I only have eight fourth-tier magic cores left for each attribute. That's not enough, is it?"

"You saw everything I did perfectly well, didn't you? Just try a few more times." The old doctor laughed somewhat irresponsibly.

“However, this pill should be safe to take,” the old doctor said, his expression turning serious. “The Ghost General’s aura has been completely eliminated…it seems to be the effect of the Bone Spirit Cold Fire. What remains in this pill is the unique attribute of the Yin Tiger…or rather, the Dark Sacred Tiger that the Ghost General spoke of.”

"really?"

Xiao Yan looked at the pill in the jade bottle with some suspicion. His spiritual power was not weak, but he still could not tell whether there was any aura of the Ghost General in this pill.

"Why would I lie to you?" The old apothecary smiled helplessly. "If you don't believe me, just let Zhu Guohu take this pill."

Not far away, Zhu Guohu lay unconscious on the ground, his body covered in wounds. If Xiao Yan hadn't been able to sense his presence, he probably would have thought Zhu Guohu was dead.

"Then forget it," Xiao Yan shook his head decisively. Looking at the jade bottle in his hand, he hesitated for a moment, then wiped his palm, forming a thin purple-gold fire film at the mouth of the bottle. Only after doing this did he feel at ease putting the jade bottle into the Awakening Flame Ring.

"You're quite careful," Yao Lao said, amused by Xiao Yan's cautious behavior. "Alright, let's wake Zhu Guohu up. Without the statue in his hand, it will probably take us quite a while to get back."

After speaking, the Medicine Elder transformed into a beam of light and flashed into the Bone Inflammation Ring.

Nodding in understanding, Xiao Yan walked towards Zhu Guohu, who was not far away.

After waking Zhu Guohu, Xiao Yan briefly summarized the situation and told him—

The Zhu family's ancestor was possessed by an evil spirit in the Yin-Yang Pool, thus becoming a vengeful ghost that feeds on the lives of its offspring. Now, both her ancestor and that evil spirit have been purified, and the Zhu family will no longer have any vengeful ghosts. However, the Yin Tiger's attributes can no longer be stably passed down.

"I see..."

After hearing Xiao Yan's explanation, a look of relief flashed across Zhu Guohu's face, but he quickly rallied, "Now that the Zhu family's matter is settled, what about the Dai family..."

"Let's wait until we've seen the Yin-Yang Pool before we talk about it," Xiao Yan interrupted him. "The Yin-Yang Pool might be even more... important than your Zhu family's Netherworld Pool." For this continent.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Yin-Yang Pool is the place where the Dark Sacred Tiger mentioned by the ghost died. Those Yang Tigers and Yin Tigers might be soul beasts tainted by the bloodline of the Dark Sacred Tiger, and they want to return here before they die... to reinforce the seal?

This is a deduction made by Xiao Yan based on the information he already knew.

Chapter 72 Yin-Yang Pool

The Grand Duke of the Underworld's library.

"It is said that the Yang Tiger and Yin Tiger were originally just ordinary winged tigers. It was only after being baptized by the energy of the Yin-Yang Pool that they evolved into the two most elite tiger-type soul beasts, the Yang Tiger and the Yin Tiger."

"At that time, all the spirit beasts hated the unfamiliar Yang Tiger and Yin Tiger, as if these two types of tiger spirit beasts were heretics. After a long period of territorial disputes, a large area of ​​forest centered on the Yin-Yang Pool became the territory of the Yang Tiger and Yin Tiger..."

"Are you sure this is the history of Yang Tiger and Yin Tiger?" After reading two paragraphs from the book, Xiao Yan looked at Zhu Guohu, who was wrapping bandages around his body, with a face full of black lines.

"Is this really not just wishful thinking on the part of your Zhu and Dai families?!"

Regardless of whether there were humans when the Yang Tiger and Yin Tiger were born, the last sentence alone, "vast forests became the territory of the Yang Tiger and Yin Tiger," proves that at that time, the living space of humans had not yet expanded to this area. If that is the case, why is it recorded in a book called "history"?

“When we discovered the Yin-Yang Pool, the tribesmen who were immersed in the pool would receive the pool’s memories…” Zhu Guohu explained as he wrapped his bandages in a way that would hinder his movements. “Oh, that should be called the memories of the deceased Yang Tiger and Yin Tiger.”

"Through generations of storytelling and recording, our ancestors together completed this record of history. Although we cannot guarantee that it is exactly the same as the real history, it is certainly the history we have received."

Let's just say that's how it is.

As early as when he learned that Youhun had possessed the woman he had met yesterday, Xiao Yan had guessed that someone might have received fragments of Yang Hu and Yin Hu's souls. Therefore, Zhu Guohu's explanation only confirmed the accuracy of Xiao Yan's guess.

"What about the energy fluctuations of the Yin-Yang Pool?" Xiao Yan turned to the first page of the book, pointing to the information recorded therein—

The winged tiger evolved due to the energy fluctuations in the Yin-Yang Pool.

"Did none of your ancestors receive any memories of this energy?"

The words that Ghost spoke yesterday have been nagging at Xiao Yan's heart. "Flame Ancestral Symbol" and "Planet Embryo" are clearly not things that Zhu Guohu knows, so Xiao Yan can only hope that the ancestors of the Zhu family or the Dai family can leave behind a description of the Dark Holy Tiger.

