"Boss, look above your head!" Fatty was the first to notice the change in the Netherworld Demon Flame.

Hearing this, the Wolf King and Lu Hong looked up.

"What's going on?" the Wolf King exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"Huh?" Qin Feiyang glanced at them, puzzled. What's got them so worked up?

However, when he finally looked up and saw the Netherworld Demon Flame's transformation, his pupils contracted slightly. What's happening? I haven't reactivated the Netherworld Demon Flame!

WHOOSH! Suddenly, wisps of black flame shot violently toward Qin Feiyang.

A rebellion? Qin Feiyang paused, his gaze abruptly turning cold. With a mere thought, the black flames vanished into thin air. The revived Netherworld Demon Flame returned to normal.

The Wolf King sidled up to him. "Xiao Qinzi, what happened?" he asked curiously.

"I don't know either." Qin Feiyang shook his head. He temporarily set down the iron box, extended his arm, and the Netherworld Demon Flame settled onto his palm.

He sensed it carefully for a moment; the Netherworld Demon Flame didn't seem to have changed at all. But why would it suddenly act up? There must be a reason!

After a moment of contemplation, he decided to stop controlling the Netherworld Demon Flame, curious to see what it intended to do.

Freed from his control, the Netherworld Demon Flame immediately lunged towards Qin Feiyang's left hand like an untamed horse.

"Hmm?" Qin Feiyang raised an eyebrow. Is it really rebelling?

However, the outcome was far beyond his expectations. The Netherworld Demon Flame's target wasn't him at all; it was the pill flame on his left hand!

Like a ravenous wolf, the Netherworld Demon Flame pounced on the pill flame. Streaks of pitch-black demonic flame erupted, completely enveloping the pill flame.

Then, an astonishing scene unfolded: the Netherworld Demon Flame was actually devouring the pill flame!

There was no mistaking it—it was devouring it!

Engulfed by the demonic flames, the pill flame was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In contrast, the Netherworld Demon Flame burned with increasing intensity.

Qin Feiyang and the others exchanged bewildered glances. So, after all this, the Netherworld Demon Flame wanted to devour that pill flame? But this is too incredible, isn't it?

The Wolf King asked in amazement, "Xiao Qinzi, have you ever encountered anything like this in the Imperial Capital?"

"I swear, never!" Qin Feiyang shook his head.

"Damn it, you really are from the Imperial Capital!" exclaimed the Tunneling Beast, which had intended to continue its secluded cultivation. It abruptly opened its eyes, which now glinted as it stared at Qin Feiyang.

But at that moment, no one paid it any mind; all eyes were fixed on the Netherworld Demon Flame.

After about ten breaths, the pill flame vanished completely. The revived Netherworld Demon Flame finally calmed down.

But at the same time, new information surfaced in Qin Feiyang's mind—information about the Netherworld Demon Flame.

Qin Feiyang closed his eyes and carefully processed this new data. A moment later, he snapped his eyes open, two brilliant beams of light erupting from them!

"What is it?" Fatty and the others asked, looking at him with surprised curiosity.

Qin Feiyang announced, "The Netherworld Demon Flame is a second grade pill flame."

The Wolf King said, "Are you out of your mind? It's just a second grade pill flame. What's there to be so excited about?"

Qin Feiyang chuckled. "If it were just an ordinary second grade pill flame, I certainly wouldn't be this excited."

"What do you mean?" the Wolf King asked, perplexed.

"Although the Netherworld Demon Flame is only a second grade pill flame, it possesses an astounding ability: it can upgrade its grade by devouring other pill flames!" Qin Feiyang explained.

The Wolf King was dumbfounded. A pill flame's grade can be upgraded? Is he kidding me? But it seemed Xiao Qinzi rarely joked about such matters.

Fatty asked in astonishment, "Then how many pill flames does it need to devour? Can it devour any type of pill flame?"

"Of course not," Qin Feiyang replied. "The Netherworld Demon Flame can only devour pill flames of the same grade. Right now, since the Netherworld Demon Flame is a second grade pill flame, it can only devour other second grade pill flames. Furthermore, it needs to devour three different second grade pill flames to advance to Third Grade. Similarly, once the Netherworld Demon Flame reaches Third Grade, it will need to devour three Third Grade pill flames to advance to the fourth rank."

"Damn, that's incredibly powerful!" Fatty was speechless. He then asked, "So, if it devours a First-Rank pill flame now, will there be any effect?"

"There would be an effect, but it would be so minimal as to be negligible," Qin Feiyang stated. "Only by devouring pill flames of the same grade can its true potential be realized."

"Amazing!" Fatty stared at the Netherworld Demon Flame, his eyes filled with awe.

Lu Hong frowned slightly. "Don't mind me raining on your parade, but don't get your hopes up too soon."

"Why not?" the Wolf King asked, confused.

Lu Hong explained, "You all know how rare pill flames are. Finding three different second grade pill flames for it to devour is practically impossible."

Qin Feiyang and the others paused, wry smiles appearing on their faces. Lu Hong was right. Although the Netherworld Demon Flame could be upgraded, pill flames were exceedingly rare. Upgrading it even once would be harder than ascending to the heavens.

Fatty asked, "That pill flame it just devoured, what grade was it?"

"Second grade," Qin Feiyang replied.

"So that means it only needs to devour two more second grade pill flames for the Netherworld Demon Flame to reach Third Grade," Fatty mused. "Master Fatty recalls the three leaders mentioning their tribes possess pill flames, right? Why don't we just go and plunder them? Perhaps the pill flames in their tribes are all second grade."

