one, his body also quite rigid.The woman with a sword at her neck screamed, "Father!"The elderly man with a long beard had just repelled the green python, his body trembling as he turned and called ou...The focus of fireworks, is not in the flame, but in the flower.

The essence of a flower lies not in its form, but in its spirit.

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In fact, Bai Lian also displayed flame flowers generated from white flames during the battle against Ji Xuan on the banks of Qingjiang River. The inspiration should also come from Zuo Guanglie's flame flower burning city.

Jiang Wang initially fell into a misunderstanding. He tried to manipulate the fire element force to carve a flower. Thanks to the subtlety of the Controlling Element Jue, he succeeded in doing so. However, the flame flower he painstakingly maintained was ultimately just flame, not a real flower.

Therefore, it cannot "bloom."

Don't deliberately try to form a flower, it should be generated naturally.

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Jiang Wang secretly pinched a Dao Jue, a point of fire flowing with Yuanli, generating at his fingertips.

Under Daoyuan's careful infusion, it gradually expanded.

Jiang Wang imagined herself watering and nurturing, and the initial spark of Xing Yuan power, was like a seed of a flower.

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Vitality is its nourishment, the Taoist spirit is its lifeblood.

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It grows, it strengthens, it sprouts...

At last, a tiny spark of flame bloomed on my fingertip.

Between the petals, there are faint veins that seem to connect naturally.

They jointly construct beauty, and also condense extremely powerful destructive force.

Every flower has its own unique beauty.

This firework is different from Dong A's fireworks, and it is definitely different from Zuo Guanglie's own fireworks. It belongs solely to Jiang Wang himself.

Because of him, it was given "life".

This is another form of life.

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Although it belongs to the category of Daoist techniques of the third rank, it is quite different from other Daoist techniques of the same rank.

Only then can such fireworks develop into the breathtaking spectacle of a city engulfed in flames.

Jiang Wangxiu achieved the Flame Flower, but he did not feel proud or complacent.

...In contrast, there is only awe.

Fireworks are merely the foundation of the "Fiery Bloom Devours City" technique, enough to attract powerful figures like Dong'a to study it. Legend has it that when Left Guanglie first created this technique, he was only nineteen years old, the same age as Linghe is now.

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What a dazzling prodigy!

What does it mean to be the best among his peers at the Fenglin City Dao Institute Or, as Zhen Wudi said, what does it even mean to be the champion of the Yuimai realm in the Tai Xu Illusionary Realm

> A true strong person's gaze extends far beyond the present scenery.

After mastering fireworks, Jiang Wang confidently engaged in battles with Zhen Wudi. In ten matches, he was already able to achieve stable victories in more than three.

Because he now possessed means to threaten Zhen Wudi without needing to be close, the space for choosing battle tactics greatly expanded. This was not a simple leap forward.

In the battle between the two, if Zhen Wudi hadn't unleashed his full power of secret techniques, he wouldn't have gained any advantage.

With Zhen Wudi's sparring, there are fewer and fewer places to improve.

Therefore, upon re-entering the Vast Illusory Realm, Jiang Wang decisively ignored Zhen Fatty and began a new battle match on the Sword Discussion Platform.

When Fang Hèling entered the ancestral hall, what awaited him was not the anticipated meeting of three elders as he had imagined, but only his father, Fang Zéhòu, alone.

He stood facing the ancestral tablets of the Fang family, hands at his sides.

"Father," Fang He Ling called out in a low voice.

>Fang Zehou turned around and slapped him with his hand.

"Do you know what you're doing"

Fang He Ling's face swelled up quickly, but he didn't cry out in pain, nor did he dare to dodge.

“I know,” he said.

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"You know" Fang Zehou questioned.

He slapped her again.

“Do you know”

Fang He Ling remained silent.

"Do you know what the situation in Yun Guo is now Do you know that the person your caravan was protecting is very likely a demon from Bai Gu Dao, or even possibly Ou Yang Lie himself"

“Do you know what the White Bone Path is Do you know how Xiaolin Town was destroyed Those people are true demons, slaughtering the living and desecrating the dead. They're capable of anything! You say you know”

"Do you know what the consequences would be of getting involved with them Forget about doing business in Yun Guo, just Wei Queji alone would strip you bare, and he'd drag the entire Fang family down with you! You say you know"

Fang Zehou was so angry his fingers were trembling. He raised his hand again, ready to slap Fang Hueling.

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"They drugged me!" Fang Hualing cried, his voice dropping to a whisper. "If I don't listen, I'll die."