“No,” Zhu Guohu shook his head, patted the bandages on his body, nodded in satisfaction, and then took a book from the bookshelf. “According to records, the earliest memories received by our ancestors are those of the second generation, Yang Hu and Yin Hu. No one has received the memories of the first generation.”

"Some speculate that the first generation of Yang Tiger and Yin Tiger did not die, while others speculate that the Yin-Yang Pool itself was transformed from the first generation of Yang Tiger and Yin Tiger. Some even say that they were the creators of the original Chang Gui..."

"All the relevant information is in this book. I'm going to court now; I need to report everything that happened last night to my elder brother."

After handing the book to Xiao Yan, Zhu Guohu pretended to limp as he walked out of the library.

Starry Palace.

The towering marble pillars are majestic and imposing, while the painted white tigers are sacred and powerful, creating a magnificent and splendid scene.

"Third brother, your injury..."

After all the court officials had left, a worried expression appeared on the majestic Star Luo Emperor's face. In his sight was Zhu Guohu, whose body was wrapped in bandages.

"Last night, our ancestor fought against the illusory image of the Angel God summoned by the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall," Zhu Guohu replied respectfully. "My soul power is weak, and I was seriously injured just by watching."

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall..." Emperor Xingluo narrowed his tiger-like eyes slightly, "Is that the Xiao Yan you mentioned before, the one with innate soul power at level five...?"

Although the Star Luo Emperor was arrogant and conceited, even he understood that the Spirit Hall was the real threat. If it weren't for the Spirit Hall, the Heaven Dou Empire would have been annexed by him long ago.

Therefore, when Zhu Guohu mentioned that the person the Spirit Hall was looking for might be the Spirit Hall's Holy Son, the future leader of the Spirit Hall, the Star Luo Emperor made a special note of the name and also arranged for someone to deliver a border count to Zhu Guohu.

“His name is Xiao Yan, his martial soul is the Xuanzhong Ruler, and his innate soul power is... if nothing unexpected happens, it is level 20,” Zhu Guohu said respectfully. “The level 5 he reported must have been deliberately concealed. When I saw him last night, he was already level 40.”

"Level 40? Is that border count still alive?"

Without acquiring a soul ring, one can kill a Soul Master. As Zhu Guohu explained, the Star Luo Emperor gradually recalled Xiao Yan's information.

"When I saw Xiao Yan, the count had already turned to dust and died completely."

"What a pity, we've lost one of our ghost servants."

Yao Sheng's death was within the Star Luo Emperor's expectations. After expressing his regret in a simple sentence, the Star Luo Emperor looked at Zhu Guohu and asked, "How is Youmingchi?"

Even though he was "severely injured," Zhu Guohu still knelt down abruptly, saying, "Your Majesty, I am incompetent. The Netherworld Pool... has been destroyed."

boom!

The handle of the dragon throne was crushed into dust, and the beard on the face of the Star Luo Emperor trembled, making him look like a fierce tiger suppressing his anger.

"Where are the Ghost Servants and the Servants?" Emperor Xingluo asked in a low voice, suppressing his anger.

"Your subject... is incompetent!" Zhu Guohu's head was pressed firmly against the ground.

Upon hearing this, the Star Luo Emperor's face grew even more somber. It was true that the Star Luo Empire possessed a million-strong army, but both the high-ranking officials of the Spirit Hall and the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire knew that the Star Luo Empire's true trump card lay in its fearless couriers and ghost servants. They had previously been able to steadily suppress the Heaven Dou Empire, but without the couriers...

"Is Xiao Yan still alive?" Emperor Xingluo questioned.

"...Seriously injured." Zhu Guohu, kneeling on the ground, trembled slightly.

"Near death?"

"No……"

"waste!"

The fragments of the chair armrest that the Star Luo Emperor had been holding were hurled at Zhu Guohu. "I shouldn't have listened to your slander!"

The enraged Star Luo Emperor completely forgot that it was he who had asked Zhu Guohu to use that border count as bait.

"Your Majesty, I deserve to die ten thousand times over."

"Death? What's the use of death?!" The Star Luo Emperor smashed the other armrest of the dragon throne. "Get out! I order you to repair the Netherworld Pool within three years! Even if it costs the lives of everyone in your Zhu family, I want to see a perfectly restored Netherworld Pool in three years!"

Zhu Guohu knelt there quietly, without moving.

"Get out of here now?!"

"The minister obeys the order."

Only after the Star Luo Emperor roared again did Zhu Guohu slowly get up and back out of the palace.

Nighttime, Xingluo Imperial Palace, Imperial Garden.

"This is the Yin-Yang Pool?"

Looking at the pond in the center of the Imperial Garden, Xiao Yan asked with some surprise, "Didn't you say that the Yin-Yang Pond had completely dried up and was being used as a ruin? What's going on here?"

"This place wasn't like this when I was little..." Zhu Guohu looked around, somewhat bewildered.

At each of the four corners of the Imperial Garden stands a pavilion, seemingly representing the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Each pavilion is filled with a representative flower of the season, while in the center of the Imperial Garden, on the pond, stands a white jade sculpture of a fierce tiger.

Everything contradicted Zhu Guohu's childhood memories—back then, this place was just a bottomless pit, but he was taught that it was the ancestral land of the Dai family.

"It seems that after your elder brother took power, he filled this place in and turned it into a simple imperial garden."

After listening to Zhu Guohu's words, Xiao Yan nodded helplessly.