332: Chapter 332 A group of prodigies besiege the Dao Lord? What audacity!

Early next morning.

At the foot of Divine Flame Mountain, in the main hall of the Taixu Immortal Sect's Traveling Palace.

The hall's layout was open-style, with no walls on its four sides, only thick spiritual wood pillars supporting the dome.

The Taixu Immortal Sect's Star Array was carved onto the dome, with silver light flowing, gathering dense Spiritual Qi within the hall.

At this moment, the hall was already filled with people.

Various major forces of the Chixiao Dao Domain had sent the best of their younger generation to attend this Small Dao Discussion Meeting.

Seated in the leading positions were all renowned figures.

Yan Ding Sect Saint Zhao Yan, at the Early Stage of the Body Integration Stage, wore a crimson-gold Daoist robe, a natural arrogance between his brows.

Tianji Pavilion's chief Disciple Su Mei'er, at the Peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, had a charming face and was twirling a bronze compass in her hand.

Fentian Sword Pavilion's Eldest Senior Brother Xiao Han, at the Middle Stage of the Body Integration Stage, carried a black-sheathed longsword on his back and remained silent.

There were also several Sect Disciples whose names were unknown, with the lowest cultivation being at the Nascent Soul Stage.

These people were all top prodigies of the younger generation in the Chixiao Dao Domain.

And at this moment, their gazes were almost all focused in one direction—the armchair at the very head of the hall.

That chair had been specially brought in on Ye Qingyao's orders.

Its position was higher than everyone else's, directly facing the entrance of the hall.

That was the seat reserved for Su Changge.

"Saintess Ye is truly generous." Yan Ding Sect Saint Zhao Yan held a teacup, a trace of an indifferent smile on his lips.

"To actually give the main seat to a Rogue Cultivator from the Lingxu Wasteland."

"I heard that 'Dao Lord' doesn't even have any spiritual energy fluctuations?" a nearby Disciple whispered in agreement.

"I don't know what Saintess Ye is thinking, to actually take a Mortal as her Revered Master."

"Could she have fallen under some kind of bewitching spell?" Su Mei'er covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Don't talk nonsense," Fentian Sword Pavilion's Xiao Han spoke coldly. "Ye Qingyao is not that kind of person. Since she has performed the Disciple's rites, that person must have something extraordinary about him."

"Something extraordinary?" Zhao Yan snorted coldly. "Then I'll have to see for myself today."

Just as everyone was whispering—

The air at the entrance of the hall suddenly froze for a moment.

Ye Qingyao's figure appeared at the doorway.

She still had that ice-cold appearance, her Spiritual Pressure restrained, but just standing there was enough to make everyone's voice drop by three decibels.

A Mahayana Stage existence was overwhelming everywhere.

Then, behind Ye Qingyao—

Su Changge stepped inside.

Dressed in white as pure as snow, his face was so handsome it made people lose their focus.

Walking with hands behind his back, his pace was neither fast nor slow.

His gaze swept across the faces of the prodigies present, not lingering on any one person for more than half a second.

Then, he walked straight toward the armchair at the very head.

He sat down.

He picked up the spiritual tea on the table, blew on the steam, and took a sip.

Throughout the whole process, he didn't greet anyone.

The hall was quiet for two seconds.

Zhao Yan's brow furrowed.

This person... doesn't even have basic pleasantries?

He walks in, takes the main seat, picks up tea and drinks, treating so many prodigies here as air?

But Zhao Yan then thought of a possibility—

If the other party really was a hidden expert, then this attitude of "viewing all living beings as nothing" was precisely the most normal reaction.

Would a Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monster greet a group of Nascent Soul and Body Integration juniors?

No.

Just as a person wouldn't say hello to ants.

A trace of uncertainty flashed through Zhao Yan's heart.

Su Changge sat on the armchair, but his inner monologue was a different scene.

[Good grief, this is quite a setup. There are thirty or forty people sitting down there, each with a cultivation level I don't know how many dimensions higher than mine.]

[There are several in the Body Integration Stage and a whole bunch in the Nascent Soul Stage.]

[As a Qi Refining First Layer, sitting in the highest position looking down at these people, this scene looks ridiculous no matter how you view it.]

