Chapter 2196: Sixth-Level Spirit Flame Achieves Merit

After a moment, the dust and mist dissipated, revealing Wang Changsheng and Lin Zilin unharmed. The surrounding hundred miles had been flattened, with not even a single weed remaining.

Wang Changsheng stood on the surface of the water, his expression calm.

Lin Zilin's face darkened. With a flick of his right hand, a red light flashed, and a longbow, glowing with continuous red light, appeared in his grasp. A miniature python was carved on its bow limb, and it exuded an astonishing spiritual aura, clearly a low-grade Sky-reaching Spirit Treasure.

He took out three glowing arrows with silver, red, and blue arrowheads respectively, each exuding an astonishing spiritual aura.

"Fellow Daoist Lin," Han Changfeng asked curiously, "I heard your Nine Flames Sect possesses a Nine Flames Soul Extinguishing Bow. Is this precious bow your brother is using a replica?" Fifty thousand years ago, the sect master of the Nine Flames Sect used the Nine Flames Soul Extinguishing Bow to slay a seventh-tier demonic beast, earning immense renown.

"That's right," Lin Ziqin said proudly. "Although the one my brother uses is a replica, its power is not much inferior to a mid-grade Sky-reaching Spirit Treasure." The Nine Flames Soul Extinguishing Bow is a high-grade Sky-reaching Spirit Treasure. The sect master of the Nine Flames Sect used it to instantly slay a seventh-tier demonic beast, which greatly increased his reputation.

With a whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, three arrows shot through the void, transforming into three distinct colored flames. A moment later, the three flames coalesced into a gigantic silver tiger, a red shark, and a colossal green eagle, all hurtling directly towards Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng formed a hand seal, and the seawater beneath his feet surged violently. A massive water tornado then soared skyward, enveloping him within.

The water tornado was tens of thousands of feet high, connecting heaven and earth, an awe-inspiring sight.

The gigantic silver tiger, red shark, and colossal green eagle crashed into the water tornado, easily tearing open a breach and plunging inside.

A slight smile played on Lin Zilin's lips. These three arrows were forged with a significant amount of sixth-tier materials, allowing them to unleash three types of flames to harm enemies. He had once used this treasure to injure a Void Refinement cultivator, and he believed that even if Wang Changsheng wasn't critically injured, he would at least be in a sorry state.

Just then, a muffled clanging sound echoed, and the three arrows flew out from the water tornado, their spiritual light dim, clearly having suffered significant damage.

Lin Zilin's face turned grim. Wang Changsheng had actually withstood this attack with such ease.

The water tornado dispersed and vanished, revealing Wang Changsheng standing on the surface of the water, completely unharmed and looking utterly unbothered.

"Both fellow Daoists possess profound cultivation," Han Changfeng intervened. "Continuing this fight would only harm our amicable relations. I suggest we stop here and declare it a draw!"

"Indeed! Let's call it a draw," Long Yunxin chimed in. After all, Lin Zilin had entered the Void Refinement stage relatively early, and it was better to prioritize harmony.

"I have no objection," Wang Changsheng said sincerely. "I wonder what Fellow Daoist Lin thinks." Wang Changsheng's tone was sincere; he neither provoked trouble nor feared it.

"Absolutely not," Lin Zilin replied, unwilling to yield. "I said three moves, and it will be three moves." Lin Zilin was unwilling to yield in the slightest. It wasn't a matter of pride for him; his cultivation technique was quite unique, requiring his thoughts to be unhindered. Upon learning of Mu Yaoyao's death, he had always wanted to seek justice for her. It was a rare opportunity to encounter Wang Changsheng, so he naturally wouldn't let this chance slip by. Regardless of the outcome, he would have done right by his friend and fulfilled a long-held wish, otherwise, it would affect his future cultivation.

"In that case, Fellow Daoist Lin, proceed with your move!" Wang Changsheng said with a heavy voice.

Lin Zilin opened his mouth, and a ball of six-colored flames flew out. After a rapid spin, it transformed into a six-colored arrow several feet long. The arrow emitted a terrifying high temperature, and a buzzing sound emanated from the void, as if it was about to tear open.

He drew his bow and notched the arrow. With a "whoosh," the six-colored arrow shot forth. After a blur, it transformed into a six-colored fiery flood dragon several hundred feet long, heading straight for Wang Changsheng.

Wherever the six-colored fiery flood dragon passed, a piercing whooshing sound echoed through the twisting and distorting void. The ground beneath suddenly ignited, and the flames rapidly spread.

"A sixth-tier spiritual flame! The Nine Flames Soul Forging Art!" Shangguan Yan's face tightened, her eyes filled with apprehension.

