Black Corner Region, Feng City. In just two years, Feng City has undergone a remarkable transformation. Thanks to Han Feng's establishment of the "Black Alliance" and the decision to set its headquarters here, the city has become well-known throughout the Black Corner Region. Today, in terms of both scale and vibrancy, Feng City far surpasses its state two years ago. At the heart of the city, on a vast expanse of land, stands an imposing manor whose majestic and commanding presence surpasses that of any other building in the city. Naturally, as the gathering place for the alliance's elite and Han Feng's residence, no one in the city dares to surpass it. Today, Han Feng has fully solidified his status as the dominant figure of the city. Under the strength of the Black Alliance, his position is as unshakable as a mountain. Across the entire Black Corner Region, no one dares to challenge him. Within the manor, in a particularly spacious hall, numerous figures sat gathered. Sitting at the highest seat, the foremost position, was none other than the current Grand Master of the "Black Alliance," Yan Huang Han Feng. Adjacent to Han Feng on either side were the two elder masters of the Black Corner Domain—the Gold and Silver Elders. Below them sat the chief leaders of various factions involved in the Black Alliance. Each of these leaders was a powerhouse—so strong that a mere step from them could shake the entire Black Corner Domain. Yet, in this setting, even these formidable figures could only serve as guests, seated in the secondary tier. It was clear how strictly the hierarchy within the "Black Alliance" was established. The atmosphere in the hall was slightly tense, and this tension stemmed entirely from the somewhat gloomy expression on Han Feng's face, seated at the head of the table. "Everyone..." Friction of his gaze slowly swept across the faces of the gathered guests, Han Feng said softly, "I'm sure you've all heard some news these past few days—that young man from the Inner Courtyard, Xiao Yan, is still alive." Though the "Black Alliance" is not a monolith, the death of Fan Lu has certainly stirred among them a sense of sympathy—like a rabbit dying while a fox mourns. Indeed, more profoundly, there is a growing sense of concern and unease. Back then, Xiao Yan nearly perished in the strange flames, and that incident, either directly or indirectly, involved them all. Now that this young man has unexpectedly survived, one would assume he won't easily overlook the past. His decisive victory over Fan Lu clearly indicates this. "Although I haven't known him for very long, I can already see that he is someone who holds grudges fiercely. All of you here were part of that original assault. I believe he won't let any of you off easily." Han Feng said, frowning slightly. "Fan Lu's strength ranks among the top ten across the entire Black Throat Region. Yet he still fell to Xiao Yan's hands—this suggests that the young man has grown even stronger than he was two years ago." "I wonder: if he truly comes to seek vengeance, how many of you here will be able to escape safely?" Han Feng scanned the hall, his voice slightly somber. Everyone present exchanged glances, with only the so-called Gold and Silver Elders appearing composed. The rest furrowed their brows, their expressions less than confident. While perhaps a few of them held slightly stronger capabilities than Fan Lao, this still fell far short when compared to Xiao Yan's ability to defeat him. If they encountered Xiao Yan alone, whether or not they could escape would indeed be a pressing concern—after all, they were well aware of Fan Lao's tactics. Even if Fan Lao couldn't overpower his opponents, he had numerous escape options. Yet, even he had fallen at Xiao Yan's hands. How much more difficult would it be for them? After a brief pause, an elderly man dressed in gray robes smiled first at Han Feng. In such a chaotic place as Black Angle, one needed not only ruthlessness but also cunning to secure a place among the ranks—thus, the moment this old man spoke, he effectively tied the entire Black Alliance to his words. Upon hearing the gray-robed elder's remarks, the guests in the hall regained their composure and responded with warm smiles. Han Feng nodded gently, smiling in return: "Indeed, when the Black Alliance was founded, it was primarily to counter the retaliation from the Canaan Academy. And this very pursuit of vengeance has been a key part of that strategy." "I've already dispatched personnel to track down Xiao Yan's movements. As soon as we receive any news, we'll inform all of you—so that, rather than waiting for him to come to us, we can take the