A group of people couldn't understand what was happening. Chu Jingtang asked, "Master, what is this?"

Shi Chun replied, "An Wuzhi and Zhu Xiangxin, stay close to me on both sides. Everyone else, spread out and remain on guard. If someone approaches, sound the alarm."

Initially, no one knew what he was doing. When they saw him following the direction of the smoke, they suddenly realized something and exchanged looks.

An Wuzhi and Zhu Xiangxin's hearts were pounding; they quickly followed Shi Chun closely, one on each side. When Shi Chun stopped, they stopped. When Shi Chun moved, they moved, not daring to step ahead even by half a step. Truly, they had never been so obedient in their lives.

Chu Jingtang and the others exchanged glances once again, each secretly thinking: Master must have come in well-prepared.

Now they finally understood why the Master had found the Divine Fire Red Flame in the land of molten lava before.

Without anyone teaching them, they knew this secret technique was of great importance and shouldn't be seen by others.

Quickly, several of them pointed in different directions and dispersed to nearby positions, remaining alert while walking at a steady pace with Shi Chun.

The ground was mostly firm, and beneath the bizarre metallic branches, there were blocks of iron resembling wax droplets—some exposed on the surface, and some buried deep in the sand, apparently melted from the branches.

It was like the tears of iron trees.

There were also many mottled traces on the trunk where the metal had solidified while flowing.

From the perspective of these outsiders, it was a very strange and eerie place.

As they walked on, guided by the smoke, they reached their destination above, but Shi Chun stopped in front of a dead-end, facing a long metallic dam with some small holes, yet none big enough for a person to enter through.

Shi Chun immediately instructed, "The target might very well be underground. Look around and see if there's an entrance leading downward."

"Yes," An Wuzhi and Zhu Xiangxin replied respectfully, reverence coming genuinely from their hearts.

Now, unless one was a fool, one wouldn't know what the Master was searching for.

It was clear they were avoiding the people from the Four Cauldron Sect. What did this mean? It meant nothing less than that the Mingshan Sect intended to keep the discovery for themselves.

Now, with Tong Mingshan absent, and the Master having them follow by his side, it was obvious—he must be helping them search for the Divine Fire.

Their hearts throbbed with excitement, hands trembled, ready to do whatever was asked of them.

Not long after the two had departed, Zhu Xiangxin quickly returned, pointing in a direction and whispered, "Master, there's an entrance not far from here that people can walk through."

Soon after, An Wuzhi also arrived, saying he had found another downward entrance on the other side.

Shi Chun tilted his head and signaled to first check the entrance Zhu Xiangxin had found.

Zhu Xiangxin hastened to lead the way, bringing them to a spacious opening wide enough to accommodate a carriage.

At first, there was a lot of sand on the ground, which soon gave way to rough, dung-like accumulations as the light gradually faded. An Wuzhi and Zhu Xiangxin then took out their Sandal Gold Illuminations.

They hadn't walked much longer when the path narrowed, and they came upon a junction without knowing which side to take. Both looked again to Shi Chun, waiting for his decision.

Shi Chun, holding a mysterious incense stick, didn't know which way to go either. It could be said it was a flaw of his superpower in the right eye. In this large mass of metal, where the color was quite uniform, he really couldn't discern the internal pathways.

He could only proceed with the situation, saying, "This incense can only indicate the direction of the target, not the path. You two go and check out each side, and I'll wait here."

The first part of his statement finally confirmed what An and Zhu had guessed in their hearts: the Master's incense could indeed sense the Divine Fire. They didn't know what treasure it was—unheard of. This Master truly was unfathomable.

"Yes." The two acknowledged their orders and went their separate ways.

They left quickly and returned just as fast.

Before long, the two had brought Chu Jingtang, Chen Wuji, and Hao Ji with them.

When they found Shi Chun, the five of them were a bit astonished to see five large bags of white ash placed before Shi Chun, not knowing where they came from, and could only assume Shi Chun also had a Qiankun Bag.

Chu Jingtang asked, "Master, what is this?"

Shi Chun answered, "Nothing much, just some white ash for you to mark the paths on the ground."

This was still from the last Sky Rain Meteor Conference, used against Mulan Qingqing. Wu Jinliang had made a lot at the time, and since the Qiankun Bracelet's space was large enough, it had been stored there without being disturbed until now, finally proving useful.

Chu Jingtang and the others had gained a bit of an insight—realizing the Master's preparation for the trip was unusually thorough, even having prepared so much white ash was simply astounding.

Shi Chun waved away the details, giving instructions, "The reason for scattering this white ash on the road is to make it easier to find the way and prevent you from getting lost on your way back. Remember to scatter the ash as you go, and if you encounter a dead end, retreat. When you return to the fork, remember to smooth out the ash at the dead end so you won't take the wrong path again."

"Judging from the response of this 'Fire God Incense', there is indeed Divine Fire here, about two hundred feet deep below us. What we need to do now is to find a path that leads closer to it. When you choose a path, try to choose one that goes downward."

