BTTH : Emperor Yang

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”Is the Dou Di Bloodline really that powerful?” Wei Ye frowned.

These Ancient Clans valued bloodlines to such an extreme degree that it was already hard for outsiders to make sense of it.

”The so-called Dou Di Bloodline isn’t necessarily the strongest. Everything I’ve achieved up to today has almost nothing to do with any Dou Di Bloodline. It was all earned by myself. And the Dou Di Bloodline in my body was only activated not long ago. My growth never relied on it.”

Xiao Yan chuckled, then pointed at Wei Yang, saying to the three little ones, ”He is widely acknowledged as the greatest prodigy of this era — a freak among freaks.

He doesn’t have even the slightest trace of Dou Di Bloodline. But even the most perfect, divine-grade Dou Di Bloodline would pale in comparison to him.”

”So, Dou Di Bloodlines are nowhere near as invincible or powerful as you imagine. What’s strong is always the person, not the bloodline!”

”Indeed, strength lies in people, not in bloodlines! And the talent you three little ones possess isn’t inferior to any Dou Di Bloodline — if anything, it surpasses it.” Yao Lao clapped once, fully agreeing.

”Mm.” The three little ones nodded vigorously, eyes full of confidence.

”In the future, we’ll definitely be stronger than those Dou Di Bloodline guys!” Wei Shuo shouted while waving her tiny fists.

The three old ones were speechless.

Wei Yang shot his daughter a glare and chided, ”You really do run with it the moment someone praises you.”

”Hmph.”

Wei Shuo lifted her chin proudly and let out a snort. Wei Ye quickly tugged his sister’s hand, telling her to behave and stop interrupting.

”Alright, enough about that. The Eight Ancient Clans are rarely known even in Central Plains, living above worldly matters. They hardly ever interact with outside forces.

You three are still young —you won’t be coming into contact with them anytime soon. So it’s enough just to hear about them a bit and have a rough idea.” Yao Lao waved his hand, ending the topic.

”As for the force that possesses the most Heaven Flames on this continent aside from us, that would be one of the Eight Ancient Clans — the Yan Clan.”

After thinking for a moment, Yao Lao continued, ”From what I know, the Yan Clan holds four Heaven Flames. Among them, two are ranked in the top ten.”

”They actually have four Heaven Flames?” Xiao Yan was truly shocked.

This was his first time hearing of a power that possessed so many different Heaven Flames. But on second thought, it wasn’t unreasonable. After all, their clan was literally called the Yan Clan. Just from the name alone, you could tell they specialized in fire.

Being one of the Eight Ancient Clans with countless years of heritage, possessing four Heaven Flames wasn’t exaggerated. Compared to the Yan Clan, it was actually Falling Star Pavilion that was the real absurd one.

Just how many different Heaven Flames had they collected by now?

Even Wei Shuo — a little girl only a few years old — already carried a Yin-Yang Twin Flame.

”Besides the Yan Clan, the Yao Clan also has two Heaven Flames. Their clan specializes in ancient alchemy, and they have many high-level alchemists. You’ll likely run into them sooner or later, and when that time comes, you’ll get to see for yourselves.”

”Of course, with your current alchemy skills, I doubt any member of the Yao Clan’s younger generation can compare to the two of you.” Yao Lao finished with a smile. In his eyes, faint anticipation flickered.

Clearly, he very much wanted to see the day when his two disciples utterly crushed not only the younger generation of the Yao Clan but even many of the older generation. What kind of expression would those Yao clansmen make?

That day... might not be far off. Bloodline? Heh.

”Xiao Yan, don’t go thinking about trying to snatch the Heaven Flames of those two clans. Those are their inherited flames — their lifeblood.”

Yao Lao reminded him, ”For now, we can’t afford to provoke them.”

”Don’t worry, Master. I know.” Xiao Yan smiled bitterly.

He wasn’t that crazy. The Yao Clan and Yan Clan were part of the Eight Ancient Clans; their strength definitely wouldn’t be weak. He didn’t have the guts to set his sights on them.

