I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan rarely loses control of himself; the more he suppresses it, the stronger the rebound.

He just doesn’t want that old man to see him immediately turn to adventure after just agreeing to something.

He feels his blood is burning, the power of his vital energy explodes in a manner never seen before, fiercer than ever.

But there is an even more intense force, forcibly suppressing and guiding the power of vital energy to merge with the Yang Energy inside him.

He wants to commence cultivation in a more gentle way, starting from the liver, yet it’s ultimately unsuccessful.

Finally, his cultivation culminates in an explosive force even more intense than the burst from Tuoba Martial God’s body.

The vital energy not only penetrates the internal organs but directly traverses the limbs and bones, the power itself is burning.

He has no Soul, all thoughts and all the Power erupting within him feedback directly to his body.

Wen Yan is enraged to the point of near insanity; waves of anger crash upon him, and now he just wants to dig out that damned Great Demon and beat it to death like a dead dog in front of the old man’s grave.

The old man was benevolent and exemplary throughout his life, his merits were notable, and he barely endured until dawn but didn’t enjoy the fruits of his labor for even two days.

Wen Yan was kind to others, without prejudice against different races, and barely managed to enjoy a few peaceful days.

Why can’t one have a good life?

If we can’t live well, then let’s cease to live at all.

Wen Yan has become a man of flame, with the fire on him increasingly tinged by a shade of blood-red, gradually escalating into a blinding scarlet.

At this moment, a flash of light from the north, exceeding the speed of sound, heads swiftly towards him.

It begins to decelerate upon nearing Yu State, eventually turning into a point of light and landing within the main courtyard of the Yu State Scorching Sun Department, transforming into a long sword.

From the sword, a glow flickers, and the silhouette of the Old Celestial Master emerges.

He steps out and sees Wen Yan standing in the courtyard, covered in flames yet controlling the fire as it soars into the sky, his expression softens, and he sighs lightly.

He pinches a Finger Print with his right hand and steps towards the flame.

Just as he extends his hand, about to touch the flame, Wen Yan retreats a step.

The Old Celestial Master is slightly startled, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Such a good boy, driven mad by anger, instinctively avoids others; even when he comes, Wen Yan avoids him for fear of burning him.

The Old Celestial Master doesn’t need to ask or understand the cause and effect; he already has a judgment in mind.

Anyone who angers Wen Yan to this extent, at least deserves to be burned to death.

”Calm down, this isn’t your normal self.”

The Old Celestial Master murmurs softly and takes another step forward. Though it seems he hasn’t moved, his left hand has already entered the flames.

The sound of sizzling is heard, with a large amount of white steam rising.

With one gentle tap on Wen Yan’s forehead, the Old Celestial Master’s finger, appearing completely unavoidable yet tremendously tender, like an innocent breeze, lightly touches.

His voice echoes in Wen Yan’s mind like a booming gong.

”True constancy responds to things; true constancy attains nature, constantly responsive and still, constantly clear and tranquil.”

Dragged back from the flames of fury, Wen Yan momentarily views everything from a third-party perspective.

He can sense his vital energy, Yang Energy, and cultivation all tainted by rage, merging into the power of vital energy, visible with the naked eye, and continuously fueled by the anger, growing stronger and stronger.

The Old Celestial Master teaches him how to control this power.

With a calm mind and determined intent, control becomes simple.

But in this state of clarity, Wen Yan merely senses briefly before plunging his consciousness back into the flames.

He’d rather feel this fury, let his consciousness blaze with it, than transform into a dispassionate, calm observer.

He fears prolonged observation might make him truly believe he’s merely an observer.

Because he is not the Old Celestial Master, he lacks such strong Control Force and perceptive awareness.

The Old Celestial Master withdraws his hand; it appears slightly scorched as if burned, with the charred marks slowly cracking, revealing the hand underneath.

The Old Celestial Master doesn’t push, each person has their own path.

Instead, he admires Wen Yan’s decisive choice to walk his own road, proof at least that Wen Yan is currently conscious.

The wind howls, whipping the Old Celestial Master’s robes, making them flutter audibly, as he stands and watches the flames on Wen Yan slowly retract.

As the fire recedes into Wen Yan’s body, the Old Celestial Master notices a burden on Wen Yan, unaffected by the fierce flames in the slightest.

”Greetings, Old Celestial Master, sorry for troubling you to come.” Wen Yan salutes.

”Let’s talk inside.” The Old Celestial Master points towards the building.

Inside the building, the Old Celestial Master doesn’t rush to inquire about the situation. Instead, he only asks.

”Who do you want to kill?”

”A Great Demon, likely emerged from the gateway within the mountains of Western Xiao Xiang County, about two thousand years ago.”

”Need help?” The Old Celestial Master ponders and asks again.

”Finding it poses a problem.”

”Once it reveals its trail, the Scorching Sun Department is far more skilled at tracking than us old folks.”

”Understood, thank you, Old Celestial Master, I will calm down and think.” Wen Yan replies.