My Master Disconnected Yet Again (Part 4)

Chapter 662: Spreading Dark Fires

"What's the matter?" Shu Yuan discovered the commotion beside him and walked over briskly to take a look. He took one glance at the weak person lying in bed, with a dwindling aura. Then, he turned to face the disciple seated on the ground. "What happened?"

"Uncle-Master Shu Yuan..." The disciple stared blankly at him for several seconds before finally regaining his composure. Fearfully, he said, "The fire... The fire on this person's body is infectious. I was just adjusting my own spirit Qi when the fire transmitted to me."

"What!" Shu Yuan exclaimed. He thought of something and his expression darkened. Immediately, he turned to another disciple beside him and said, "Quick! Ask those disciples who are treating the burned disciples to stop work immediately!"

"Yes!" The disciple ran out to inform the other disciples at once.

It was a pity that he was too late. A total of 17 people had been burned by the remaining flames in the forest. Among them, six passed on before they could be treated. The others underwent treatment immediately. Yet, those disciples who helped to treat their burned counterparts became burned themselves. The wounds were serious. Thus, not only were they unable to save the disciples, ten more were dragged down as a result.

Shu Yuan was frowning deeply by now. He had not expected that the people who had been burned by the dark fires would harbor remnants of the flames in their bodies, much less that these flames would continue to spread to others. The disciples who went to treat the wounded were all Golden Core cultivators – the strongest in the sect. Now, knowing that he had lost 10 of them to the flames, how could his heart not hurt? All his insides were twisting up, yet they had no idea how to treat those disciples.

Lonemoon's expression darkened. That so-called Icy Deep Fire was clearly a dark fire. It came from the Underworld and brought with it the deviant flames that belonged to ghouls. These kinds of fires were extremely cold, and could cause even spirits to be reduced to dust, much less cultivators from the lower realm. Even immortals in the upper realm would have difficulty dealing with it. Yet, how did these fires get here? How did a fiendish cultivator manage to get his hands on it?

A familiar sound came from beside him.

[Ding! Analysis complete. Residue from a high-power source. Host, this comes from a different part of the plane. It can burn everything it touches, including souls.]

"That fire is so powerful!" Shu Yi exclaimed. "It really is a deviant fire."

[It's a pity that Host has only obtained such a small amount of it – it is not even enough to cause a spark. It would have been good if you collected more of it.]

"There are more than one injured persons here.," Shu Yi said gleefully. "We just have to collect them from different people's bodies."

[Even then, we'll only have enough to form a little flame. We'll still need to find the source of the fire before we can control it!]

"Don't worry. As long as we have a little flame, the deviant fire will not be able to hurt me. He will not be able to run away." Shu Yi had a determined expression on her face. "He injured my master. He has to pay the price. What's more, he's severely injured now. I don't think he got very far away. After all, I have my master's dharmic weapon to help me."

Lonemoon frowned. She came for that fiendish cultivator. From the sound of her voice, it seems that she had met that fiendish cultivator before?

[But we cannot leave the city. How are we going to find him?]

"They don't have any buffer time left. An hour and a half is not enough for them to deal with the deviant fire. We still have a lot of time. Tonight, we'll sneak out and gather the remnants of the fire from each person's body. Then, we'll find a chance to sneak out and look for him."