Chapter 71: Pyro Fusion Art
Pyro Fusion Art?
Lordi Payne's mind blanked, a cold sweat prickling his spine. Then he realized—must be some fancy art technique for wrestling a Dao Flame into submission and fusing it into the body. However, trouble was, when he'd dazzled Kinson Wexford with his "alchemy talent" demonstration, it was all thanks to the AllFullOS system hijacking his body with one-click-cultivation. Kinson Wexford must've seen him twirl those Nether Fire flames like they were extensions of his own hands and assumed Lordi Payne's already mastered the Pyro Fusion Art. Not once did he think about to check this issue—or even mention it.
Now? They were screwed. Royally.
Oen Shinae's delicate brows furrowed, a storm brewing in her doll-like features—cute, sure, but radiating a fury that could freeze blood. This was the Deathveil Bloodline's big play, a direct order from her Bloodline Lord. She'd braced for brutal and fierce rival ambushes, spikes and blades in the dark—not Lordi Payne botching the basic plan before the Wraithbone Bloodline even showed their ugly faces.
"I'll pass on the Pyro Fusion Art into you—learn it, now!" Oen Shinae snapped after a heartbeat of mental scrambling, her voice a whip of steel. Lordi Payne's pitiful Qi Refinement Stage cultivation wouldn't tame the Ice Pith Fire without it—no art, no chance.
"Oh fuck, you've gotta be kidding me..." Sharky Ink rasped from his spot by the array, his pale lips twisting into a sneer dripping with venomous glee. The bone flowers pulsed behind him, but his eyes glinted with dark amusement.
Fang Jit jumped in, his frustration boiling over. "Senior Sister, seriously?! The Pyro Fusion Art's not some arcane mystery, but this Qi Refinement runt picking it up on the fly? What, are we camping here for ten days—a month?—while he fumbles through it? And that's assuming he doesn't botch it! The Ice Pith Fire's an Eighth-Tier Dao Flame—top-quality type, even among its kind. With his weak-ass cultivation, one slip from those shaky newbie hands, and boom—backlash turns him to ash!"
He jabbed a finger at Lordi Payne, voice rising. "By then, we're not just out the flame—we've blown the Bloodline Lord's mission! Total loss—him, the fire, everything!" Fang Jit's gut screamed retreat, and he pivoted to Oen Shinae. "Look, let's haul him back, report this mess to the Bloodline Lord, and—"
"No way!" Oen Shinae's voice sliced through his plea like a guillotine, firm as bedrock. "Ten days? Half a month? Fine—whatever it takes. The Bloodline Lord didn't slap a timer on this. The Gworm Abyss sprawls endless. Only who registered the Dao Flame mission hold the Ice Pith Fire's exact coordinates, and we've bled for that scrap of knowledge. There may be a chance to succeed! You'd really turn back now? Let the Bloodline Lord's sacrifices rot to nothing? His sweat, his blood, wasted because you flinch at shadows?"
"As for Junior Brother Payne's low cultivation..." Oen Shinae's voice cut through the mire's gloom like a blade. "When he fuses the Ice Pith Fire, you'll stand guard him, Fang Jit. Restore his vitality as he burns—keep him alive."
"He's just at Qi Refinement stage. With your Early-Phase Foundation Stage strength, curing his injures should be easy."