initiative ourselves." Han Feng spoke with a cheerful smile, though beneath it lay a subtle undercurrent of cold determination. Hearing this, the guests in the hall breathed a collective sigh of relief. Xiao Yan had always been a thorn in their side; if he could be removed, they wouldn't care about any reputational losses due to their numbers. In a place like Black Angular Domain, where concepts of fairness and impartiality had long been discarded into the gutter, such concerns were secondary. Observing the group who showed no objections, Han Feng's lips slightly curled, and a subtle, cunning smile flickered in his eyes. "Should we ultimately capture Xiao Yan, I would like to request that you hand him over to me for handling," he said. "In return, I will provide each of you with a satisfactory compensation." "Heard this, the guests in the hall hesitated slightly before nodding. They knew that Han Feng had long harbored great ambition regarding Xiao Yan's unique flames. Though the flames were exceptionally powerful and rare, few dared to fully absorb them—many were easily turned to ash by mere mishaps. While everyone deeply coveted the flames, none dared to truly touch them. Seeing the guests' affirmative nods, Han Feng understood their thoughts. Yet he did not speak out against it. Indeed, he greatly admired Xiao Yan's unique flames. However, what mattered most to him was the complete version of the 'Burned Decree' cultivation technique that Xiao Yan had mastered. As someone who had studied the incomplete scroll of the 'Burned Decree,' Han Feng was well aware of its formidable capabilities—once mastered, it enabled one to command multiple types of unique flames." One kind of hetero-fire allows him to stand a fair chance against a Daoist Conclave-level master at his peak Daoist Sovereign strength. Should he further refine and integrate several more, he would likely become unmatched across the continent. Though the fragmented "Burn Decree" scroll has been studied and refined over the years by Han Feng, merely mastering one "Ocean Heart Flame" already presents him with considerable difficulty. Should he absorb a second hetero-fire, the risk of being overwhelmed by its reverse effects would surely be substantial. On this point, Han Feng is more aware than anyone else. Thus, he harbors an intense, almost obsessive desire to possess the complete version of the "Burn Decree" technique. As long as he secures it from Xiao Yan, he may well gain the potential and qualification to rise to the pinnacle of the continent. Of course, the matter of "Burn and Decide" was so significant that Han Feng had never mentioned it to anyone. After all, this technique wasn't merely accessible to alchemists—anyone with a natural affinity for fire could qualify, and with time, they could refine and integrate the unique flames, achieving boundless potential. How could he casually reveal such a pivotal matter to others? Most people assumed he held萧炎 in such high regard solely because the latter possessed a unique flame. They didn't know that his true intention lay in the complete version of the "Burn and Decide" technique that Xiao Yan had mastered. As the gathering in the hall began to deliberate on their plan to capture Xiao Yan, the two elderly figures seated at the sides—quietly gazing off, as if half-asleep—suddenly opened their eyes, their expressions shifting, and fixed their gaze toward the southern horizon. At the very moment when the faces of the two elder masters, Jin and Yin, were shifting, Han Feng also sensed something, turning his gaze from the hall toward the southern sky where a large number of powerful presences were rapidly approaching. These presences he was not unfamiliar with—over the past two years, they had frequently come to bother him, only to be repelled each time, leaving him looking disheveled and defeated. "The old fellows from Canaan Academy are truly tenacious—each time they show up with great fanfare, they always end up fleeing in a huff. Yet, facing the laughter of the entire hall, Han Feng's brows gradually furrowed. Through some subtle sense of connection between the strange flames, he could vaguely detect a particularly familiar, intense warmth among the group. In fact, whenever he relied on the 'Sea-Heart Flame' to sense that familiar warmth, his swirling inner flames would momentarily hesitate—just as if encountering something profoundly daunting. Han Feng's expression grew steadily more serious, until a touch of astonishment crept in. Even the 'Sea-Heart Flame,' ranked fifteenth on the Strange Flame List, seemed so deeply wary—what kind of formidable presence was concealed within that intense warmth?"