Chapter 62: Samadhi True Fire

"What? He actually blocked the Venomous Monarch's Ten Thousand Poisons physique head-on?! What kind of fire is this?!"

Chihuo's pupils shrank violently.

Although he was known as the Lesser Fire God, the fire Yang Qingyuan used was something he had never seen before.

This flame was unlike mortal fire, nor was it like the Pure-Quality Yang Flame that Dongfang Huaizhu had just used.

Yet, judging by its effect in countering the Ten Thousand Poisons physique, its power even surpassed the Pure-Quality Yang Flame, the divine fire for exterminating demons!

"Sister, this..."

Dongfang Qinlan's mouth also hung wide open.

For the longest time, she had taken immense pride in her family's Pure-Quality Yang Flame as the world's number one divine fire for exterminating demons.

Today, however, upon seeing the flames wielded by Yang Qingyuan, that pride was beginning to waver.

Behind her, Dongfang Huaizhu gave Yang Qingyuan a deep, lingering look.

She had never seen this fire before either; in fact, there was not a single record of it in the ancient texts of the One Qi Taoist Alliance!

"This fire... To think you were still hiding such a trick."

Wangquan Baye also looked at Yang Qingyuan ahead with a hint of astonishment.

"This fire seems to pack a punch no less than the legendary divine fire for exterminating demons. Even against the old monster Huandu's Ten Thousand Poisons physique, it's holding its own without losing ground," Lizhuo commented.

As an artifact refiner, his sensitivity to fire was vastly superior to everyone present, including Dongfang Huaizhu and Chihuo!

"Part of it is due to the fire itself, but another part is due to the formidable nature of his own spiritual power," Li Zizai nodded.

Yang Qingyuan said nothing. He simply circulated his spiritual power, ramping up the output of his flames.

This fire was known as the Samadhi True Fire, a brand-new divine ability Yang Qingyuan had acquired three years ago when his Eight-Nine Mysterious Art broke through to the third tier.

The Samadhi True Fire, also known as the Samadhi Divine Fire—Taoist practitioners generally believe that the heart is the monarch fire, also called the spiritual fire, named the upper samadhi.

The kidneys are the minister fire, also called the essence fire, named the middle samadhi.

The bladder, namely the sea of qi beneath the navel, is the civilian fire, named the lower samadhi.

When the three samadhis unite, it becomes the Samadhi True Fire.

Once unleashed, this fire burned everything, and ordinary mortal water could never extinguish it.

Legend had it that only the sweet dewwater in the Jade Pure Bottle of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva could quench it.

"What kind of fire is this?"

Below, Huandu Qingtian's brows furrowed deeply.

He could clearly sense that the demonic poison within the poisonous palm strike of his Ten Thousand Poisons physique was being rapidly incinerated.

Even the powers of heaven and earth that he had interwoven into his attack were being burned away bit by bit at this very moment.

The tyrannical and indomitable nature of this fire was even more formidable than the Pure-Quality Yang Flame used by that little girl just moments ago!

"With this fire of yours, it seems you didn't even need me to carve out a retreat path, did you?"

Holding the giant sword formed by the Myriad Swords Converging into One, Wangquan Baye looked at Yang Qingyuan in front of him with a teasing smirk.

"It's up to you. If you don't feel like fighting, I wouldn't mind taking over," Yang Qingyuan smiled faintly.

"If I don't make a move now, wouldn't all the spotlight be stolen by you alone?!"

As soon as those words fell, Wangquan Baye suddenly spun around, wielding the giant sword in his hands as he slashed fiercely toward the toxic miasma in the sky!

Clang!!!

Accompanied by a sword chime that shook the heavens and earth, the next instant, the sky previously enveloped by Huandu Qingtian's toxic miasma was instantly split open with a massive fissure.

"Whoa! This, this, this... The sky has been split open!!"

Dongfang Qinlan widened her eyes, her jaw dropping.

Chihuo and the other two beside her wore expressions of utter shock.

Did they forget to check the almanac before going out today?

How could monsters—beings rarely seen even once in a decade during ordinary times—be popping up like a bunch of weeds here in the Southern Kingdom today?

Compared to the two individuals before them, what right did they have to call themselves the leading figures of the younger generation of the Taoist Alliance?

"Third Brother, Fourth Brother, take them away first." Having done all this, Wangquan Baye instructed the Li brothers.

"Got it." Li Zizai nodded, his figure flashing as he arrived amidst Dongfang Huaizhu's group.

"So, Boss, what about the two of you?"

Lizhuo tilted his head, blinking at Wangquan Baye.

"It's not easy to run into the legendary Four Great Demonic Monarchs. To run away in a panic without even exchanging a couple of blows first feels like quite a regret. Wouldn't you say so, too?"

With that, Wangquan Baye cast his gaze toward Yang Qingyuan.

"Mm."

Yang Qingyuan nodded, not denying it.

"Hehe, hearing you two say that makes me suddenly feel a bit restless, too."

"Take the people out first. Leaving me and Qingyuan behind here is enough." Wangquan Baye shook his head.

Although Lizhuo had many tricks up his sleeve and possessed a bizarre array of magical artifacts, most of those items would be utterly useless against a demonic monarch like Huandu Qingtian.

"Alright, you guys be careful then."

Lizhuo shrugged helplessly, then cooperated with Li Zizai to reactivate the Thousand-Mile Position-Tracking Talisman.

Wangquan Baye's sword strike from earlier had already shattered the Venomous Monarch Huandu Qingtian's confinement over this realm of heaven and earth.

As long as spiritual Qi could be sensed, deploying the Thousand-Mile Position-Tracking Talisman would be completely unhindered!

"Oh, I almost forgot about this little sister over here!"

Just as Lizhuo reached out to grab Tushan Yaya, she nimbly stepped back and dodged out of the way.

"I'm not leaving! I want to stay too!"

"Stop messing around, little sister. This is no place for you to linger."

"Forget it. If she wants to stay, let her stay. You and Xiao Zui take the others to a safe place first." Yang Qingyuan shook his head.

"Ah, fine then. Thousand-Mile Tracking! Let's go!"

Accompanied by a sudden, dazzling flash of white light, the next second, Lizhuo and his group vanished instantly before Yang Qingyuan's eyes.

"Alright, now that everyone's finally gone, we can finally have an unrestricted, all-out battle."

As he spoke, Yang Qingyuan slowly removed the mask from his face.

"Qingyuan, you're taking off your mask again..."

Wangquan Baye sighed helplessly.

"It's fine. Nobody here knows us anyway."

"Why do they all call you Qingyuan? Aren't your name Yang Yitan? Is this some kind of codename you use in the organization?" Tushan Yaya looked at the two of them with some confusion.

"What codename? His name is—"

Wangquan Baye paused slightly.

Before he could react, Yang Qingyuan answered first, "Right, my codename in the outside world is True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao, Qingyuan for short."

"Huh?"

The corners of Wangquan Baye's mouth twitched.

This guy... Using Yang Yitan as a shield was becoming more and more practiced...

"True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao? What a weird name... As expected, my title as the Great Punishment Enforcer sounds much better!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Yang Qingyuan nodded, feeling a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"Have you two chatted enough? You really treat me like I don't exist..."

Below, Huandu Qingtian's gloomy voice slowly rang out.

Clearly, the series of actions Yang Qingyuan and the others had just taken had completely enraged the master of the Southern Kingdom.