The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1308: Emperor Flame’s Divine Cauldron

The Flame Emperor Palace had not welcomed so many visitors in a long time.

Because of Long Fei, over ten thousand disciples found a safe path and climbed their way upwards together.

The crowd was both startled and delighted; after all, just moments ago, only sect geniuses and the Saintess were capable of reaching the summit.

With the oppressive killing aura blanketing the skies, flying was utterly impossible.

The only option was to cling tightly to the ground and arduously scale the mountain.

A mere three to five meters above the ground was filled with choking murderous air and thick smoke billowing from underground.

Even though everyone was prepared, upon reaching the top, they were still shocked by the sight before them.

The mountaintop resembled a sea of fire—cracked ground, rolling smoke, flames surging everywhere.

Palatial structures stood amidst the blaze, engulfed in flames.

It was unclear what material they were made of; though they appeared wooden, they were entirely impervious to the burning fire.

Wang Jie, leading Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya, found a large palace to perch upon.

Beneath them, the relentless flames surged upwards, and the scorching heat had reddened their skin, making it utterly impossible to step directly onto the ground.

Long Fei was unsurprised—he had already predicted this scenario while still at the foot of the mountain.

Back then, during its clash with the Demon Race, the Flame Emperor Palace had perished in mutual destruction, transforming the entire mountain into an alchemy furnace.

The mountain’s summit served as the furnace’s chimney; unsurprisingly, it was unbearably hot.

Someone, intrigued by the golden glimmers inside the palace, braved the fire and activated a magical treasure to shield themselves, diving directly into the blaze toward the palace.

However, he had barely taken two steps before letting out a blood-curdling scream.

The magical treasure protecting him exploded due to the ferocious heat and flames, shattering violently above his head.

Engulfed by the firestorm, he was reduced to ashes within mere moments.

A golden light flashed, leaving only his Nascent Soul to escape, hastily darting down the mountain.

The crowd erupted in chaos—they had assumed treasures awaited within the palace but had instead stumbled upon a deadly trap.

Someone shouted, "Retrieving magical treasures here requires an indestructible Vajra-like physique!"

"It’s a trap! Whoever wants to jump in, go ahead. I’m done playing this game!"

"Keeping your life intact comes first—leave the treasure fight to the geniuses!"

"..."

As they were discussing, thunderous rumblings suddenly erupted from the central area atop the mountain. freёnovelkiss-com

The crowd turned their gaze, only to see blazing flames erupting fiercely into the sky, rolling outward in all directions.

Long Fei squinted his eyes and hurriedly summoned the Ice Soul Gourd, enveloping himself, Wang Xiaoya, and Wang Jie in an ocean of frost to shield them.

The searing flame expanded outward, forming a fiery elemental storm that roared and swept across the surroundings.

The disciples in the outer periphery were caught by the blaze; their bodies exploded instantly, leaving no time for defense.

The quick-reacting ones summoned their magical treasures.

But their treasures were also obliterated alongside their bodies, swept away like mere specks by the unyielding firestorm.

"What’s happening?"

The crowd screamed in panic.

Beneath them, the ground trembled, and in the center, golden light gleamed—a massive three-legged cauldron, tens of thousands of meters in diameter and adorned with carvings of flora, fauna, mountain ranges, and streams etched with mystic patterns, suddenly shot up from the ground, soaring over ten meters into the air.

The scorching heat beneath it surged, propelling the colossal cauldron to hover midair like a weighty, ominous storm cloud.

Under its shadow, humans appeared as insignificant as ants.

Wang Jie and Wang Xiaoya stared in stunned amazement, blurting out, "Such a massive cauldron!"

"An alchemy furnace fit for Immortals?"

Wang Xiaoya smacked her lips in astonishment, feeling that the Shennong Cauldron from her Alchemy Cauldron Sect seemed utterly insignificant in comparison to this majestic furnace.

Above the cauldron, searing heat billowed continuously.

A white, fragrant medicinal aroma spread rapidly, suffusing the area and filling nearby cultivators with clarity and energy, as though their entire bloodlines were being invigorated, their bodies seemingly ready to ascend.

Flashes of white light darted through the air—several figures leaped from the flames below, landing atop the mighty cauldron.

The clash of metal rang out, followed by the sounds of skirmishes and combat.

