Xuanwu War Sovereign

Chapter 402: Chapter 401: Fire of Hope

Watching Long Zhan’s retreating figure, Qin Feng took a deep breath.

Long Zhan was indeed powerful. Qin Feng had once watched one of the Nine Dragon Emperor’s Sons fight and had some understanding of their power.

This Long Zhan was one of the most outstanding Princes of the East Sea Empire. His strength was profound and unfathomable, comparable even to some of the Inner Sect’s "Little Giants" in the Star Sect. He was on a completely different level from a third-rate piece of trash like the Qu Ao Yin Emperor.

According to rumor, Long Zhan had obtained the legacy of an ancient sect called the Earth Element Sect. He cultivated the Earth Vein Divine Dragon Technique, a technique so incredibly powerful that it could even seize control of the Earth Veins.

His heart felt incredibly heavy.

Turning around, Qin Feng glanced at the ranking board, where he spotted two familiar names.

Number 65, Qian Kai, versus Number 35, Wu Yunfei.

’The name Wu Yunfei came to mind. He was a powerful expert at the Sea of Reincarnation Realm, hailing from one of the Nine Great Empires. His strength was considerable, and he seemed to have comprehended the true form of an incredibly profound Ancient Divine Beast. Definitely a tough opponent.’

As his eyes continued down the list, they flickered. At that same moment, Ji Huang’Er glanced over at him.

On the ranking board: Number 88, Ji Huang’Er, versus Number 12, Xi Yan!

Qin Feng shook his head. ’Ji Huang’Er is probably going to have a hard time with this one.’

This Xi Yan was incredibly strong, known as the Son of Light.

He was born with the Innate Bright God Body and was also known as the reincarnation of the Light God.

He was said to be one of the few successors of the Great Sun Divine Hall who had scattered after its destruction. He had joined the Star Sect six months ago and become an Outer Disciple.

He practiced the Light Divine Technique, one of the twelve True Inheritances of the Great Sun Divine Hall, and his Cultivation was astonishing.

According to rumor, he held some of the Great Sun Divine Hall’s most important secrets and possessed several major treasures from the Light God Palace.

Qin Feng glanced at Ji Huang’Er. She was frowning, her expression grave.

Seeing him look over, Ji Huang’er sent a telepathic message.

"Qin Feng, what do you think?"

Qin Feng lazily transmitted back, "What’s there to think? You’re bound to lose."

Ji Huang’Er was left sputtering. Her eyes flashed as she glared fiercely at the black-clad youth. "Don’t you get cocky! Xi Yan might be powerful, but he’s not a murderous fiend like Long Zhan. You’d better watch yourself, or Long Zhan will grind your bones to dust!"

Qin Feng replied with absolute confidence, "Don’t worry, that definitely won’t happen!"

"You’re that confident?" Ji Huang’Er gave the black-clad youth a suspicious look.

"Of course. Rest assured, I won’t just die so easily," Qin Feng’s eyes swept over Ji Huang’Er’s full chest, his lips moving slightly. "Not before I’ve taken full advantage of you!"

Ji Huang’Er flew into a rage. "You pervert! Go to hell!"

"..." Qin Feng watched Ji Huang’Er storm off, a grin playing on his lips.

Qin Feng turned and walked toward the Houwu District. He was going to use this time to attempt the Refinement of the Fire of Hope.

The Fire of Hope was a Heaven and Earth Divine Fire. If he could successfully perform its Refinement, Qin Feng’s strength would undergo a world-altering transformation.

With any other Heaven and Earth Divine Fire, Qin Feng wouldn’t have been confident in performing the Refinement in such a short time, but the Fire of Hope was different.

According to Qin Feng’s knowledge, the Fire of Hope was fire-like, but not truly fire. It was formed when ordinary flames fused and condensed with the Power of Hope from all living beings. This flame existed in a state between the tangible and the intangible, its nature unfathomably erratic.

What was the Power of Hope? Even if ordinary people knew of it, they couldn’t clearly articulate what kind of power it was.

