Whoosh~!

On the stone platform, Zilan gently closed her beautiful eyes. In just three minutes, Qin Yang felt the fire spiritual energy within the tower gather within Zilan's body through her skin.

"So quickly, able to channel the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi into the body, truly worthy of the Fire Spirit Body."

Qin Yang's expression changed slightly, a flash of shock appearing in his eyes.

Ordinary cultivators need three to five days to channel the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi into their bodies, while those with slightly better qualifications might take a day or half a day.

Zilan, however, managed to channel the fire spiritual energy of the Heaven and Earth into her body in just three minutes, the Fire Spirit Body is indeed extraordinary.

"This is the difference in talent."

Qin Yang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

As the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi flowed into Zilan's body, a slight blush appeared on her fair skin, with some fire spiritual energy gathered within her skin, flesh, and bones.

"Zilan, now follow the spiritual energy circulation route described in the 'Vermilion Bird Flame Scripture' cultivation method, channel these spiritual energies through your meridians, and finally transform them into a trace of spiritual power that settles in the dantian."

Seeing the spiritual energy channeled into Zilan's body was almost sufficient, Qin Yang spoke.

Zilan kept her beautiful eyes closed, starting to guide the spiritual energy within her body to flow through her meridians.

A quarter of an hour later, Zilan followed the recorded method of spiritual energy circulation in the 'Vermilion Bird Flame Scripture', channeling the spiritual energy through her body, transforming it into a trace of spiritual power that settled in her dantian.

Zilan's pair of eyes opened, those clear eyes showing a hint of delight.

"Brother Qin Yang, it worked."

Zilan exclaimed joyfully, then with a flick of her slender hand, a pure crimson flame rose on the tip of her index finger.

Upon seeing this, Qin Yang's eyes suddenly brightened.

Zilan's talent is truly remarkable; only about twenty minutes had passed, and her dantian already contained a trace of spiritual power, which she easily summoned.

"Yes, not bad, just like this. Once the spiritual power in the dantian increases a bit more, you'll reach the initial stage of the Immortal Warrior."

Qin Yang nodded, saying happily.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, it would probably take around ten days to achieve what Zilan has now. This is the talent that comes with extraordinary constitutions, truly awe-inspiring.

This is the reason powerful sects and various old monsters compete for those with transcendent talent; the difference between the two is not just a little.

"Yes, Brother Qin Yang."

Upon hearing this, Zilan playfully smiled, nodded, then collected herself and closed her eyes, entering into cultivation.

"I should cultivate as well."

Seeing Zilan enter into cultivation, Qin Yang smiled slightly, his eyes flickering with light as he spoke.

Within the Vermilion Bird Flame Tower, the fire energy and Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi were abundant, presenting an exceptionally favorable condition.

It's the perfect opportunity to break through to the middle stage peak of the Immortal Master Realm, enhancing physical strength through the fire energy here.

At the moment, Qin Yang chose the stone platform's other side, sat down, activated the Nine Revolutions Star Technique, and entered into cultivation, beginning to condense the one hundred seventy-third drop of spiritual liquid.

When the spiritual liquid reaches two hundred drops, Qin Yang will attain the middle stage peak of the Immortal Master Realm.

On the second level of the Vermilion Bird Flame Tower, time quietly passed.

While Qin Yang and Zilan entered into cultivation.

At this moment, in Europe, across half the globe.

In France, it was exactly midnight.

A massive, full moon hung in the night sky.

The cold moonlight bathed the one hundred thousand acres of vineyards beside the Garonne River.

Within these vineyards, an ancient castle stood quietly in the night.

Behind the castle grew vast fields of aconite grass.

At a glance, the end was almost unseen.

Each stalk of aconite grass was blooming with ghostly blue flowers, swaying gently in the night breeze.

Western legends say that during the full bloom of aconite grass under a full moon, even a pure-hearted person, one who does not forget to pray at night, may have the tendency to transform into a werewolf.

However, this is just a rumor; transforming into a werewolf requires werewolf bloodline.

Amidst the vast expanses of ghostly blue aconite grass, stood an ancient wolf clan altar.

The altar was surrounded by ancient patterns, marked by the baptism of time, leaving mottled traces.

At the moment, beneath the altar, were dozens of figures.

These figures were all tall and imposing Westerners.

The most central and forward person was dressed in an European aristocratic tunic, with a tall nose and handsome features, golden hair, and deep blue eyes. The whole person exuded an innate noble aura.

At this moment, those deep blue eyes were gradually being covered by crimson, as the full moon in the night sky climbed higher.

Those crimson eyes, filled with endless fervor and worship, were fixed on the stone platform at the altar's center.

On that stone platform, lay a silver chalice.

The mouth of the silver chalice was as large as a bowl, with ancient patterns on it, emitting a sacred silver light under the moonlight, appearing holy and extraordinary.

However, at this moment, the color of the liquid within the silver chalice was chilling.

The bowl-sized silver chalice was filled with a strange blood-red liquid, almost spilling over. The blood-red color was intensely pure, exuding a powerful, unsettling wave.

"Kekeke, tonight is the night the 'Moonlight Chalice' is filled to the brim. I have waited ten years for this day; after tonight, I, Prince Barrello, will become even more powerful!"

Those crimson eyes gleamed with the light of a devotee, staring at the Moonlight Chalice, letting out a loud, sinister laugh, a voice filled with endless pride and arrogance.

This tall Westerner, dressed in aristocratic tunic, was the wolf clan's Prince Barrello, overseeing the Bordeaux family's Asian assets.

However, previously, the werewolves of Barrello's faction had been driven out of Huaxia by Qin Yang.

Behind Prince Barrello were two elders in red, their aura strong, even surpassing the Count Hilcon whom Qin Yang had killed earlier. At this moment, these two red-clad elders also had fiery light flickering in their eyes.

These two red-clad elders were members of the Bordeaux clan's Elder Council, holding the title of Duke, and were people of Barrello's faction.

Behind the red-clad elders were the black-clad steward Dacil and Curtis Viscount, responsible for Asian affairs intelligence.

Behind these four were thirty Wolf Shadow Guards, direct personal guards of Barrello.

All these people were looking at the Moonlight Chalice on the stone platform with fervor, then turning their gazes to the night sky, towards the massive full moon.

Watching as that moon, shining with endless icy moonlight, moved bit by bit toward the very center of the night sky.

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