[But the more it's like this, the less I can chicken out. Whoever speaks first loses. I'll just sit here and drink tea, let them perform themselves.]

Ye Qingyao stood by Su Changge's side, facing everyone.

"Since everyone has arrived for today's Small Dao Discussion Meeting, let us begin."

"The rules are the same as in previous years—express your own views and discuss difficulties in cultivation. Those with confusion can raise them; if anyone present can answer, it will be an Opportunity."

Her voice was cold and decisive.

The Small Dao Discussion Meeting officially began.

For the first fifteen minutes, the atmosphere was fairly peaceful.

A few Nascent Soul Stage Disciples raised some minor questions about spiritual power circulation and technique cultivation, which were answered by the Body Integration Stage Cultivators present.

Su Changge drank tea throughout, not saying a word.

He occasionally looked down at the tea leaves in his cup, and occasionally looked up at the Star Array on the dome, looking like "this seat is not interested in your topics."

However—

"Everyone, I have a question I would like to ask the Seniors and Masters present."

A voice rang out.

The one speaking was Yan Ding Sect Saint Zhao Yan.

He stood up, his gaze seemingly scanning around, but ultimately—

It landed on Su Changge.

"I practice the fire-attribute Cultivation Technique 'Crimson Flame Heavenly Scripture,' and I have encountered a Bottleneck after reaching the Body Integration Stage."

"The Bottleneck lies in—the core operation of the Laws of flame."

"The 'Crimson Flame Heavenly Scripture' emphasizes using one's own Core Fire as a seed, absorbing the Fire Spirits of heaven and earth to reach the realm of burning the heavens and refining the earth. But I have found that when the concentration of Fire Spirits increases to a certain level, the Core Fire not only fails to strengthen but instead experiences a reversal—spiritual energy backflows and burns the Meridians."

"I have consulted many elders, but have never been able to find the root cause."

After speaking, he glanced at Su Changge again.

"I wonder if Dao Lord Su has any brilliant insights?"

The hall fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Su Changge.

Zhao Yan's question seemed like a request for advice, but was actually a test.

The 'Crimson Flame Heavenly Scripture' was the Yan Ding Sect's core technique; its operation regarding the Laws of flame was extremely complex, involving high-level Domains that one would only encounter at the Body Integration Stage or above.

If Su Changge really were an unfathomable expert, this question should be no problem.

But if he couldn't answer—

Then it would prove he was a fraud.

Ye Qingyao's brow twitched slightly.

She glanced at Zhao Yan, her gaze cold.

But she didn't speak to stop him.

Because she knew that Revered Master did not need her to block for him.

With Revered Master's cultivation and knowledge, a question of this level was as simple as an adult facing a child asking "what is one plus one."

Su Changge sat on the armchair, his expression calm.

But his mind was already racing.

[Core operation of the Laws of flame? Core Fire reversal? Spiritual energy backflow burning the Meridians?]

[To be honest, if this were before, I wouldn't even have understood the question.]

[But now I have the Great Dao Scripture Pavilion! Old Ancestor Xuantian lived for a hundred thousand years; what fire-attribute Cultivation Technique hasn't he seen?]

His consciousness instantly sank into the Great Dao Scripture Pavilion.

In that boundless treasury of knowledge, the content regarding fire-attribute cultivation was as vast as the sea.

Su Changge's gaze swept across rapidly and soon found the corresponding content.

"Great Sun Burning Heaven Art," General Outline Chapter Seven, discussion regarding the "Origin of Fire."

He saw a sentence.

Just one short sentence.

But this sentence was like a key, directly unlocking all his understanding of the Laws of flame in his mind.

Su Changge's lips twitched slightly.

He put down his teacup.

The air in the hall suddenly tightened.

Everyone held their breath.

"Your problem..."

Su Changge's voice rang out, not loud, but clear.

"...is not with the Cultivation Technique."

Zhao Yan was stunned.

"Not with the Cultivation Technique? Then where is it?"

Su Changge lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

That glance was extremely indifferent, like looking at a child who understood nothing.

Then, he spoke.

He said only one sentence.