But Qin Feng, who had once touched upon the Sealing God Realm, knew. It was a mystical power that surpassed the Power of Faith. In a way, it could be called the Power of Faith, but in another, it was not.

The Power of Faith was all-encompassing, containing many forces, both positive and negative. The positive aspect could be absorbed, but the negative aspect contained countless curses, enough to poison even a Divine Spirit to death upon contact.

Legend had it that in the Ancient Era, a group of Divine Spirits discovered the use of this faith. They found they could multiply their strength exponentially by absorbing it, gaining earth-shattering power.

Achieving Divinity by absorbing the faith of mortals was a shortcut.

In the Ancient Era, many powerful experts had gone mad in their pursuit of this power of faith.

But in the end, that group of Divine Spirits was poisoned to death by the very Power of Faith they coveted.

The Power of Hope, however, was different. It was a type of faith, but an extremely pure one. It contained all the earnest hopes and prayers of living beings for the most beautiful things in the world.

The Fire of Hope was the Divine Fire born from this Power of Hope.

To put it simply, this was a Divine Fire that only a being at the Demon God Level could even come into contact with. This was precisely why ordinary experts were incapable of its Refinement.

To a being at the Demon God Level, a single wisp of the Fire of Hope was of immeasurable value.

For other experts, even if they knew of the imminent arrival of such a Heaven and Earth Divine Fire, they could only stare at it in helpless despair.

But Qin Feng was different. In his previous life, he had been a being at the Half-step Demon God Level. He knew a way to perform the Refinement of this Heaven and Earth Divine Fire.

The method to perform the Refinement of the Fire of Hope was both very simple and very difficult.

As Qin Feng pondered, a soft rustling of footsteps reached his ears.

Qin Feng looked up to see a familiar figure about a hundred paces away. Within a few breaths, that person had arrived in front of him.

"Junior Martial Uncle Qing Mu?" Qin Feng gave a wry smile as he looked at the beaming, green-robed old man leaning on his Evergreen Staff.

"Junior Martial Uncle Qing Mu, you’re an incredibly busy man. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"’Pleasure?’ Don’t be so formal, kid!" Elder Qingmu said, waving his hand. Then, his expression grew serious.

"Kid, what are your chances of winning against Long Zhan?"

His expression grew serious for a moment. After a brief pause to think, Qin Feng looked up. "Thirty percent. Based on my assessment of his strength, I only have a thirty percent chance of defeating him!"

Elder Qingmu frowned. The answer was somewhat unexpected. According to the other Elders’ calculations, Qin Feng’s chances of victory were less than ten percent.

"Too proud to admit it, young man!" Elder Qingmu said, shaking his head. "Kid, just making it into the top 100 is proof enough of your talent. In my opinion, it doesn’t matter whether you fight this fourth match or not. I think it would be better for you to forfeit!"

Seeing Qin Feng frown, Elder Qingmu thought he had wounded the boy’s pride and quickly added, "Qin Feng, your aptitude is plain for all to see. Your only disadvantage is how little time you’ve had to cultivate. Give it a few years, and you’ll surely surpass this Long Zhan!"

"You’re a Fourth Grade Alchemist of our Medicine King Hall. It isn’t worth taking such a risk for a single match!"

Elder Qingmu looked at Qin Feng earnestly, hoping the young man would recognize the danger and back down on his own.

This was the consensus of the entire Medicine King Hall.

The Elders had all witnessed Long Zhan’s ferocious power firsthand. They couldn’t allow such a young and promising Fourth Grade Alchemist to be destroyed right under their noses.

After a long moment, Qin Feng finally spoke. "Elder Qingmu, I understand what you’re saying."

He paused, glancing at Elder Qingmu, who was beginning to smile. "But for me," Qin Feng said calmly, "even if I only had a five percent chance of winning, I would still step into that arena!"

"Some people lose even with a ninety percent chance of victory. But others... even with a sliver of a chance, can emerge as the final winner!"

Finishing his sentence, Qin Feng looked up and gave Elder Qingmu a small smile. "I’m one of the latter!"

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