Chapter 7

The sound rolled and shook the world.

Yang Qifeng was furious. Anyone who heard someone say the first thing to them was that they were going to die, and curse them, would find it unbearable.

Angry as he was, Yang Qifeng still maintained his composure and did not rush forward to fight to the death.

That cold iron was too strange. Not only could it freeze flames, but there was also a large creature hidden within it.

"Little guy, don't run. What I said is true. You really are about to die," the voice from above grew louder. Yang Qifeng had already descended several layers of the Flame World, flapping his wings and moving quickly, but the voice still clearly reached his ears.

This made Yang Qifeng realize that the large creature inside the cold iron was far more powerful than himself.

However, Yang Qifeng was not worried. Although the creature was strong, the owner of the alchemy furnace was even stronger. From the moment the cold iron was thrown in, he knew it was destined to be refined.

"Little guy, why don't you believe me? I, the Cyan Blue Demon God, never lie. I am a well-known honest demon," the voice chattered incessantly, constantly ringing in Yang Qifeng's ears.

This made Yang Qifeng highly alert. After the influence of his previous life, he knew that many words had to be taken in reverse. The more someone claimed to be honest, the more cunning they were, and the less reliable their words were.

Yang Qifeng remained unmoved, hiding in a flame, far away from the range of the cold iron. He was extremely wary of the owner of the voice. Knowing about soul-snatching and rebirth, Yang Qifeng preferred not to provoke trouble.

"Little guy, why don't you say something?"

"Little guy, it seems you don't believe me. Then I'll explain it to you properly. After all, I, the Cyan Blue, am an honest demon."

"Little guy, have you been feeling sleepy lately? You often fall asleep without realizing it," the incessant words came from above. Yang Qifeng, who had been indifferent, felt a chill inside and became highly alert. What a powerful creature, seeing through his true situation at a glance and trying to lure him into a trap.

What is the most powerful deception in the world? It is to make the situation seem real. The highest level of lying is nine parts truth and one part lie, making it impossible to distinguish.

Yang Qifeng's expression did not hide anything from the Cyan Blue Demon God above, but the meaning behind it was somewhat misunderstood. The cautious look on Yang Qifeng's face was interpreted by the Cyan Blue Demon God as seriousness, thinking that his words had struck a chord with the other party. With a hint of joy in his voice, he continued, "Little guy, your condition is due to the Six Ding Divine Fire in your body."

"The Six Ding Divine Fire is one of the ten great flames in the world, extremely tyrannical. You were not burned to death by it but instead integrated it into yourself. This is your fortune, but the existence of the Six Ding Divine Fire also drags you down."

"Although the Six Ding Divine Fire does not attack you, its owner, how can you, who have not even condensed your divine soul, bear it? Your fate is already determined. You will be continuously roasted by the Six Ding Divine Fire, eventually falling into a deep sleep and dissipating your soul."

Yang Qifeng's expression was solemn. He had already noticed that something was wrong with his condition. The other party's words truly described his current state, but precisely because of this, Yang Qifeng was extremely worried. He could not tell which part of the words was false. After some thought, he did not doubt that the Six Ding Divine Fire was using his divine soul against him. The moment the name "Six Ding Divine Fire" was mentioned, Yang Qifeng had a clear understanding, just like knowing he was a fire crow. This could not be faked, and the words were likely all true, as the opening move to lure him into a trap must be honest.

"How do I condense my divine soul?" Yang Qifeng seized on the key words in the other party's tone and had to speak.

The other party was using an open strategy, walking a straightforward path. Knowing that the other party was luring him into a trap, Yang Qifeng still had to follow. His sleepiness had become increasingly prolonged, and he had long been worried that one day he might never wake up. The other party's words directly pointed out his weakness.

"I, the great god, roam the world and am a deity of the Heavenly Court. There are 3,600 methods to condense a divine soul. Any one of them can help you condense your divine soul. But why should I give it to you? We are not related," the voice above immediately became more elevated, the title rising from "I" to "this great god."

The words carried a strong implication of "come and beg me, beg me."

"Please, great god, grant me the method to condense my divine soul. I, the little demon, will be eternally grateful for your life-saving grace," Yang Qifeng immediately pleaded, his voice low and humble.

"Ah," the voice above was somewhat surprised, not expecting such a drastic change in Yang Qifeng. Just a moment ago, he was a righteous person, but the next second, he became a fawning wretch.

"Little demon, I bow and beg, please, great god, grant me the method!" Yang Qifeng continued to call out. After the influence of his previous life, for Yang Qifeng, face was never as important as practical benefits.

Yang Qifeng was neither a god nor an immortal, who could fight a life-and-death battle for the sake of face. He was not a martial artist, full of righteous blood, who could spill blood for a moment of anger.

In a world where propriety and music had collapsed and interests were paramount, it was extremely unlikely to cultivate a sage.

Surviving was the primary goal. In novels, the main characters could be proud and fight the heavens and the earth, but that was just a novel. In reality, where did you get such pride?

"You, little guy, are quite interesting, smart and clever. I, the great god, will grant you the method to condense your divine soul. Listen carefully, I will not repeat it," the voice above slowly recited a cultivation method. However, just as Yang Qifeng was engrossed, it suddenly paused. After a moment, the voice continued, "That's it. My voice is hoarse. Come to me, and I will directly impart the cultivation method to your mind."

"Please, great god, grant me the method. I, the little demon, beg," Yang Qifeng pleaded bitterly, but did not move.

"You, little guy, are so unreasonable. If you come to me, I will directly impart the method and share my insights with you," the large creature above became angry and scolded.

"My wings are broken, I can't fly up. Since the great god's voice is hoarse, I can wait," Yang Qifeng lifted his bowed head, lazily lying in the flames, closing his eyes, and said weakly.

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