Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1026 - 1024: Insult My Master, No Matter Who! Kill Without Mercy!

Chapter 1026: Chapter 1024: Insult My Master, No Matter Who! Kill Without Mercy!

"Nine Yang True Fire, arise!"

Ren Feifan’s palm shot out a flame that was extremely dazzling, and the tattoos on his arm flowed continuously, exuding a mysterious aura!

The emergence of the flame directly formed a strong surge in the magnetic field around Ren Feifan.

The surge lifted the Crystal Stone and suspended it directly above the furnace.

With a slight force of the Nine Yang True Fire, the Crystal Stone even showed some cracks!

The cracks spread continuously!

Countless Crystal Stone dust fell like petals scattered by a heavenly maiden.

Eventually, the Crystal Stone even began to rotate, reaching an extreme speed!

This kind of Crystal Stone, called the Thousand Soul Stone, was extremely hard on the surface and could not be pierced by ordinary strength, but it was very sensitive to flames.

Hence, it was used as a test!

To refine this stone, one must have extremely delicate control over flames!

But Ren Feifan had done it!

Everyone watched as the Thousand Soul Stone in front of Ren Feifan appeared to be constantly filled and struck by some force, and over time, the stone actually became smooth!

It seemed as if it were being constantly polished, becoming closer in shape to the object in Old Qu’s hand on the stage.

At that moment, a hushed silence suddenly fell over the crowd below.

Those who had been swearing were now speechless.

Although they were laymen and couldn’t see how Ren Feifan was doing it, the changes in the Crystal Stone could not deceive them!

Ren Feifan was even more powerful than the other Artifact Refiners around him! The shape of the Thousand Soul Stone had changed!

"Damn, what’s the background of that guy with number one hundred? Look at those flames, it’s like he’s controlling them!"

"Indeed, but wait, why do I feel that number one hundred and Master Duan with number one have a similar aura?"

One of the people who had previously been the loudest in cursing stroked his chin with a puzzled expression.

"It’s not just similar, it’s the same aura, no, wait, look now, this young fellow’s aura is actually stronger than Master Duan’s? The dust from the Thousand Soul Stones also seems different."

"That’s true!"

"Oh no, the Crystal Stone in the hands of number one hundred seems to have taken on that shape!"

"Is this guy really Ying Wanling’s disciple? Then Ying Wanling is...?"

All were filled with suspicion and shock in their hearts.

...

Elder Qiu had not been paying attention to the changes happening with Ren Feifan, as he was fully focused on refining the Crystal Stone in his hands.

The Crystal Stone was already taking shape and wouldn’t take long to return to its original form.

But the incessant noise from the surroundings knitted his brows tightly together.

Could it be that the kid behind him had run into some trouble again?

Subconsciously, he expanded his Spiritual Sense, quickly discovering the situation on Ren Feifan’s side.

But soon, his whole body stiffened!

Because the Crystal Stone in front of the kid was bizarrely changing its shape!

Its curvature was even more perfect than his own!

How could this be!

His eyes widened in astonishment, almost causing him to jostle the Crystal Stone he was refining out of place! He quickly used his True Qi to control the flames inside the Forging Furnace!

"This brat wasn’t supposed to know Artifact Refining, so how could this be! And what’s with the flames in his hands? Could it be the legendary Spiritual Fire? How could this kid have Spiritual Fire? It can’t be!"

Wave after wave of shock surged through Elder Qiu’s heart, but at that moment, he couldn’t dwell on it any longer. He had to retract his Spiritual Sense and cover the Crystal Stone in his hands with his entire will! Flames surged!

Above the stands of the Sword Forging Square.

Qu Zhonghe had initially been focused on Duan Qintian, number one, as he always believed that Duan Qintian was the most likely to win the championship in this Sword Forging Competition!

But for some reason, he was drawn to the shouts coming from the crowd.

He was curious as to why so many people were targeting number one hundred.