Most disciples of the Nine Flames Sect excelled at controlling flames, but were limited to a single type. Only core inheritors could cultivate the Nine Flames Soul Forging Art. It was said that when cultivated to its peak, one could manifest nine types of flames, possessing immense power. However, this cultivation technique was extremely difficult to master, and only a small number of people in the Nine Flames Sect were capable of cultivating it. Eighty thousand years ago, during a racial war, a Grand Elder of the Nine Flames Sect, wielding nine types of flames, annihilated two Integration-stage foreign beings.

Han Changfeng and the others' expressions grew solemn. Long Yunxin's pupils contracted; he was already preparing to intervene and help. Wang Changsheng had saved his clansman, and he would absolutely not stand by and watch him be killed.

Wang Changsheng felt the terrifying high temperature emanating from the six-colored fiery flood dragon, and his expression grew solemn.

He formed a hand seal, and the seawater beneath his feet surged violently as dozens of water tornadoes soared skyward, sealing off the entire hundred-mile radius.

The six-colored fiery flood dragon pounced, and the water tornadoes were torn apart by it with ease, as if they were made of paper.

When the six-colored fiery flood dragon reached Wang Changsheng, a wisp of smoke rose from his body, as if he was about to ignite from the intense heat.

A brilliant blue light erupted from Wang Changsheng's body. He moved both his fists and smashed them towards the six-colored fiery flood dragon.

With a thunderous roar, the six-colored fiery flood dragon was shattered by Wang Changsheng's attack. A ball of six-colored flames immediately engulfed Wang Changsheng's divine ability. Under the high temperature, a large amount of seawater evaporated, creating thick, rolling mist.

"Stop! That's enough!" Long Yunxin exclaimed, his face changing drastically.

"Fellow Daoist Long, no need to worry, I'm fine," Wang Changsheng's voice came from within the thick mist. As the mist dissipated, Wang Changsheng's entire body was protected by a ball of snow-blue flames, which kept the six-colored flames at bay.

"A sixth-tier spiritual flame!" Lin Zilin exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief. The Nine Flames Sect had expended vast amounts of cultivation resources just for him to cultivate six types of flames, and he had spent hundreds of years nurturing a single sixth-tier spiritual flame, which was one of his greatest trump cards. He had never imagined that Wang Changsheng also possessed a sixth-tier spiritual flame.

He took a deep breath, formed a hand seal, and the six-colored flames flew back to him.

He took out a Lihuo Crystal and tossed it to Wang Changsheng, saying, "I concede defeat. The matter concerning Junior Nephew Mu ends here; I will not pursue it further."

With that said, Lin Zilin transformed into a streak of light and sped away through the sky. Lin Ziqin quickly followed suit.

Han Changfeng and the others were filled with shock. Leng Qingfeng and Shangguan Yan's expressions were solemn; they too could withstand Lin Zilin's three moves, but not with such ease.

Wang Changsheng formed a hand seal, and the snow-blue flames on his body suddenly vanished. If it weren't for the sixth-tier spiritual flame, this time would have been dangerous.

It's not simply a matter of merging five fifth-tier spiritual flames to obtain a sixth-tier one; a specific cultivation method is also required. Wang Changsheng had obtained the Five Flames Soul Forging Art and spent over two hundred years to reach the Void Refinement stage, thereby obtaining the sixth-tier spiritual flame.

"Fellow Daoist Wang and Fellow Daoist Lin both possess profound cultivation," Yang Xuemei praised. "I have truly had my eyes opened." She needed to give the Liu family a warning: not to engage Wang Changsheng in a life-or-death battle. Solely with the sixth-tier spiritual flame, ordinary Void Refinement cultivators were simply no match for Wang Changsheng. Knowing that Wang Changsheng possessed a sixth-tier spiritual flame, they could be on guard and prepare treasures to counter flame attacks. If it truly came to a life-or-death battle, they wouldn't be completely helpless.

"Madam Yang, you flatter me," Wang Changsheng said humbly. "If Fellow Daoist Lin were to use his Dharma Idol, I would be no match for him." He was speaking the truth: upon entering the Void Refinement stage, the Dharma Idol was second only to one's true artifact. If Lin Zilin were to use his Dharma Idol, Wang Changsheng truly would be no match. Given Lin Zilin's status and position, collecting materials to condense a Dharma Idol would be easier for him. Wang Changsheng needed to descend to the lower realm soon to retrieve the Water of the Underworld.

"All right," Han Changfeng urged, "let's go back and discuss this further! The other fellow Daoists must be getting impatient." The group then left the small island and returned to Snowy Goose Market.