The sudden burst of laughter immediately silenced the thunderous cheers that had just erupted. Countless students stared in astonishment at the large group of people suddenly appearing in the sky, utterly puzzled by the unfolding situation. "On the ground, Xiao Yan was startled upon hearing the name, then softly exclaimed in astonishment, his eyes constantly scanning the master of alchemy, whom he now considered his senior brother. Han Feng smiled gently, yet his gaze drifted toward the shattered tip of the Tianfen Qi Tower, his voice warm as he said, 'The Strange Fire is a rare wonder of the heavens and earth. Sealing it here like this seems rather cruel. As a pharmacist, flame is even a kind of faith within our hearts. Therefore, Han Feng would like to request the Grand Elder to release the Strange Fire—there's no need to treat it as a prisoner.' Upon hearing this, not only did Su Qian and the others' faces grow unusually strange, but even those behind him, the members of the Black Horn Domain, looked puzzled. For them, slaughter was a daily occurrence, let alone such a thing as imprisonment. And most importantly—what they were imprisoning wasn't even human; it was merely a mass of flame, though that flame possessed immense power." "What a ridiculous excuse! Do you think we at Gan Shan Academy are mere three-year-olds?" Hu Gàn sneered, raising his hand. With a gust of wind sweeping through the air, nearly twenty figures, each with dual wings of aura flowing from their backs, flashed into view, glaring steadily at the group of Han Feng. "If you wish to seize the Divine Flames, simply state it plainly. Your indirect approach falls far short of your stature." Su Qian swept his sleeve, his gaze briefly sweeping over the group of oddly dressed individuals behind Han Feng. His hand in his sleeve tightened slightly, and he murmured softly, "Heh, truly, you're no ordinary herbal master. You've managed to summon leaders from the Blood Sect, the Earth-Flame Sect, and the Eight Gates—such influence! In Black Angle Domain, I'd say you're the only one who commands this level of reach." "Heh, Elder Brother is indeed straightforward and to the point." Han Feng smiled slightly, then sighed, saying, "Since the Senior Elder has already guessed my intentions, I'd kindly ask for your favor. You must know how vital the Strange Flames are to our alchemists. As long as you hand them over to me, no matter what conditions you set, I will do my best to fulfill your requests." Su Qian's lips curled with a touch of scorn. With a wave of her robe, she mocked, "Do you really think I don't know what kind of person Han Feng is? If it were Master Yao, the Alchemist Sage, who said this, I might seriously consider it. But you, Han Feng—just go on refining your cultivation for another few decades. The Gan Nan Academy has stood strong on this Continent of Combat Qi for so many years—not by mere reputation." The gentle warmth in Han Feng's gaze gradually deepened into coldness. "If the Senior Elder is unwilling to hand them over, then I shall have no choice but to take them by force." As he spoke, a deep blue flame, flowing like liquid, surged forth from within him, radiating a steady, intense heat. "Unusual fire?" As the deep blue flame appeared, waves of astonishment rose across the sky, and with their keen eyes, the onlookers could instantly distinguish the nature of Han Feng's flame. On the ground, Xiāo Yīn's gaze fixed on the sky suddenly narrowed, and he took a quiet breath, murmuring, "This one... actually possesses unusual fire too!" As soon as he finished speaking, a subtle change came over his face—his fingers, where the black ring rested, suddenly grew intensely warm. Though he managed to suppress the burning sensation, he remained silent. When he first heard Han Feng's name, the black ring had grown hot due to the surge of Yàolǎo's spiritual energy. Now, however, the heat intensified even further. "Teacher..." Xiāo Yīn softly called in his mind. After a moment of silence, the elder's voice finally rose, slightly low and steady: "I'm fine, there's no need to worry. I never expected a disciple who had defied his teacher to achieve such a fortune." Xiao Yan gently stroked the dark-colored ring, murmuring to himself, "Rest assured, Master. I'll take care of the matter of clearing the house." "As long as you have this determination, you're not yet his match. He has been training far longer than you, and now he also possesses a unique fire. Therefore, for the time being, avoid direct conflict with him." The elder sighed. Xiao Yan nodded silently, knowing the elder's words were true—given his current abilities, both in