346: Chapter 346 Talking and Laughing as the Dragon Emperor Swallows Dragon Flame, Raising His Cup in Distance

In theory—the damage of all active special effects is zero, but the effect "looks" real.

But "looking like" and "actually being able to block" are two different things.

Su Changge's heart was pounding.

He made a decision.

A life-gambling decision.

Su Changge gently tilted the wine cup.

The dark red wine liquid—carrying the Sky-Burning Dragon Flame Law enough to kill him ten thousand times—flowed into his mouth.

Ye Qingyao's fingers gripped the sword hilt until they turned white.

Xiao Huang's gaze was locked onto Su Changge's Adam's apple.

Everyone was watching.

The wine liquid entered his throat.

Su Changge's Adam's apple bobbed.

And then—

He chanted silently in his heart.

【Sacred Heart Tribulation-Crossing Art.】

A warm power surged from Su Changge's Dantian—if Qi Refining First Layer counts as having a Dantian.

That power had no offensive nature.

Zero damage.

But it did one thing—

Inside Su Changge's body, it created a light membrane that "looked like the power of the Supreme Great Dao."

The light membrane wrapped around that wisp of Sky-Burning Dragon Flame Law.

The moment the Sky-Burning Dragon Flame touched the light membrane—

It went out.

Not suppressed. Not neutralized.

It—extinguished itself.

Like a match falling into the ocean.

Not because the ocean was strong.

But because the match was too small.

The Law power of the Sky-Burning Dragon Flame, upon contacting the light membrane that "looked like the great dao origin," produced the exact same reaction as Mo Yuan's Soul Sense probe—

Natural retreat.

The instinct of the Law told the Sky-Burning Dragon Flame—the thing in front of you is too many levels higher than you.

Don't touch it.

If you touch it, you're gone.

So the Sky-Burning Dragon Flame—dissipated on its own.

A wisp of natal Law at the Peak of Undergoing Tribulation.

By a trash at the Qi Refining First Layer.

Inside the body.

Was "digested."

A burning sensation surged through Su Changge's throat—that was the taste of the Dragon Marrow Wine itself.

Pungent, intense, with the heaviness of Ore.

Then—gone.

Everything was gone.

No burning. No pain. No damage to Meridians.

Su Changge drank the remaining wine in the cup in one gulp.

He put down the wine cup.

From beginning to end, his expression—never changed.

Not a single drop of sweat.

Not a single furrow of the brow.

As if what he had just drunk—wasn't the Sky-Burning Dragon Flame enough to kill a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator.

But a glass of plain water.

Xiao Huang's hand—the one holding the wine cup—shook slightly.

He still hadn't drunk yet.

His gaze was fixed on Su Changge's face.

Trying to find any trace of fluctuation from that indifferent face—discomfort, vigilance, anger, mockery—any trace at all.

None.

Nothing at all.

Su Changge sat on the jade chair, put down the wine cup, and didn't even look at Xiao Huang.

His gaze passed over Xiao Huang and looked at the distant sky.

And then—

Su Changge said a sentence.

The voice was very light.

So light that only Xiao Huang and Ye Qingyao could hear it.

"The wine is not bad."

Five words.

A chill ran down Xiao Huang's spine.

He had poured Sky-Burning Dragon Flame into the wine.

The other party drank it.

And then said "the wine is not bad."

What did this mean?

It meant—to this person, the Sky-Burning Dragon Flame wasn't even "a bit spicy."

Xiao Huang's fingers tightened around the wine cup.

Fine cracks appeared on the cup's wall.

He took a deep breath.

He smiled.

The smile was very stiff.

"Senior Su has a good capacity for liquor."

Xiao Huang drank his cup of wine in one gulp.

When he put down the cup, his hand was very steady.

But Su Changge noticed—when Xiao Huang turned to leave, his pace was half a beat faster than when he came.

That was a kind of—gait that wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

Xiao Huang left.

Su Changge sat on the jade chair, motionless.

Ye Qingyao sat beside him, her hand releasing the sword hilt.

There were several red marks on her fingertips from the sword hilt.

Ye Qingyao looked at Su Changge from the side.

Su Changge felt her gaze but didn't turn his head.

Because he didn't dare to turn his head.

He was afraid that if he turned his head—Ye Qingyao would see that the cold sweat on his back had already soaked his inner clothes.

Su Changge sat in the VIP seat of the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly, facing tens of thousands of Cultivators, his expression indifferent as an Immortal.

But in his mind, only one voice echoed repeatedly—

【I almost died just now almost died almost died almost died almost died—!!!】

Ye Qingyao withdrew her gaze.

Her lips moved slightly.

"Revered Master."

"Hmm."

"This Xiao Huang—this Disciple wants to kill him."

Su Changge finally turned his head.

There was no Killing Intent on Ye Qingyao's face.

But when she said this, her tone was as flat as saying "the weather is nice today."

Su Changge sighed in his heart.

【Big sister, calm down. Xiao Huang is the local tyrant of the Chixiao Dao Domain. If you kill him now, the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly will immediately disperse. Once the assembly disperses, the Four Directions Dragon Court will lose the chance to "gather tens of thousands of Cultivators" and might directly detonate the ley lines—that would be even worse.】

"No rush."

Su Changge said.

Those two words again.

Ye Qingyao frowned slightly.

"Revered Master always says no rush. But Xiao Huang just now—"

"I said."

Su Changge's voice suddenly changed.

It wasn't flat anymore.

It—deepened.

Deep as if coming from underground.

"No rush."

Ye Qingyao's words got stuck in her throat.

She looked at Su Changge's profile.

A tiny arc curved at the corner of Revered Master's mouth.

That arc—reminded Ye Qingyao of a scene.

In her previous life, when she was in the Soul Transformation Stage, she had once seen a Senior of the True Immortal level take action from afar.

Before that Senior took action, the corners of his mouth also curved slightly like this.

Then—he wiped out a Sect.

A chill ran down Ye Qingyao's back.

She suddenly felt—Xiao Huang might have made the biggest mistake of his life.

Just then—

The golden bell on the high platform rang again.

"Dong—"

The first martial arts competition and Dao discussion of the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly—was about to begin.

And Su Changge's peripheral vision caught—

The grey-robed Cultivator in the northwest corner had disappeared.

Replacing him was a burly Cultivator with earthy yellow skin appearing in another position.

That Cultivator's back—bulged slightly, as if something was growing there.

Rock spikes.

Earth-Splitting Dragon Marquis—Earth Collapse.

Su Changge tapped his finger on the armrest for the third time.

【They are setting up a layout.】

【During the martial arts competition and Dao discussion—is that when they will act? No, too early. Red Ember said to wait until everyone is gathered...】

Su Changge's gaze swept across the venue.

In the far corner of the VIP seats, a Cultivator with crimson-gold hair was holding a wine cup, glancing slightly in Su Changge's direction.

Between that Cultivator's eyebrows—

There was a dark red mole.

No—not a mole.

It was a flame seed.

Heaven-Burning Fire Seed.

Su Changge's pupils shrank suddenly.

Blazing Flame Dragon Emperor—Red Ember.

Sitting right in the VIP seats.

Less than thirty zhang from Su Changge.

A smile played on Red Ember's lips.

He raised the wine cup in his hand toward Su Changge—

And gave a toast from afar.