On the cauldron’s surface, people armed with weapons were already locked in heated battles.

Long Fei focused his gaze and recognized two figures amidst the fray—Chu Feng and Murong Chong, whom they had been searching for.

Surrounded by a group of extraterritorial cultivators, the pair faced a chaotic onslaught of flying magical treasures, all vying for control of this prized cauldron.

Wang Jie cried out in excitement, "It’s second brother and the others!"

"Courting death! Who dares bully my brothers!"

Long Fei bellowed, and with Wang Jie and Wang Xiaoya in tow, stepped into a streak of white light, descending fiercely onto the furnace’s surface.

Long Fei zeroed in on one figure and launched a heavy kick.

The man, draped in black robes and wielding a white bone sword while carrying a black long banner behind his back, was none other than Ying Wuque from Netherworld Star.

Engaged in an intense duel with Chu Feng, Ying Wuque hadn’t anticipated Long Fei’s sudden appearance.

Utilizing Spatial Law to traverse unpredictably, Long Fei struck, giving Ying Wuque no chance to dodge before his head took the brunt of a brutal kick.

With a resounding crash, Ying Wuque was sent plummeting from the cauldron.

The surprise attack startled the surrounding combatants, prompting them to retreat momentarily.

The cauldron’s surface was vast, and something was actively being refined inside it, causing the furnace’s lid to emit scorching heat akin to a fiery red-hot iron plate.

The extraterritorial cultivators hovered slightly above the cauldron’s surface, employing secret treasures to shield their bodies from the relentless fire elemental force.

Chu Feng and Murong Chong, bloodied from head to toe, took the appearance of Long Fei and his companions lightly, grinning even in their dire situation. "You sure took your sweet time, didn’t you?"

Wang Xiaoya exclaimed in concern, "You’re injured!"

She immediately retrieved pills, handing each of them a Fifth-Grade Healing Pill.

The Alchemy Cauldron Sect’s deep reserves ensured Wang Xiaoya carried an ample supply of potent pills.

The two men accepted without hesitation, downing the pills and then laughing cheerfully. "We’ve been fighting these bastards so fiercely, we haven’t even had time to take any meds!"

Among the extraterritorial cultivators stood the Divine King Star’s Feng Chii, Demon King Star’s Yuan Wudao, Feather King Star’s Crane Cry, Aurelius’s Jin Jiu, and Netherworld Star’s Ying Wuque, who climbed back up with a bruised, crimson face, encircling Long Fei and his group.

Just yesterday, Chu Feng and Murong Chong had followed them to this location.

During the auction of the "Flame Emperor’s Banquet Painting," no one had paid much attention at first.

It wasn’t merely an ancient artwork—it was also a map.

The extraterritorial cultivators uncovered clues from it, taking a shortcut to reach this place.

Upon arriving, they discovered this colossal treasure cauldron, still refining precious medicines even after tens of thousands of years.

Without hesitation, Chu Feng and Murong Chong had engaged in battle with them.

Originally, the cauldron had been firmly rooted underground.

But just moments ago, the volcano beneath it erupted, propelling the cauldron high into the air.

Ying Wuque glared furiously at Long Fei, his eyes blazing as he cursed, "So, you’re that little bastard, Long Fei?"

"Netherworld Star—two of its geniuses slaughtered!"

Long Fei sneered, "Judging by your toady get-up, you must be one of Netherworld Star’s worthless trash?"

"Damn it! You’re still flaunting your arrogance?"

Wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, Ying Wuque’s face looked like a swollen pig’s head from Long Fei’s kick. He growled, veins bulging in anger.

Feather King Star’s Crane Cry scowled coldly at Long Fei. "Demon Chief, you’ve already fallen to the Nascent Soul Realm Early Stage. I advise you to take your companions and leave immediately. This cauldron belongs to us—challenge that, and you court death."

Aurelius’s Jin Jiu snorted, "Why waste words with him? Let’s attack!"

Jin Jiu summoned his Tiger Form Battle Armor from his storage ring.

In an instant, he transformed into a towering battle machine over ten meters tall, resembling a mechanized combat colossus. Armed with a massive longsword towering over a man’s height and two beam cannons mounted on his shoulders, he radiated menace and killing intent.

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