Infinite Fire Record

Chapter 19: Leaving Peach Blossom Island

Peach Blossom Island—the April breeze carried a faint fragrance of flowers.

Above the ferry, sunlight scattered across the surface, shimmering in golden hues. The sea was calm, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of blossoms, lending the place an air of silent tranquility.

At this moment, three figures stood at the ferry: a young man, a beautiful woman, and an elderly man.

They were none other than Royal Sky, Huang Rong, and Huang Yaoshi.

Imperial Heaven’s gaze was calm yet sharp, a refined light flickering in his eyes.

He stood by the small boat at the ferry, gripping a green cloth bundle. A fresh breeze blew past, lifting his long sleeves slightly. He turned around and looked at Huang Yaoshi and Huang Rong. “Grandfather, Mother, do not worry. The world beyond is dangerous, but it is also incomparably vast and wondrous.”

As his words fell, Wu Tian leaped forward, his eyes gleaming with determination, and landed lightly atop the small boat.

He waved toward the shore. “Grandfather, Mother, I am leaving.”

Tears welled in Huang Rong’s eyes, her face filled with reluctance. Beside her, Huang Yaoshi wore a faint smile, his gaze shining with wisdom.

Imperial Sky raised his hand, and a current of air gathered at his palm. It swirled into a whirlwind, forming a visible force. With a swift motion, he swung his palm toward the sea behind him.

A sudden gust arose, sweeping across the waters. The sea surface momentarily sank, as if pressed down by an invisible force. Propelled by the generated thrust, the small boat surged forward.

Imperial Sky lowered his gaze to his hands, a contemplative look in his eyes. ‘Blowing Fire Palm’ truly deserves its reputation as a technique from the Doublestar World. It harnesses the power of surrounding spiritual energy, turning it into a formidable force. Yet, if deprived of this ability, within the Divine Eagle World, it would be no more than a second-rate technique.

Facing the sea breeze, Wu Tian turned forward, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly with anticipation.

The sun shone brightly that day.

Alone, Royal Sky walked along a countryside path, a map held loosely in his hands.

Glancing at it, he sighed helplessly. “This map’s illustrations are too vague. Still, finding Zhongnan Mountain should not be difficult—many know its location.”

His steps quickened, a hint of eagerness in his stride.

Zhongnan Mountain. The Quanzhen Sect.

Though his journey led to Terminal South Mountain, his destination had nothing to do with the Quanzhen Sect.

His goal lay deeper within the mountain—the Tomb of the Living Dead.

Royal Sky was not a man driven by lust. However, the thought of the enigmatic beauty, the ‘Little Dragon Lady,’ lingered faintly in his mind. Yet, his true focus remained on the Cold Jade Bed.

At his current level of cultivation—early-stage Houtian—he had made significant progress, though it was far from his peak potential.

Over the years, Imperial Heaven had tirelessly practiced the Pill Clan Technique. He had undergone ninety-nine cycles of controlled breathwork, stopping at eighty repetitions each time. On the final attempt, he had refrained from inhaling, resulting in the loss of untold amounts of refined qi.

Yet, failure was not an option.

Once he completed the ninety-ninth cycle, his dantian would naturally form a fighting qi spiral. There was no uncertainty in this—only eventual success. Such was the subtlety of the Pill Clan Technique.

With the formation of a fighting qi spiral, he would officially become a one-star fighter.

And a one-star fighter could cultivate a true fighting qi technique.

Imperial Sky had already set his sights on the Burning Decree, a technique famed in the Fighting Broken world for its sheer power.

Once mastered, his formless Dou Qi would transform into Burning Decree Dou Qi, a formidable fire-based energy. Within the Divine Eagle World, this advantage would be unparalleled.

The difference in aura density between the two worlds made human physiques vastly distinct. In this realm, mastering such power without sufficient preparation would lead to disaster.

For now, Imperial Heaven had only reached the ninth stage of Qi of Battle, but his body had already become akin to a treasured body. Qi of Battle strengthened muscles and bones, gradually refining the physique.

To cultivate Burning Decree safely, his body required further tempering.

Thus, he had set his sights on the Dragon Elephant Bo Ruo Gong.

A year ago, upon encountering Li Mochou, he remembered the existence of the Cold Jade Bed within the Ancient Tomb Sect. If he could harness its endless cold energy, the risks of cultivating Burning Decree would be significantly reduced.

For this reason, Imperial Sky had spent a full year preparing on Peach Blossom Island. Now, his journey to the Tomb of the Living Dead had finally begun.

That evening, Imperial Sky sat in a small tavern, bamboo chopsticks in hand, eating the coarse meal before him.

His brow furrowed slightly as his keen gaze swept across the dimly lit space.

A hushed conversation from a nearby table reached his ears.

“I heard there are not only beauties but also countless treasures this time.”

“Heh, who knows if the rumors are true? But with so many people attacking the Quanzhen Sect, success or failure does not matter. In the chaos, we might slip into their scripture library and steal some martial arts manuals. The Quanzhen Sect is, after all, one of the greatest sects.”

“Exactly. With this many people involved, even the Quanzhen Sect will suffer. If we manage to snatch a rare technique, we could train for a decade and become untouchable.”

Imperial Sky lifted his cup and took a slow sip, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. So, it seems this is the original plot—Little Dragon Lady’s marriage proposal. I wonder if Guo Jing, the so-called hero, will make an appearance.

With that thought, he tossed a few coins onto the table, rose from his seat, and stepped into the night, heading toward Zhongnan Mountain.

His belongings were already stored in the Dragon Devouring Ring. Dressed in plain robes, he walked steadily along the bustling main road.

Merchants passed by, but most of the travelers were martial artists.

Imperial Sky’s eyes gleamed with sharp awareness as he observed his surroundings.

A disdainful chuckle escaped his lips. “It seems quite the crowd has gathered. Li Mochou, how exactly did you spread the message to attract so many martial artists? Although these people lack skill, even ants can devour an elephant. If not for the Sentinel Bee Technique, the Ancient Tomb Sect might have long since been overrun.”