C225 Entering the Palace

Canon left, and Jian Ao left the tavern as well.

Jian Ao could clearly recognize the middle-aged boss. He was Prince Lang Xie's man, but he didn't know how Prince Lang Xie felt about him. Was he helping him or not?

He had asked him three times, but he still didn't answer. This made Jian Ao doubt whether the middle-aged boss would help him or not if there was a strong enemy attacking him. The possibility of the latter was much higher than the former.

When he returned to the inn, Jian Ao didn't stop breathing. He calmed down his surging blood and Qi, recovered his Qi, and began refining the Fire Dragon Cauldron. Regardless of whether it was for himself or for others, this step was necessary.

Boom!

Two ears and three legs. A divine dragon condensed on the body of the cauldron. It was like fire and fire. It was the Fire Dragon Cauldron.

"Puchi!"

The Great Sun Burning True Qi in his body was poured into the groove of the Pill Cauldron. Suddenly, the flame lit up.

Jian Ao's expression was incomparably solemn. He formed a seal with his hand. The clouds were like illusions, and their speed was incomparably fast. In the end, they looked like a misty cloud and mist from afar.

Following the use of the Cloud Illusion Technique, the entire Pill Cauldron was suddenly filled with clouds and mist, and it lingered on top of it. The entire Pill Cauldron seemed to be filled with a mysterious and mystical aura.

Plop! Plop!

Like a heartbeat, the fire dragon on the Pill Cauldron seemed to have come back to life from ancient times. The dragon's aura filled the entire room, and it was extremely thick.

Hu! Hu! Hu!

Suddenly, Jian Ao's hand seal changed. The two energies merged together, and the fire elements in the heaven and earth erupted. The Fire Dragon Cauldron suddenly shone brightly, and a flame condensed, burning the Pill Cauldron.

The raging flame burned intensely. The Pill Cauldron trembled violently. Strands of silver-white Qi floated up like smoke, and more and more of them appeared. In the end, a silver-white cloud appeared in the sky above the Pill Cauldron.

Jian Ao knew that this was the mark left behind by the previous owner of the Pill Cauldron.

"Burn it for me! Refine for me!"

Rumble!

The flames suddenly churned like the roar of a fierce tiger, like the roar of a divine dragon. Under the burning flames, the silver-white cloud melted bit by bit and evaporated.

"Bang!"

Following the disappearance of the last strand of silver-white cloud, the color of the Pill Cauldron became even more fiery, and the dragon pressure on the fire dragon became even stronger.

"Puff!"

Jian Ao slapped the Pill Cauldron, and the flames rolled once again. His hand seal changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, landing on the Pill Cauldron.

The Fire Dragon Cauldron seemed to possess the ability to absorb. That mouthful of fresh blood had just landed when it was completely swallowed by it, leaving not a trace behind.

Jian Ao could only feel a faint connection between him and this Pill Cauldron. He knew that he had succeeded. . . After refining the Fire Dragon Cauldron once more, the current Fire Dragon Cauldron no longer belonged to Long Qitian. It was a treasure that belonged solely to him, Jian Ao!

Sensing the connection between them, Jian Ao heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the spirituality of this Pill Cauldron wasn't very strong. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to successfully refine it with his seal technique and his Sword Lord Soul Energy.

As the seal slowly faded away, the cloud and mist surrounding the Fire Dragon Cauldron also gradually disappeared. A cool breeze blew, and the cloud and mist completely dissipated, revealing the Pill Cauldron within.

The current Pill Cauldron was no longer the same as before, but the mark that Long Qitian had left on it had disappeared, leaving behind Jian Ao's mark.

From today onwards, this Fire Dragon Cauldron would belong to Jian Ao completely, and it had nothing to do with anyone, not even its creator, Long Qitian.

"Hu!"

After finishing all of this, Jian Ao slowly exhaled a mouthful of foul air.

Although it looked simple just now, only he knew how difficult it was. If he had relaxed even the slightest bit earlier, all his previous efforts would have been for naught, and he would have to concentrate his consciousness at all times.

"Now, I have prepared what I need to prepare. I will wait for the royal banquet in three days!" Jian Ao said to himself.

In the following days, Jian Ao ate, talked, and went shopping with Ning Ming and Xuan Yue during the day. The rest of the time, he spent his time in his room. During the day, he practiced the cultivation technique. At night, he would silently chant the soul technique 'Nine Revolutions Profound Arts', tempering his soul and increasing the degree of his Soul Energy.

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The next day!

Jian Ao stood by the window and looked at the scene of the sun rising from the east, reflecting the endless golden light from the east.

Today was the day of the royal banquet!

Today would be the first confrontation between the princes!

Today would be the first battle for the crown prince!

It was noon, and Prince Lang Xie had yet to arrive. It seemed like he had been left behind in the palace, unable to escape.

Jian Ao was ready to go. His entire body was covered in a black robe, making it impossible for anyone to see what was happening inside.

Looking at the towering palace in the east, Jian Ao's naked eyes sparkled.

In the vast palace, it was currently confined. Because today was the gathering of all the princes and alchemists, no one was allowed to lose anything. That was why the palace was so strict.

Suddenly, a mysterious man shrouded in a black robe slowly appeared.

Looking at the towering peak, a large group of palaces occupied a vast area. This was the palace of Wind Mist Country.

"Stop right there!"

The appearance of the mysterious black robed person immediately attracted the attention of the soldiers guarding the city gates.

The general in the lead was actually a Sword General warrior. It seemed like the Wind Mist Country Lord had paid extra attention to this matter and was very cautious. The mysterious black-robed man thought in his heart. One should know that Sword General was the leader of the army in every country, and he was the ruler of the entire country!

"Stop right there!"

The Sword General warrior frowned and shouted again when he saw that the man in black had not stopped walking.

Although this man was mysterious, and even he couldn't see through his cultivation, and if it was in the past, he would have been respectful and respectful. However, the palace was filled with important people, and no one could afford to lose him.

Even if it was the risk of being killed by him, he still had to stop him.

The mysterious black-robed person naturally knew what the Chief was worried about. With a flip of his hand, a token appeared. It was Lang Xie's ID.

"Lang Xie Fifth Prince's identity card!" The Chief General looked at the token and sucked in a breath of cold air. One should know that this token was specially refined by the current king, and each prince only had one. One must not look down on this token, because seeing this token was like seeing the true body of the prince, and it had a great function in the entire Wind Mist Country.

The mysterious black-robed man was Jian Ao.

Jian Ao's voice was still the same as the voice of the Treasure Pavilion. He was as old as ever, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life, and had been cleansed by society. He exuded a cold and desolate aura.

"I am an alchemist invited by Prince Lang Xie. This identity card can prove everything!"

All the soldiers were stunned. One should know that those princes had brought alchemists here early in the morning. They were afraid that the situation had already progressed like a raging fire. What was the use of going in now?

Could they turn the tide?!