With his curiosity piqued, his gaze fell on the young man with the number one hundred!

Everyone had assumed that contestant number one hundred had closed his eyes, ready to give up, but to everyone’s surprise, he opened them and burst forth with an immensely powerful aura!

And what shot out from the palm of his hand was actually Spiritual Fire!

Spiritual Fire that was rarely seen in a century!

Others might not recognize it, but he certainly did!

Because it was the very same Spiritual Fire that had allowed him to ascend to the rank of a sixth-grade Artifact Refiner!

But it was also this very same Spiritual Fire that had led him to his current state!

It was both his making and his undoing!

Everyone thought he was just crippled in one arm, but no one knew that the reason he had been unable to return to the rank of sixth-grade was because his Spiritual Fire had been stolen!

The main objective of those people who had attacked him was the Spiritual Fire deep within his Dantian!

A look of surprise appeared on his usually impassive face for the first time.

"What’s the background of this number one hundred? Someone from an ordinary Martial Arts sect? Or from the Hidden Gate?"

Qu Zhonghe looked at a person standing beside him and asked.

The person beside Old Qu hemmed and hawed without saying much.

"Old Qu, he... he is... "

Qu Zhonghe frowned and said in displeasure, "What can’t you say! If you keep hemming and hawing, you don’t need to stay at Hidden Sword Villa anymore!"

The man, sweating profusely from fear, quickly said, "Old Qu might not be aware, but a major event recently occurred at Hidden Sword Villa!"

"What happened?"

"Old Qu, Ying Wanling has returned," the man said, lifting his head cautiously.

"What!"

Qu Zhonghe grew increasingly astonished in his heart; if he had not saved this person back then, he certainly wouldn’t remember events from several decades ago.

But why has Ying Wanling come back now?

"Let me ask you, what does Ying Wanling’s return have to do with this young man? Could it be that this young man is Ying Wanling’s son? That’s not right either, this kid’s name is Ren Feifan... "

Qu Zhonghe scrunched his brows together, the wrinkles on his face appearing somewhat ferocious as he showed his old age.

"To report to Old Qu, he is Ying Wanling’s disciple."

"Disciple?"

Qu Zhonghe would never believe this news, not even if he was beaten to death; how could someone with Spiritual Fire possibly be Ying Wanling’s disciple!

He was very clear that anyone who possessed Spiritual Fire had a tremendous likelihood of advancing to the rank of a sixth-grade Artifact Refiner!

He knew about Ying Wanling’s level of Artifact Refining, and even if there had been some fortuitous encounters over the years, it was unlikely; while Ying Wanling had talent in martial arts, it was simply not possible for him in artifact refining.

Therefore, leaving Hidden Sword Villa might have been a good choice for him.

Now Ying Wanling had come back with a disciple?

And such an exceptionally talented disciple at that!

Was Hidden Sword Villa about to undergo a huge change?

...

At that moment, Ren Feifan seemed to have fused with the Nine Yang True Fire; the Sword Spirit in the mysterious space was also instructing Ren Feifan on how to control the flames.

Five minutes later, the Crystal Stone controlled by Ren Feifan was almost identical to the one in Qu Zhonghe’s hands!

"Nine Yang True Fire, retract!"

As he bent his knees, the flames in his hand danced around Ren Feifan’s body as if alive!

Suddenly, his body burst forth, somersaulting through the air, the flames undulating like a great dragon before finally crashing into Ren Feifan’s Dantian!

The spherical Crystal Stone also softly landed on the Jade Plate!

Ren Feifan gently patted the flames on his palm and slowly rose to his feet.

His eyes were pitch black, yet they radiated a sense of calmness.

He looked down at the crowd below, a sea of faces, and after a long while, his eyes changed, suddenly turning bitterly cold as he said:

"Mock me if you will, but insult my master again, and no matter who you are, you shall be shown no mercy!"