C17

There is nothing good in the treasury, a pile of tattered little things, and I do not know what you have been waiting for all day.

Chen Fan shook his head, a large amount of anger had obviously entered his body once again. Unknowingly, the veins on the foreheads of these old fellows were no longer concealed.

I only have one condition, after I succeed, give me a piece of my ancestors' remains …

This was impossible! Before Chen Fan could finish speaking, he was stopped by the third clan elder's angry roar.

How can I let you just take my Qing Xuan Sect s, and not wishful thinking about it.

Chen Fan, do you know what you are saying? Even if you have the Ancient Token in your hand, it is not an excuse for you to spout nonsense.

The Fourth Elder and the Sixth Elder reprimanded him one after the other. To these old fellows, the remains of their Martial Ancestor were more important than their lifeblood. They must not be damaged, and it was best to seal them forever.

They each represented the attitude of two factions, and there was no room for negotiation. The remains and the marriage were more important than anything else.

Why do you know of the Ancestral Master's remains? Lan Yu calmed down a little and asked.

In fact, even a core disciple like Zhao Hong had no way of knowing about the remains of the ancestor.

Before he passed away in meditation, the founder once said that he would disintegrate his body, leaving it for later use in the event of a Sect catastrophe.

It had been almost ten thousand years since then, and Qing Xuan Sect had indeed encountered many dangers that were enough to be destroyed. At critical moments, he took out the remains and ignited his combat strength as an Ancestral Master, allowing him to quickly avoid danger.

Over time, the remains became one of the essence of the Qing Xuan Sect, but after being activated multiple times, there were not many left.

At most, there would be three more chances to protect Sect, and with the decline of Qing Xuan Sect, unless it was absolutely necessary, it would be impossible for the ancestral master's remains to reappear under the light of day.

I happened to see it in an ancient book, and it just so happened that my next step of cultivation was to improve my physical body. Chen Fan casually found an excuse.

Perhaps in the eyes of several elders, such a request was too excessive. It could even be considered treason and treason. How could a junior disciple possibly want to take down the corpse of their own ancestor?

But Chen Fan was very clear on his needs, even though Xiao San's cultivation back then was not good, he had at least received a part of his legacy, and would definitely leave behind some Qi in his body.

This was the key step in Chen Fan's recovery of his strength. He wanted to find his former divine arts, and only by relying on this shortcut.

Otherwise, just relying on the Heavenly Heart Formula to grind them down would take at least three to five years.

Sigh, little fellow, it would be such a great sight if you came here a hundred years later in the morning. The Great Clan Elder wanted to say something, but stopped in his tracks. He looked fixedly at Chen Fan, his gaze somewhat scorching.

You are a smart person, since you can see through the marriage between us and the Hua Ding Sect so clearly, it wouldn't be hard for you to realize that the decline of the Qing Xuan Sect is already unstoppable.

This was the first time Lan Yu admitted it to Chen Fan, and this also meant that he was pessimistic. He did not think highly of the future of this huge ship that he was on.

As the ultimate trump card, the Ancestral Ancestor's corpse is the only method my Qing Xuan Sect uses to intimidate the other enemies. Not a single mistake can be made, so you should change the condition.

As a Sect Leader, speaking to a junior with such sincerity, Lan Yu had already done it to the extreme.

When it fell into Chen Fan's eyes, all that was left was a sigh.

Flowers have no equal, and once upon a time, he looked down on all of the Qing Xuan Sect in the entire Southern Region. Even large clans with great Zhongzhou would have to fear him during his peak period, but now, he became like this after a thousand years.

Relying on the remnants left behind by the ancestors as a trump card to survive, pitiful and lamentable.

After leaving Pindu Feng, Chu Tian did not rush to cultivate. In Zhao Hong's prank earlier, he had already collected enough anger, and the Heavenly Heart Formula was already ready to move.

Puff!

A scarlet light shot out from his palm and circled around one of the censers. There were even more similar beams of light that continuously shone on the censer.

As the temperature of the air in the room increased, the incense burner's surface began to have dense lines and lines covering it evenly, as if it were enveloped by a large net.

In reality, this should be the true state of the censer. However, it was usually covered by the smoke and fire energy.

Ordinary offerings and high temperatures naturally wouldn't have any effect, but the elders never thought that apart from a few portraits, this censer was the only one with the longest history in the entire ancestral hall.

As long as someone was able to release a beam of light and then notice the incense burner's existence, their Qing Xuan Sect should not have fallen to where it was today.

After being stimulated by Chen Fan's flame, the patterns on the outside of the censer were reactivated and similarly released waves of light, revealing the oppressing purple luster of your noble aura.

Sigh, Xiao San had initially planned to leave the Dao Burning Furnace that he painstakingly refined to his descendants as a legacy treasure.

Chen Fan sighed, in his initial plan, he was indeed going to rely on his Qing Xuan Sect to rise to prominence. He had already thought of a way to capture the Dao Burning Furnace, but he couldn't make it in time.

