Roaming the Four Seas Chapter 136: The Huayang Azure Dragon Pill Furnace

Candles flickered softly in the boudoir.

Su Ye took a few Qingxin Pills from the jade gourd and handed them to the maid attending to Miss Guan.

The maid gently parted the young lady’s lips and carefully fed her the pale blue pills one by one.

Fortunately, the pills melted instantly upon entering, requiring no water to swallow.

Su Ye rose and glanced out the window at the night illuminated by the luminous pearl.

He hadn’t expected that dealing with a white-haired soul demon would consume an entire day.

Outside, the Guan couple, both advanced practitioners of fasting, looked particularly exhausted from their worry over their daughter.

Su Ye’s clear and resonant voice rang out:

“Senior Guan, Madam Guan, your daughter has escaped danger.”

Hearing Su Ye’s powerful tone, Guan Xiong exchanged a glance with his wife.

Together they hurried into the chamber.

Madam Guan muttered her thanks to Su Ye and softly called her daughter’s childhood name beside the bed.

As head of the household, Guan Xiong could not neglect the benefactor who had saved his daughter.

“Daoist Su, had you not come to Lingxi Island, the consequences would have been unimaginable...” Guan Xiong led the two elders to the guest chamber.

A nanmu screen carved with the “Four Seas Guests” separated the eight-immortal table from the corridor, preventing passersby from disturbing the guests’ refined conversation.

The three took their seats in due order.

The Island Master of Mo waved his hand, unfolding the half-folded screen before them.

“Though this screen is not the work of the Painting Sage himself, its lines and patterns capture much of his essence,” Su Ye said, having traveled widely and seen many authentic works by Qian Dao.

Especially striking were those seemingly imitated but actually from the Painting Sage’s own secret scroll of Spring Breeze.

He could differentiate his works even with his eyes closed.

“The ‘Four Seas Guests’ on this screen was painted by Zhao Yu, a disciple of the Painting Sage,” Guan Xiong said proudly, propping his right hand on his knee. “He wasn’t a genius in painting cultivation but earned a fortune by emulating his master’s style.”

The Island Master of Mo added:

“Senior Zhao Yu used his savings to buy an island, which centuries later was carried aloft by the power of ascension...”

“Whose ascension power could create such a spectacle?” Su Ye asked, curiosity piqued.

“That person... you know him well,” the Island Master smiled, rubbing his bare chin, hinting he once wore a goatee.

As a rare sword cultivation prodigy in the Three Thousand Worlds, Su Ye was intricately connected with two other swordmasters.

The Sword Demon Ouyang Zhi had passed his profound techniques, involving mysterious arts from the Great Transformation Method, to his infant daughter before perishing under the Nine Heavens Thunder, never crossing the tribulation to ascend.

Only one remained.

The Sword Saint Song Yang.

“So, Lingxi Island was created by two great predecessors?”

“Precisely because of such fate, the island’s residents dare claim to dwell in the celestial realm,” Guan Xiong laughed. “When Senior Song Yang ascended, he brought this island along into the heavens.”

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Though separated by centuries, Su Ye could vividly imagine the magnificent scene on the day Song Yang ascended.

“It seems Lingxi Island is far more than just a sacred place for refining artifacts,” Su Ye murmured.

“The chaotic zone on this island is perilous beyond measure; even cultivators from the Third Realm cannot enter,” the Island Master revealed the secret.

Guan Xiong widened his eyes in disbelief:

“Island Master, even if Daoist Su is a distinguished alchemist, you cannot betray Lingxi Island’s secrets.”

The Island Master raised his cheek, nostrils flaring as he regarded Guan Xiong and smiled:

“You brat, when you were learning, you obeyed me without question, and now you’re lecturing this old man!”

Guan Xiong lowered his head, avoiding the Island Master’s gaze:

“To this day, my respect for you remains unchanged. It’s just that...”

“Just what?” the Island Master chuckled. “There’s another secret I can sell without hesitation.”

Surprise deepened in Guan Xiong’s eyes.

