A cool breeze swept across the sky, rousing Lan Yanran from her dazed, spellbound state. As she regained her composure, she instinctively raised her jade hands, reaching out to grasp the blazing light-sword descending toward her—almost as if by reflex. Yet, with her current strength, managing to summon the peak of the wind's power was already a great effort; to command it as if it were an extension of her own arm was utterly impossible. Thus, she could only watch in helpless awe as the long sword, bearing the weight of overwhelming pressure, descended like a blazing sun, crashing down upon Xiao Yan on the plaza. It was precisely because of these somewhat complex emotions that Nalan Yanran, during her conversations with him, abandoned her usual calm and gentle tone—almost the first time in many years that she had done so with a man other than an elder or relative. Although her contact with the "Stone Hawk" had not been particularly long, Xiao Yan had used this identity with unrestrained flair, fully showcasing his consistently impressive abilities that left everyone in awe. Holding the unique fire, he treated a searing toxin even the renowned Dan King Guo He could not manage. He participated in the Alchemist's Grand Assembly, stood out among the outstanding alchemists from across the land, and ultimately, in a moment of crisis, single-handedly turned the tide, creating miracles that restored honor to the Imperial Alchemist's Guild—reclaiming a title that was on the verge of being lost. These stirring feats, which stirred the hearts of countless young women, inspired many to fall deeply in love. Even Lan Yanran, a woman of exceptional caliber, could not help but feel overwhelmed by the brilliance. Who among women hasn't dreamed of seeing her beloved celebrated by the crowd? Indeed, heroes love beauty, but beauty equally loves heroes. The act of "Rock Eagle" preserving the honor of the Ga Ma Empire's Herbalist Guild, though perhaps not his original intention, was truly heroic in the eyes of the Ga Ma people. No matter how composed or dignified Lan Yanran might be, she was still a woman. And at that moment, when the young man stood under the thunderous applause of the crowd, he was undeniably the most captivating figure of all. Above his hands, the azure and purple flames rose steadily. The pressure coming from the sky pressed his garments tightly against Xiao Yan’s skin, the purple flames flickering gently, while the azure flame swayed in the wind, undiminished. He raised his hands level, then slowly brought them closer, as if sensing the imminent collision. Suddenly, both streams of flame surged with intense vibrations—flames leaped wildly, and the temperature intensified rapidly. “What is he trying to do?” The elders on the great tree, including Famu Guhe, stared at Xiao Yan’s unusual movements, their faces filled with bewilderment. “Doesn’t he want to blend these two types of flames together?” As a sixth-rank alchemist, Guhe immediately grasped Xiao Yan’s intention after a brief thought. He looked utterly astonished: “Has he gone mad? Can he possibly merge two distinct flames without being overwhelmed by their counteraction?” As a sixth-rank alchemist, Guo He naturally understood the resistance and incompatibility between different types of flames. To successfully blend two such flames together was an almost unimaginable feat—something even Guo He himself wasn't entirely certain he possessed. Of course, he had never attempted it, since not everyone in the world shared Xiao Yan's relentless determination to face danger head-on. For alchemists, the counterattack from flames was the most terrifying phenomenon. Fa Ma and Jia Xing Tian exchanged glances; though their brows carried some doubt, they were reassured by the miracle Xiao Yan had created during the Alchemist's Assembly. With that precedent, they realized they should not underestimate this young man, whose unique qualities seemed to make miracles not just possible, but abundant. "Shall we proceed with that?" observing Xiao Yan's movements, Hai Bo Dong slightly raised an eyebrow, his feet growing increasingly uneasy. Though he knew such a fusion posed no real threat to him, the massive explosion from their previous fusion—nearly killing several people—had left a lasting psychological impression. Ever since, whenever Xiao Yan attempted a fusion involving fire, Hai Bo Dong found himself instinctively drawn away. Fortunately, this time he managed to remain composed, suppressing the increasingly rapid rhythm of his breathing and maintaining steady focus on the scene. The deep purple and cyan flames were drawing closer, sending out powerful waves of energy that surged forth in waves. Occasionally, flames would leap out and collide, producing thunderous booms that sent the entire