Right now, just dealing with the Hun Clan alone was enough to give Falling Star Pavilion a headache. After a brief time together, the three master and disciples once again returned to their respective busy routines.

One month later, a vast nine-colored thundercloud suddenly appeared above Falling Star Pavilion. Seeing this scene, many people instantly realized that Yao Lao was refining a pill. Indeed, Yao Lao was personally refining a Bodhisattva Pill for Xiao Yan.

As the nine-colored lightning clouds gathered and churned, a giant black devil bear suddenly shot upward from below, charging straight into the nine-colored thundercloud, bathing in lightning and opening its massive maw to devour wildly.

Half an hour later, the nine-colored thundercloud finally dissipated, seemingly reluctant to leave.

The nine-colored Tier 8 Bodhisattva Pill was complete!

Of course, with Yao Lao’s current strength, personally refining a mere nine-colored, Tier 8 pill naturally held no risk of failure. Soon after, Wei Yang also stepped forward and refined a nine-colored Bodhisattva Pill.

One month later, he succeeded as well.

Incidentally, this was the first time Wei Yang had ever personally refined a pill of the nine-colored Tier 8. However, with his soul realm, his strength, his experience in alchemy — achieving nine-colored refinement wasn’t anything particularly surprising.

On the contrary, failure would’ve been the strange part.

After all, with his late-stage Heaven Realm soul realm, if he couldn’t even successfully refine a Tier 8 pill that would truly be disgraceful. With Wei Yang’s success, it meant that in the domain of Tier 8 pills, he could now officially declare that he had reached the absolute peak.

Next, he would have to consider facing the formidable challenge of the Tier 9. At the same time, it was undeniably a massive threshold. Inside the spacious secret chamber...

The lighting was dim, as though he were immersed in a domain shrouded beneath endless black radiance. Even the many pieces of Moonlight Stone embedded in the walls — their gentle glow was instantly devoured the moment it appeared, swallowed completely by the darkness.

It felt as though no light could escape this domain.

Wei Yang sat cross-legged on a stone bed. In front of him hovered a crimson medicine cauldron. Within it, black flames roared. Inside the black flames, one could vaguely make out a speck of emerald light, being tempered under the intense heat.

Waves of scorching air slowly spread outward, filling every inch of the chamber, making it feel like he was seated inside a furnace. Wei Yang’s eyelids were half-open. He only spared a sliver of mind to control the temperature within the cauldron — the rest of his focus was elsewhere.

At this moment, he was holding a crystal-clear, exquisitely crafted jade box. Someone knowledgeable would immediately recognize that the box itself was highly valuable. The item contained within... was unquestionably priceless.

Wei Yang stared at the jade box, the corners of his lips curved slightly, a faint sense of achievement hidden in his expression. He flicked his finger lightly, opening the lid. Inside the jade box was an adorably small squirrel, its entire body a bright jade-green.

The little squirrel curled up tightly in a corner of the box, its round, intelligent eyes looking up pitifully — with fear, but also a hint of ingratiation — at the terrifying human who had created it with his own hands.

A rich medicinal fragrance radiated from the little green squirrel’s body. Just a single whiff could make one’s heart relax and spirit drift, as though the soul itself were being intoxicated.

”Nine-colored Tier 8 pill — a Bodhisattva Pill.” Wei Yang smiled softly as he spoke.

This was the first nine-colored Tier 8 pill he had ever successfully refined. It was a Bodhisattva Pill — an extremely rare variety.

It was truly worth celebrating.

If this Bodhisattva Pill were taken outside for trade, it would undoubtedly cause an uproar of unknown magnitude. Countless peak Dou Zun experts would turn red-eyed over it — and even if they had to sell everything they owned, they would still fight to bid for it.

”From this day on, I am a genuine peak Tier 8 alchemist.”

Wei Yang couldn’t help letting out a sigh. His eyes grew a little distant. By his calculation, he had already been in this world for nearly thirty years.

From the helpless six-year-old child who first arrived, he had walked step by step to where he stood today. In the blink of an eye, he had become a peak One-Star Dou Sheng — and a peak Tier 8 alchemy master on top of that.

He now stood firmly among the top echelon of the entire continent.

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