Chapter 87: The Myriad Descendants of Yan and Huang, the Mysterious Gate of Creation!

It's raining!

No one expected it to start raining all of a sudden at this moment. Shi Hao and the others raised their heads in surprise, looking up at the sky, feeling a strange sense of unease. Why would it suddenly start to rain now?

“What’s going on? It’s raining! I heard Su Ye has a particular fondness for thunder and lightning—could he be up to something again?”

“What could possibly happen? He’s locked inside the pill furnace. Unless someone lets him out, there’s no way he can escape. And don’t forget how this First Cauldron came to be—no matter how strong Su Ye is, he’ll be reduced to ashes soon enough.”

“That’s right! He’s just a Thunder Vein martial artist. Does he really think he can defy fate? If he dares to oppose Sister Man, he’s courting death! No one can save him today!”

Shi Hao, Yin Chao, and the others gritted their teeth as they spoke, wishing nothing more than for Su Ye to drop dead on the spot. Before long, the raging flames were stoked even higher by the alchemist.

Under the scorching blaze, the petal-like patterns around the pill furnace began to change color, as if special veins of blood were flowing along mysterious paths.

At this moment, no one could get close to the furnace.

Ouyang Yunfeng had wanted to rush over and open the lid, but he was kept at bay—Madam Wen, Old Alchemist Chen Yu, Ouyang Man and the others were all attacking him together.

He had no idea how many wounds he’d suffered already, but still fought with all his might. His howl had drawn two of his subordinates, but they too were immediately beset by attackers. As for the grand convoy from before, those martial artists had been assigned outside Yidan Residence and, receiving no word, had no idea Ouyang Yunfeng was in trouble.

“Su Ye—hold on! I’ll get you out of there!” Ouyang Yunfeng shouted, waves of energy surging from his battered body, his face streaked with rain and blood.

“Hahaha! Ouyang Yunfeng, go ahead and die with Su Ye!” Ouyang Man’s long, shining cone stabbed forward relentlessly.

The rain fell harder and harder.

With a downpour like this, even if a massacre occurred, the evidence would be easily washed away.

In the midst of the pouring rain, Jiang Liuying was thoroughly drenched. Her delicate, beautiful face was streaked with water, and beside her stood a bodyguard with an imposing air.

The faces of these self-styled protectors were pale. In low voices, they urged her, “Miss, it’s too dangerous here. Don’t watch anymore—let us take you somewhere safe!”

“Yes, miss, you’ve heard of the Lu family, haven’t you? Even if there’s a fight, no one will dare harm us. But if we don’t leave now, it really will be dangerous. By the way, I don’t know your name yet!”

Jiang Liuying turned to these two confident young men, adopting an innocent, timid manner. “My name is Yingying… This place is so frightening. I want to go home. I want to leave Yidan Residence now—can you take me out?”

“Well… the entire Residence is sealed right now. They say it’s for revealing the pill and opening the furnace. There’s no way to leave; if we force our way out, we’ll be killed. Don’t worry, though—even if we can’t leave, we’ll keep you safe,” one of the bodyguards swore, lavishing praise on her name.

Jiang Liuying’s pitiful look nearly brought her to tears. “Then… can I just go back to the garage and sit in my car? I don’t want to stay here, I’m so scared…”

“The garage? Well… alright! Yingying, I’ll take you, but you’ll have to stay in the car—you can’t wander around!”

Seeing her so pitiable, the bodyguard leapt at the chance to impress.

If they could keep Jiang Liuying safe, she might well look upon them favorably!

A sweet, radiant smile appeared on Jiang Liuying’s stunning face. “You two are so kind.”

“Oh, it’s nothing, nothing! Heh heh, come, follow me!”

Sure enough, led by the bodyguards, they made their way to the garage without incident.

Jiang Liuying searched for a moment and quickly spotted the only vehicle they’d driven in. Without hesitation, she slammed her elbow into the window—glass shattered everywhere, and the car alarm blared loudly.

The bodyguards stared, dumbfounded. How had the frail Yingying suddenly become so violent?

Then Jiang Liuying climbed into the car, rummaged around, and pulled out a long object wrapped in black cloth.

“Uh, Yingying, what’s that? It looks like a sword…”

She smiled sweetly. “You guessed right. I brought it just in case—and I can’t believe it’s actually coming in handy.”

“You… you brought a sword? Don’t do anything rash—people here kill without a second thought! That sword is dangerous, you shouldn’t—wait, why is it glowing?”

“Because it’s a Thunderblade—”

…

Boom!

Thunder ripped through the sky again, and the rain came down even harder.

Outside, people felt a chill, but inside the furnace, Su Ye was burning up, nearly driven mad by the heat.

Though he tried to fend it off with surges of energy, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. Flames licked the furnace walls, threatening to consume him.

His clothes were nearly burned to cinders, his hair had dried to brittle straw, ready to crumble at a touch.

“Damn it! Can this cauldron melt my memories too?”

Su Ye felt his head growing heavier, his memories fading. He was on the verge of being reduced to ashes.

The only things he could still recall were vague fragments of the Yanhuang Method he’d glimpsed through the thunder, and even that was fading—only the words “Yanhuang” remained clear, the rest slipping away.

He clenched his fists, unwilling to give in. He’d been cast out of his family and hadn’t returned. He hadn’t seen his parents in seven years. He’d found only three of his nine thunder veins; six remained lost. His great vengeance was unfulfilled…

He thought of the childhood playmates he’d left behind, of the girl who had been with him since they were small, of the ever-teasing Jiang Liuying…

How could he die here? He longed to master all the techniques engraved on the Heaven-shaking Stele—a vast, alluring world stretching before him…

At this moment, his heart burned with fury. If he could escape, he would kill Ouyang Man, that wretch, if it cost him his life.

It was a pity—he could sense thunder rolling outside, but it was all too vague to make out.

Just then, the cauldron suddenly shook violently.

In the next instant, the world inside seemed to turn upside down.

Boom—

He didn’t know how, but the entire furnace felt as if it had been kicked over. Su Ye was tossed about inside, then sensed something pierce the cauldron with a crackling sound.

Lightning arced in, glowing vividly.

“It’s a thunder vein!”

Su Ye jolted—his fading memories surged back, as if resonating with the heavens, with the thunder raging in the sky above.

In that instant, he could once more hear the ancient thunder.

Those ancient characters from the Heaven-shaking Stele, always dim and unclear before, were now becoming vivid, one by one.

“Yanhuang—multitude, infinitesimal—”

Boom—

Though wracked by the fierce furnace flames, Su Ye was lost in the thunderous script.

In a flash, his mind filled with the ancient inscription from the stele:

“Yanhuang multitude, the mysterious portal!”

These eight words echoed and hummed, as if opening a gateway to an unknown world for Su Ye. As he heard them in the sea of consciousness, he sensed a distant, ethereal chant drifting through the universe.

And then, Su Ye’s body—his one hundred and eight vital points—suddenly opened wide, and he absorbed the special furnace flames directly into himself…