Everyone nodded in unison, yet their gazes couldn't help but be drawn to the incense in his hand, noting that the smoke from the stick was indeed bending downwards.

They firmly remembered a phrase, this thing was called "Fire God Incense." It looked quite ordinary and unremarkable, yet it possessed such magical properties. Goodness, if those Artifact Refining Sects knew about it, they would probably go crazy. This was indeed a great revelation.

Of course, the heart was even more amazed. It was truly unknown where this master got such a miraculous treasure. The world is indeed filled with wonders.

Shi Chun suddenly asked, "I ask you two practicing the Fire Attribute Skill, when you encounter the Divine Fire, can you capture it?"

An Wuzhi and Zhu Xiangxin considered it before Zhu Xiangxin said, "I haven't experienced it, so I don't know."

An Wuzhi nodded as well, "Neither have I."

None were confident.

Shi Chun immediately pointed at the cave walls around them, "Look at these walls, there are many small holes, obviously burned by fire, which means Divine Fire can penetrate here. This tricky place, once it escapes, it will be very difficult to catch. So everyone, don't startle it. Be gentle in your movements, and if you spot the light of the Divine Fire, retreat immediately. Don't disturb it until we regroup and strategize to approach it together in hopes of capturing it all at once. Understand my meaning?"

"Okay," some responded verbally while others nodded.

Shi Chun waved his hand to signal, "Everyone, grab a bag and start."

Thus, five of them each took a large bag of ash and split into two groups, each entering a different tunnel, An Wuzhi and Chu Jingtang on one side, the other three on another.

The fellows diligently followed Shi Chun's instructions, while Shi Chun continued to use his right eye superpower to observe the movements of the five, seeing whose path would come closest to the target...

"Stop running!"

"Leave the Divine Fire and spare your lives!"

In the sky, led by the bald Qian Qie from Red Cloud Castle, they closely pursued Wu Jinliang and two others, shouting loudly from time to time.

Flying on the Wind Scale, how could Wu Jinliang possibly believe their nonsense? He did nothing but drive the Wind Scale with all his might.

Luckily, the Wind Scale's maximum speed was fixed, and no matter how high one's cultivation was, the speed was the same. Those fleeing worked hard, and those chasing weren't having an easy time either; in the sky, it was just a trail of light.

Youu Mu and Tong Mingshan occasionally looked at Wu Jinliang and noticed that he was not afraid at all, just chuckling, oblivious to what joy he found in the situation.

Observing the geographical features ahead, Wu Jinliang recognized a familiar terrain and chuckled again, steering the Wind Scale directly towards the highest peak.

Sitting cross-legged under a large gavel at the mountain summit, ten elders turned their heads in unison upon seeing the three figures swiftly descending before them, their scales gathering like flying petals in one person's hands.

The elders' first reaction was to stare at the bright red flames in Tong Mingshan's hands.

Someone exclaimed in surprise, "Divine Fire Red Flame?"

Then they realized that the three who had descended from the sky were old acquaintances, with the other two possibly unrecognized, but the one carrying the Big Gourd and brandishing an exaggeratedly large knife had to be known; they could even call out his name.

Wu Jinliang plunged his large knife into the ground. First, he bowed respectfully, and then immediately pointed towards the group circling in the sky, too afraid to descend, and pleaded, "Respected elders, they are chasing us to kill us. Please uphold justice for us!"

Those flying in circles on their Wind Scales in the sky were indeed at a loss. They had chased all this way without realizing where they had ended up and did not understand what the big fellow below was pointing and gesturing about.

On another mountain's slope, Lao Changtai and two Four Cauldron Sect disciples were crouching low, spying.

One of the Four Cauldron Sect disciples said, "What's going on? That person looks like Wu Jinliang."

The other replied, "It's not just 'looks like'—that tall figure, the Big Gourd, and the large knife, that's definitely Wu Jinliang. And the Divine Fire he's holding, we just saw it, isn't that Sect Leader Tong? And the one dressed in our clothes looks like Senior Brother Youu. Let's go down and see." He was about to stand up and show himself.

"Hold on," Lao Changtai quickly called out, then pointed at the group in the sky, "It looks like they are being chased."

The one about to stand hastily crouched down again, muttering, "Why are they being chased again? Did the killers not even bother to cover their faces this time?"

Lao Changtai hurriedly tore at his hair, letting it fall over his face, then looked back at the clothing on the two companions, reassuring himself because it was fire-damaged, hopefully unrecognizable from the sky.

The ten elders looked at the group above and then at the three guys in front of them. One elder was puzzled and asked, "Wu Jinliang, isn't this your second time? Why do you always end up being chased?"

Tong Mingshan secretly sweated, having no choice; the first time Wu Jinliang was chased, he was the one doing the chasing.

Holding the Wind Scale in his hands, Wu Jinliang refused to let go and, imitating Shi Chun's respectfully polite manner, sighed, "Respected elders, I have come to understand what it means to be envied. We haven't provoked or offended anyone, yet there are always those who bully others with their power. It's truly detestable and we hope the respected elders will uphold justice for us."

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