audience momentarily stunned. Gazing calmly at the changes of the two flames, Xiao Yan paused for a moment before suddenly slamming his hands down with great force. "Boom! Boom!" The two flames were forcefully pressed together, emitting a series of deep, resonant thunder-like sounds that continuously radiated from Xiao Yan's palms. Yet he paid no attention, merely gently rubbing his hands, allowing his spiritual energy to surge out at lightning speed and envelop the two flames. Drawing upon his prior experience, he skillfully controlled them with ease. As Xiao Yan's hands moved faster and faster, a faint glow began to radiate from his palms, following the thunderous sounds. Eventually, the thunder ceased abruptly. Xiao Yan exhaled softly, gradually loosening his palms. The emerald and violet light within his palms suddenly intensified dramatically. As this brilliant radiance gradually dimmed, the audience quickly turned their gaze, only to be stunned by the slowly rotating, shimmering lotus of emerald and violet flame floating above Xiao Yan's palms. "This...?" Guo He stared in astonishment at the two flames of fire lilies in Xiao Yan's hands, his mouth slightly open as the soul energy spreading across the entire plaza swept over the flower. His eyes then narrowed suddenly. "Such a powerful, turbulent energy... merging the unique fire with other flames, leveraging their inherent opposition to generate an immense explosive force—this person has actually achieved this feat..." As a sixth-rank alchemist, Guo He knew that combining two types of flames could produce tremendous energy. However, to successfully merge them and then command them to explode precisely, one had to maintain a delicate balance between the two flames. This balance was extremely difficult to achieve. Once either flame disrupted that equilibrium, the two would explode before being launched—leaving the person unharmed, yet severely injured themselves, a situation that was clearly counterproductive. Guo He didn't know whether his own abilities could perfectly blend the two flames, as he had never attempted such a feat before. Yet, based on his years of experience, he believed the difficulty of such a fusion should be no less than that of crafting fourth- or fifth-rank pills. Still, the young man below seemed remarkably composed, managing to smoothly navigate this extremely perilous fusion—how could he not be astonished? "You lost to him, and that's fair," sighed Guo He, turning to Liu Ling. Liu Ling nodded seriously, though his perception wasn't as refined as Guo He's, he could still vaguely sense the immense energy contained within that small, palm-sized bi-colored lotus of flame. "Actually, it's hard to say who will win this match," Guo He murmured, shaking his head. "What exactly did he produce?" "On the stone platform, Yun Ling furrowed his brows, expressing doubt as he observed the jade-purple lotus hovering in Xiao Yan's hands. 'I don't know...' several elders beside him exchanged glances, all looking puzzled and shaking their heads. With his brows still tightly knit, Yun Ling slowly ran his hand over his beard, yet an unexpected sense of unease had begun to rise within him. Everyone's attention was focused on Xiao Yan's palm. Though they didn't fully understand the power of the jade-purple lotus, the young disciples of Yunlan Sect seemed to sense something. Several disciples near the battlefield had already begun thickening the protective layers on their bodies. 'Such a strong energy... Ah, this young man is becoming increasingly enigmatic—his hidden reserves are truly endless.'" Hua Ma's gaze shifted from the floating emerald-purple lotus and met that of Jia Xing Tian, both of them shaking their heads in silent sympathy. Since they first met this individual, they had repeatedly felt awestruck in the presence of Xiao Yan. As Hua Ma's hands slowly moved up and down, the floating lotus rose and tilted in response, the intense, searing sword-like pressure exerted almost causing Xiao Yan to lean slightly to one side. With a subtle shift of his feet, Xiao Yan deflected the overwhelming force pressing down upon him, then took a deep breath, allowing his composure to settle before suddenly pressing his fingertip against the lotus with a soft, murmured voice: "Go, Buddha's Wrath—Lotus!" As the words fell, the emerald-purple lotus launched forth, transforming into a streak of light, like a meteor, swiftly rushing toward and meeting the blazing solar sword. Under the watchful eyes of countless tense gazes on the plaza, two streaks of light swiftly flashed across the sky, finally colliding with tremendous force—like a meteor impact—at a height of about ten meters above the ground. "Roar!" The thunderous sound resonated throughout the entire Yunlan Mountain at that moment!