strength and in the rank of alchemist, he still fell far short of his senior brother. "Though..." Suddenly, he furrowed his brows, speaking softly to himself, "Master, I recall that ordinary alchemists usually only possess one type of flame, don't they?" "Why does Han Feng, now possessing a unique flame, still come to compete for it?" As soon as Xiao Yan spoke, Yao Lao fell into silence. After a long pause, a low, hoarse voice finally emerged: "Because... he has also studied the 'Burned Decree'!" Xiao Yan's body stiffened instantly, his face filled with astonishment. "However, the 'Burned Decree' he has studied is merely a partial manuscript," Yao Lao's subsequent words brought a slight relief to Xiao Yan. "A partial manuscript? What does that mean?" "When he was still my disciple, he stole the 'Burned Decree' from me unexpectedly. When I discovered him studying it, he had only managed to grasp a small portion of the original techniques." As if recalling that memory, Yao Lao's voice was somewhat strained: "I did mention then that his talent in alchemy was no weaker than yours. After years of dedicated exploration, I believe he must have uncovered something of his own. Otherwise, he wouldn't be showing interest in a second unique flame." Xiao Yan nodded slightly, his gaze firmly fixed on the figure in the sky. He hadn't expected that the other had also studied the "Burn Decree"—though only the partial scroll. Yet it gave Xiao Yan a rather peculiar sensation: an undeniable determination to kill him. This feeling wasn't something he had consciously generated; rather, it was almost instinctual, deeply resonating within his mind and intensifying his sense of韩枫's murderous intent. Inhaling slowly, suppressing the rising surge of murderous intent within him, Xiao Yan swept his gaze over the two factions in the sky. His brows furrowed slightly. In terms of sheer numbers, it was undoubtedly the Cangnan Academy side that held the advantage. However, most of the Academy's forces were at the Battle King level, and beyond Hu Qiyan, there were no other Battle Emperors. On the other hand, numerous leaders from Han Feng's side were at the Battle Emperor level, and several additional strong warriors from various factions were at the Battle King level. Should the battle truly commence, it remained uncertain who would ultimately prevail. Staring at the deep blue flames rising from Han Feng's body, Su Qian shouted loudly. "Heh, Grand Elder, there's no need to intimidate me. You've been absent from the Chancellor's office for so many years—how do you know where he's gone?" Han Feng smiled, his gaze fixed warmly on the Sky-Burned Qi Tower. "Besides, as soon as I possess this unique flame, even if he comes looking for me later, who knows who will end up suffering?" "So, I'd like to gently urge Grand Elder to hand over the flame. You well know the nature of people in Black Angle Domain. Should a conflict actually break out, wouldn't the Inner Court be completely destroyed?" Han Feng said with a smile that held a quiet sense of authority, his voice carrying a subtle tone of threat. Taking a deep breath, Su Qian's face turned iron gray. His palms slowly emerged from his sleeves, gently clasping them, and at that moment, the very space around them trembled violently. "It's been many years since I last engaged in combat. Today, I shall assess whether you have the right to speak these words!" "All senior elders, listen closely—guard the Unique Flame at all costs!" Su Qian suddenly roared, his voice echoing like thunder across the heavens. "Guard the Unique Flame!" Every powerful figure from the academy responded in unison, their voices sharp and resolute, and instantly, a powerful surge of martial aura poured into the sky. "You may be stubborn and formidable as a Du-Zong, yet you are not truly invincible. Within my Black Angle Domain, there are still those who can match you!" Feeling the overwhelming pressure radiating from Su Qian's body, Han Feng stepped back slightly, then emitted a cold laugh before turning and bowing respectfully. "Master Jin-Yin, please step forward!" "Ha ha, Han Feng, do you know the cost of bringing us in? I hope you can finally pay it off—otherwise..." As Han Feng finished speaking, two loud bursts of laughter suddenly erupted, followed by a ripple in the space. Suddenly, two figures—golden and silver—materialized like ghosts, floating gracefully in the sky. At the sight of the golden and silver figures appearing in the sky, Su Qian and the others' faces instantly grew pale, their voices cold and sharp, spilling out from between their teeth. "We never thought... even you would be summoned!"