"Did you guys ever have a mission where the whole team was wiped out"

"Yes," Fang He Ling explained what happened that day.

"This is a conspiracy!" Fang Zehou roared after listening, "You are a fool being manipulated and deceived!"

"But I had no choice, Father."

“I’ll do as you say. I’ll try my best to catch up with Jiang Wang. I want to prove myself to you. I’ve been diligently cultivating and actively seeking experience. He can take on missions, so can I! But those people are too powerful, the fellow disciples who went with me were killed in an instant. I know this is a conspiracy, don't I” Fang Hèling said, “But I don't want to die, Father.”

"No, that won't do." Fang Zehou shook his head. "I'll find someone to figure out what you swallowed. This has to be reported to the city lord. Dealing with the White Bone Dao is something our Fang family can't handle! Even if your clan uncle was willing to help, no one in the Fang family could withstand it!"

The Fang family in Fenglin City is actually a big deal. He served in the military early on and is now the main general of the city guard. However, he comes from a branch family and didn't get much support from the clan during his growth. The main family doesn't really get close to him.

The man was utterly loyal to Wei Qiji, who had shown him kindness. For small matters, he might ask for help, but this kind of thing he would never condone.

If given a choice, Fang Zehou would be willing to take the burden for his son. But he knew very well that he couldn't bear it. Even if he put the entire Fang family on the line, it would still be the same.

“Father, you can’t do this.” Fang He Ling took a step to the right, standing in front of Fang Ze Hou.

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"Get lost!" Fang Zehou slapped him across the face.

But Fang Huiling still stood there, only turning her head back from being fanned away and looking at her father: “If Wei Quezhi knew I was involved with the White Bone Dao, your son would truly be ruined! Dong A couldn't possibly protect me!”

“You've ruined everything!” Fang Ze roared, he sounded exhausted: “Now I have to protect the Fang family.”

"Father," Fang Hueling suddenly made a move, grabbing Fang Zehou and pressing him down onto the armchair on either side of the ancestral hall.

"I haven't been destroyed, I've already reached the Zhou Tian realm of cultivation, and the Tong Tian realm is just around the corner."

His tone was tinged with madness.

“Fang He Ling! What are you trying to do” Fang Ze Hou rebuked.

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“Father, you can’t imagine the power that the White Bone Dao can mobilize. Countless forces are helping Ouyang Lie evacuate from Yun Country, and our caravan is just one of them. He could be in any group, it's not necessary for us to be. But we, need the White Bone Dao.” Fang He-ling pressed on Fang Ze-hou’s shoulders, staring straight at him: “You know I help them do things, what do they give me Blood Still Dan!”

"I only ate one, and I broke through to the Zhoutian Realm. Do you know what that means"

“I've only just entered the sect this year. If I practice according to the proper rules, when will I be able to catch up to Wang Changxiang and Zhang Linchuan Our Fang family will always have to bow our heads and look at other people's faces!”

"Things are different now, you know"

“I know they all look down on me. Fang Pengju, Jiang Wang, Zhao Rucheng, even Zhang Linchuan and Shen Nanyi! They make a joke of me! I know you look down on me too!”

But now things are different. Sooner or later, everyone will have to face me!

“You ask me if I know what I'm doing I do. I'm just trying, desperately, desperately, to prove it to you.”

Fang Zehou himself didn't have particularly high cultivation talent, nor did he gain his current status through cultivation.

So, in front of his own son, he had little power to resist.

Fang Huerling paid close attention to every bit of progress. He was quite pleased at first.

But he never expected Bai Gu Dao to intervene, using such a brutal test of life and death to instantly expose his son's true nature.

He lamented bitterly: "You're courting disaster!"

"Dad!"

Fang Huerling knelt before Fang Zehou.

“Father, just trust me once. From childhood to now, I've always followed your arrangements. Now let me make my own decisions. I am clear-headed and know what I'm doing. I don't want to be a shadow of anyone anymore!

To plot with a tiger, to seek its skin... might just succeed!

Maybe someday, your son will be able to peel off the tiger skin for you.

"But the premise is that you have the strength to fight a tiger. My foolish son." Fang Zehou lamented this in his heart. But he didn't say another word out loud.

The main door of the ancestral hall slowly closed.

On this day, Fang Zehou was confined to the ancestral hall by his only son, and the Fang family's power shifted.re, while Chong Xuan Zun came from a renowned military family. Naturally, they both understood this principle.One was dressed in white, flowing like the clouds; the other wore a green shirt with a swo...