Qin Feiyang's eyes lit up.

The Wolf King urged, "There's no time to lose! Let's get to it!"

"Get to it? Get real!" Qin Feiyang's expression darkened, and he promptly rapped the Wolf King on the head.

Of course, he knew that if the Netherworld Demon Flame could be upgraded to Third Grade, he would be able to refine Top Grade Pills with two Elixir Patterns. But right now, even getting out was a problem, let alone traveling to the three major tribes.

Fatty suddenly asked, "Boss, can the Netherworld Demon Flame devour a pill flame of a higher grade than itself?"

"No," Qin Feiyang shook his head.

Lu Hong then asked, "Was the Netherworld Demon Flame already a second grade pill flame when it first appeared?"

"Yes," Qin Feiyang nodded.

Lu Hong smiled faintly. "It seems Zuo An was unaware of this ability of the Netherworld Demon Flame. Otherwise, he would have fought you to the death for it back then."

"Indeed, he didn't know," Qin Feiyang affirmed. "The Netherworld Demon Flame is special. It only truly bonds with a master after devouring another pill flame. Only then does the information about it appear in the master's mind. Enough talk for now. Wasn't that woman looking for me? I'll go out and speak with her."

Lu Hong cautioned, "Then you need to be careful."

Qin Feiyang nodded. He picked up the iron box, gave it a few more curious glances, then stored it in his Qiankun Bag.

WHOOSH!

The next moment, he was outside.

"So, you finally came out," one of the three leaders sneered. "I was beginning to think you were actually capable of something. Turns out you're nothing special."

Cold glints flashed in the eyes of the three leaders.

Qin Feiyang chuckled. "I may not be much, but at least I haven't become someone else's watchdog."

"Who are you calling a watchdog?" the snake-skinned old man's eyes turned frigid.

Qin Feiyang stated calmly, "Whoever is standing before me, that's who I'm referring to."

"Bastard!"

"If it weren't for your selfishness, abandoning us, would we be in this situation now?"

"Little Bastard, if not for our Master's orders, I'd kill you right now!"

The three of them spoke with venomous hostility.

"Me, selfish?" Qin Feiyang scoffed. "That's ridiculous! Do you really think I don't know what you were plotting? If that woman hadn't appeared back then, once the Meng Family was dealt with, I would have been next to die. Am I wrong?"

The three leaders' eyes blazed with fury, as if they wished they could tear Qin Feiyang limb from limb.

Qin Feiyang said, "Don't glare at me like that. I have no interest in you. Right now, you're not even qualified to speak with me. Take me to your master, quickly."

"Just you wait!" one snarled. "Sooner or later, you'll die a horrible death!"

With sinister smiles, the three of them surrounded Qin Feiyang and escorted him towards a large hall. Ten guards stood at the entrance. Upon seeing Qin Feiyang approach, their eyes all glinted with a chilling animosity.

The snake-skinned old man said with schadenfreude, "See that? The Meng Family members are dying to tear you to pieces."

Qin Feiyang replied nonchalantly, "So what? It's still better than being someone's lapdog."

"You're courting death!" The snake-skinned old man whirled around, glaring daggers at Qin Feiyang.

"Go on, try and touch me," Qin Feiyang challenged, utterly fearless.

HUMPH! The snake-skinned old man snorted coldly, then turned and continued towards the hall.

Shortly after, the four of them arrived before the main hall. The snake-skinned old man bowed. "Master, we've brought Qin Feiyang."

"Bring him up," the middle-aged woman's voice drifted from a room on the second floor.

The three leaders led Qin Feiyang into the hall, straight up the stairs, and stopped before a closed door. During this time, Qin Feiyang had considered looking for a chance to escape, but the three watched him like hawks, giving him no opportunity whatsoever.

The snake-skinned old man said respectfully, "Master, he's here."

The middle-aged woman replied, "Come in."

The snake-skinned old man pushed the door open, revealing a lounge about ten zhang across. The middle-aged woman was seated by a tea table, sipping tea and observing Qin Feiyang.

"Get in!" the burly man among the leaders forcefully shoved Qin Feiyang.

Qin Feiyang's eyebrow twitched. He glanced back at the three leaders, a frigid glint deep in his eyes. Then, he strode into the lounge and casually sat down opposite the middle-aged woman.

Without any ceremony, he picked up the teapot, grabbed a cup, poured himself some tea, and took a sip. He nodded with a smile. "Not bad. Madam, you certainly know how to enjoy life."

"Insolence!"

"How dare you be disrespectful in front of Madam!"

The three leaders roared furiously and lunged towards Qin Feiyang.

"Stand down," the middle-aged woman said faintly.

The three men froze. The snake-skinned old man protested, "Madam, he is being so disrespectful! He should be dealt with severely!"

The middle-aged woman's brow furrowed. "I will say this one last time: stand down."

"Yes, Madam!" the three replied respectfully. They shot Qin Feiyang a venomous glare before bowing and exiting the lounge, closing the door tightly behind them.

They had intended to use the perceived disrespect as a pretext to eliminate Qin Feiyang. They hadn't expected, however, to be the ones reprimanded by the middle-aged woman.

Why was a mere War King more important than the three of them, who were War Emperors? On what grounds?

Their indignation seethed within them, and their resentment towards Qin Feiyang deepened further.

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