He never expected the Island Master to repeatedly harm Lingxi Island’s interests.

When he fully grasped the words, his leopard-like eyes widened, mouth agape, pointing at Su Ye, yet no words came out.

“That’s right,” Su Ye caught the Island Master’s glance and decided to be frank, “I am Su Ye.”

Still shocked, Guan Xiong twisted his thigh and forcibly regained composure:

“You... you’re the corrupt official who slaughtered innocent people in Weilan City... the one who struck down the human emperor’s avatar in Longde Hall?”

His voice trembled.

“That was indeed me.”

“Mr. Su, you killed a government official and publicly defied the emperor’s authority. Aren’t you afraid...”

“...of inviting death?” Su Ye smiled lightly. “Since ancient times, scholars have meddled with law through words, and heroes have broken rules with force.

The Human Emperor needs a sharp sword to punish traitors and slay demons. How could he fear my blade?”

The Island Master waved his hand:

“As a recluse, do not speak of state affairs.”

Guan Xiong swallowed the words at his lips.

“Daoist Su, I recall your alchemy furnace was merely of celestial grade.”

“The Fire Qilin Furnace reduces spiritual energy consumption by thirty percent and amplifies flame intensity by the same margin,” Su Ye did not hide the furnace’s traits, gifts from Master Hu, sharing them with the two outstanding artifact refiners.

Guan Xiong glanced at the smiling Island Master and instantly understood his intention.

With a long sigh:

“Island Master, spare yourself the trouble. I’ll be straightforward: the treasured furnace can be given to Mr. Su.”

Su Ye had originally hoped Luo Jinghong would forge a furnace.

Only after using the advanced Tai Chu Sword did he understand true efficiency.

The alchemy furnace was more than a foundation; it was a hope to mend Luo Jinghong’s shattered soul, with even higher standards than sword grade.

No place was more suitable than Lingxi Island to seek a furnace of the finest quality.

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The Island Master solemnly said:

“Your master, on his deathbed, entrusted you to gift the Azure Dragon Furnace to a destined person. There is no other alchemist in this world more fitting than Daoist Su.”

Su Ye murmured to himself.

Both the Qilin Furnace and Azure Dragon Furnace bore four-character names.

Even divine-grade spiritual treasures were hardly comparable.

Without hesitation, Guan Xiong produced a jade pendant and summoned a radiant orb within it.

Inside the orb was a jade-green furnace, crackling with lightning, occasionally encircled by a coiling azure dragon formed of spiritual energy.

Its three legs and twin ears bore five ancient seal characters, clearly visible:

“Hua Yang Azure Dragon Furnace”

When Luo Jinghong apprenticed under Madam Mo, he once summoned a painting by the Painting Sage Qian Dao Qing.

The name of the artifact ancestor, Hua Yang, had already been etched into Su Ye’s sea of consciousness.

Just seeing these characters made it clear the furnace in the orb was incomparable to the Qilin Furnace.

Guan Xiong’s tone was resolute:

“My master was a disciple of the artifact ancestor but failed to attain immortality. On his deathbed, he entrusted me to gift the Azure Dragon Furnace to the destined one.

Today, I fulfill my master’s long-held wish by presenting it to you.”

Su Ye’s heart pounded fiercely as he gazed at the orb containing the splendid furnace.

Guan Xiong grasped Su Ye’s wrist, his gaze firm:

“My master had but one request.”

“Please speak, senior. As long as it does not violate principles, I will comply,” Su Ye responded.

“Wield supreme divine might to aid all living beings,” Guan Xiong declared in a sonorous voice.

The Island Master chuckled:

“Daoist Su, I’ll revise your earlier words.

Immortals live forever; heroes break rules with force.

Your path must be that of an immortal hero.

To stray from this path would be intolerable to heaven’s justice.”

Su Ye rose, clasping his fists respectfully:

“I will heed the words of both seniors.”

Guan Xiong waved his hand grandly, his voice booming:

“From this day forth, the Azure Dragon Furnace is yours!”