Chapter 478

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Chapter 478: I Have Tolerated You for a Long Time, Come Out and Face Me!

It was a boy.

Master Honghu immediately lost interest.

His gaze shifted to the two Demon Kingdom princesses behind the curtains. Though their kingdom had fallen—or was on the brink of collapse—their noble status and royal lineage still carried an aura of untouchable dignity. Their bearing, their eyes… they were perfect furnace cauldrons.

Harming them, however, would bring grave consequences, regardless of their royal blood or noble heritage. Yet, here they were, right in front of him. How could he possibly let such an opportunity slip through his fingers?

The heavens punish those who fail to recognize their gifts, he thought.

These two… they are my stepping stones to ascension. Fairies, you will aid me in my cultivation!

Despite his excitement, Master Honghu did not let his rationality waver. He understood well that obtaining two cauldrons of such quality was no simple task. Their superior bloodlines undoubtedly came with formidable power.

And then, before he could act, flames erupted—two streams of roaring blue fire.

The illusion of Bi Fang appeared, its wings gently flapping. The snow within a hundred meters melted instantly under the searing heat. The high-temperature flames surged toward the grand carriage.

The sixteen guards scattered, their faces pale with fear. Even the official took two cautious steps back, all pretense of bravery gone.

“Master!” the official called out, his voice tinged with panic.

To wield flames of this caliber—Bi Fang’s Fire—required either ancient bloodline or an inheritance of the Bi Fang Treasure Technique. Master Honghu’s excitement grew.

Amazing… Bi Fang. In the past, I wouldn’t have dared provoke such a creature. But now, a princess from a fallen kingdom? This is fortune smiling upon me.

Master Honghu was a true witch cultivator, a practitioner who thrived on seizing power by force.

In the past, witch cultivators had to keep a low profile, little more than lapdogs for noble families. But the tides had turned. In a lawless place like Ba State, power was the ultimate authority. The Blissful Sect thrived on such chaos, gathering high-quality furnace cauldrons, many stolen from nobility.

Master Honghu had greatly benefited from this cruel system, his cultivation level soaring as he absorbed the essence of his cauldrons. With this strength, he had reached a peak that few could challenge.

And yet, as the princesses unleashed their flames, he felt the threat.

“You’re running so fast, flitting about like a fly!” Nalan Qingshu snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. “If you’re brave, why not face us directly?”

Zhenren Honghu maintained his distance. The Bi Fang Fire was no ordinary flame—it turned all it touched to ash. Though his cultivation method made him less vulnerable to its intensity, he still avoided a direct confrontation.

Joining his hands, several illusions appeared on the ground. His purple-gold Daoist headwear glinted in the firelight, giving him the appearance of a revered cultivator.

But despite the fierce exchange, the battle felt sluggish, its outcome uncertain.

Bai Wei, observing from the sidelines, sighed.

“They’re just pecking at each other,” he said. “Not entirely useless, but definitely not exciting.”

Yubing, the little snake girl, tilted her head. “What’s going on?”

“Just watch,” Bai Wei replied. “Why do you think he keeps his distance?”

“Because he’s afraid of fire?”

“No, because he’s afraid of becoming roasted chicken.”

“But roasted chicken is delicious.”

“True, but he’s clearly not a fan.”

The little snake girl giggled. “So he’s just a scaredy-cat?”

“Exactly,” Bai Wei nodded. “A scaredy-cat.”

Their teasing didn’t go unnoticed. Master Honghu’s face darkened as their words stung his pride.

“How dare you mock me!” he roared, flinging a bronze bowl into the air.

The bowl expanded, swallowing the green flames in a vortex. Even the Bi Fang Fire couldn’t escape its pull.

Master Honghu laughed, triumphant. “What now? Your flames are no match for me! I’ll take you as my cauldrons and ascend to new heights!”

Chao Lu’s expression turned icy. Her hands moved in a series of intricate gestures, weaving a spell. A bolt of purple lightning fell from the heavens, striking Master Honghu squarely on the head.

He stumbled midair, disheveled but still alive. His expression twisted in disbelief.

Master Honghu’s confusion deepened. “What kind of magic is this? Palm Thunder? But it feels… different.”

Chao Lu frowned. The purple lightning was a second-level spell—powerful, but not enough to deliver a decisive blow. She could attempt a third-level spell, but casting it would take time, and its effectiveness here was uncertain.

Nalan Qingshu, meanwhile, decided to rely on her heritage. Spreading fiery wings, she conjured a green feather between her fingertips. The feather transformed into a blazing sword, its flames biting into Master Honghu’s bronze bowl.

The bowl shuddered, revealing cracks along its surface.

Realizing the fight was turning against him, Master Honghu cast dozens of spells in rapid succession. He aimed to exhaust their energy, hoping to turn the tide.

Meanwhile, the merchant caravan, sensing the escalating danger, began retreating. The merchant’s daughter, trembling with fear, hesitated before attempting to sneak away.

But her path was blocked.

A colorful tiger materialized, its growl low and menacing.

Bai Wei, seated casually on the edge of the carriage, spoke in an even tone.

“You can’t leave yet.”

The merchant’s daughter froze in place. Her earlier speculations about Bai Wei—about his apparent ordinariness—now seemed laughably naive.

Her lips trembled, but no words came.

As the battle raged on, Grandmaster Honghu finally snapped. His aura flared with a deadly mix of purple and gold as he charged toward Bai Wei, his voice echoing with fury.

“You insolent child! How dare you mock me! I’ve tolerated you long enough—now, come out and face me!”

Nalan Qingshu, catching her breath, rolled her eyes. “Finally.”

Chao Lu smirked. “Too late now.”

Yubing, resting her chin in her hands, sighed wistfully. “I still want roasted chicken.”