The Dao Burning Furnace s were easily caught, and their Sect had turned into this state. Chen Fa could only choose to start again, and climb up the mountain step by step.

In the past, even his third disciple, Cao Rui, had such spirit, claiming that he would need to borrow the power of this furnace to incinerate three thousand great daos. Forget about whether the latter would succeed, at the very least, the Dao Burning Furnace had left a glorious reputation throughout the history of Human Clan cultivation.

Shaking his head, Chen Fan controlled his anger. Through the transformation of the Heavenly Heart Formula, the surging Spiritual Energy all spouted out from his palm, and they were all channeled into the Dao Burning Furnace.

If not, if he wanted to reach this level of temperature, he would have to spend a lot of energy. This was all thanks to Zhao Hong's genius idea, which gave Chen Fan the anger of several tens of thousands of people in the sect.

The endless pure energy within his dantian was transferred into his meridians one after another. Only after it had completed its circulation through his entire body did it finally shoot out from his palm.

The entire cycle of reincarnation was complete, without any waste at all. The Heavenly Heart Formula, on the other hand, was pushed to a crazed state, otherwise, it would not be able to keep up with the flames outside.

The heat waves in the air rose and fell, as if they couldn't wait to ignite the furniture in the surroundings.

Chen Fan then raised his hand and absorbed all of it, and then threw it into the dao flame without hesitation.

A ball of blazing flames was constantly burning in front of him, but Chen Fan controlled it to a reasonable extent so that it would not affect the entire room.

In reality, this was not just a simple flame, but it contained Chen Fan's understanding and memories of the Great Way. Every breath of time, it should have drained his cultivation, completely relying on his anger to persevere.

If all of them were to be stacked together, they would probably be able to reach the full power of a protector expert. Through Chen Fan's body that had turned into a pillar of fire, it rushed towards the Dao Burning Furnace from all directions.

A vast expanse of crimson red appeared on the battlefield. It was so thick that people couldn't even open their eyes, and a terrifyingly high temperature accompanied it.

The Dao Burning Furnace was constantly being attacked at all times, and the patterns on its surface had also become brighter.

But in the end, he did not see the scene that Chen Fang wanted him to see. He frowned slightly, lightly rebuked, and did not hesitate to spew out a mouthful of blood as he shot into the Furnace Body.

Boom!

Upon coming into contact with the Blood Essence, the surrounding flames of the Dao Burning Furnace began to emit a muffled sound. It immediately went up one level as flames surged, causing the air to turn completely red under the reflection of the flames.

Not only that, even the purple veined patterns were moving. It looked more like little snakes dodging back and forth. The speed of its movement was so fast that it made people feel dazzled.

Time slowly passed, and very soon an entire hour had passed. Chen Fan's entire body was drenched in sweat, and facing the blazing fire, his body was on the verge of collapse.

Crap, there seems to be a problem with the Dao Burning Furnace. After struggling for such a long time, why is it that the god inside has yet to manifest?

Chen Fan frowned even more as he died, and so after so many accidents happened, he had prepared for them thousands of years ago, but never would he have thought that they would actually come out.

Gritting his teeth, he tried his best to keep the flames burning. He sank into deep thought, and personally made a move using his own Blood Essence. Under normal circumstances, Dao Burning Furnace should have opened up their internal gods …

The only explanation he could come up with was that someone had done something to the Dao Burning Furnace while he was in deep sleep.

However, it was not just Little Cao — he knew that his Master would be reborn, and on the contrary, he should set up more support methods.

It seems that there is someone who wants to target Qing Xuan Sect, but are they here for Little Cao, or are you planning to attack me?

The more Chen Fan thought about it, the angrier he became. To be able to seal a Dao Burning Furnace, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

His imprint in the world had disappeared for seven or eight thousand years, and Little Cao had passed away in meditation more than five thousand years ago.

Unreconciled, he tried another fifteen minutes. In the end, the only thing he could do was lament, because this body was still too weak compared to Chen Fan's.

There were many clever methods that he was powerless to use. Even the seal on the Dao Burning Furnace, he could not detect what kind of aura was in it.

With a dong sound, Chen Fan finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground. Fortunately, his anger had been mostly used up, and the flames were extinguished as well.

Waiting until all of the light rays converged, looking at the ordinary-looking and bumpy Dao Burning Furnace in front of him, Chen Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was useless to be so conflicted, even if he knew who had made the move, he still didn't have the power to go and demand an explanation from them.

Originally, with Chen Fan's current cultivation, it was not suitable for his to use large scale Dao Fire, so where would he get a Qi Disciple level 5 cultivator to start concocting pills immediately.

But he had to do it, and he could only do it. If he were to go to the Hua Ding Sect to propose, he would definitely need a Heavy Treasure in his hands to protect himself.

Although the other party's attitude was unclear, Chen Fan knew one thing.

It was a good thing that after the Dao Burning Furnace was summoned again, it could barely display some of its power. If Chen Fan was careful and did not court death, he should not have any big problems.

After a short rest, he regained his focus and recited the incantation in his heart. Then, the familiar Spirit Emblem appeared on his palm.