TRWSB – Chapter 91 Dual Fire and Water Cultivation

After the auction of a hundred items concluded, the grand doors of the auction hall swung open, and the guests began filing out.

Qi Heng carried the Snow Yan Flower, following behind Qi Shaorong and Zhuang Hao.

Many passersby couldn’t help but fix their gazes on the Snow Yan Flower in Qi Heng’s arms. Feeling a bit helpless, Qi Heng sighed inwardly. Since the Snow Yan Flower was still alive, storing it in a spatial ring would cause it to lose its vitality and drastically reduce its medicinal efficacy. Therefore, he could only hold the large potted flower in his arms, which inevitably drew attention.

Qi Shaorong leaned toward Qi Heng’s ear and teased, “Ah Heng, you’re quite the charmer. Everyone’s staring at you.”

“Young Master, stop teasing me. It’s not me that’s charming—it’s clearly the flower in my arms,” Qi Heng replied with a sigh.

Yi Chuxue exited the auction hall and glared at the Snow Yan Flower in Qi Heng’s hands, gritting her teeth audibly.

The moment Qi Shaoru stepped out, she spotted Yi Chuxue’s dark expression. “Miss Yi, I think I saw you bidding on the Snow Yan Flower earlier. What a pity you couldn’t outbid Zhuang Hao. Who would’ve thought Zhuang Hao would end up giving the flower to my Fourth Brother? For a moment, I thought Zhuang Hao was bidding to give it to you.”

Yi Chuxue shot a cold glare at Qi Shaoru and retorted, “Miss Qi, don’t just talk about me. If I can’t get it, do you think you have a chance?”

Qi Shaoru glared back at her fiercely. “Even if Zhuang Hao isn’t interested in me, there are plenty of promising young men in the capital for me to choose from. But you, Miss Yi, are in trouble. You used to have such high standards, but now even those down-and-out noble families might not bother with you.”

Yi Chuxue clenched her teeth and spat, “That’s none of your business!”

“How could I not be concerned about your marriage prospects, Miss Yi? Speaking of which, a steward in my family is currently looking for a wife. Miss Yi, should I introduce him to you? Although his looks are average, following him would ensure you’ll never go hungry or thirsty. Even a few maids in my household are vying for him,” Qi Shaoru said with a sly grin.

Yi Chuxue’s face turned red with shame and anger. “If you admire your steward so much, why don’t you marry him yourself, Miss Qi?”

In the backstage area of the auction, Yi Fan completed the handover process before stepping out.

As soon as the auction house handed Mu Tingxuan over to Yi Fan, he immediately lifted the restrictions on Mu Tingxuan, restoring his strength.

“Thank you,” Mu Tingxuan said to Yi Fan.

Yi Fan smiled somewhat nervously. “It’s too formal for you to thank me like that.”

“Did it cost you a lot of gold coins to save me?” Mu Tingxuan asked.

Yi Fan waved it off casually. “Not much. Most of it was refunded by the auction house.”

“What did you do to the mercenary group?” Mu Tingxuan instinctively asked, startled by Yi Fan’s words.

Yi Fan shrugged. “I sent them to the afterlife to enjoy themselves.”

Mu Tingxuan: “…”

As Yi Fan led Mu Tingxuan out of the auction hall, they were immediately intercepted by Elder Yanxin and a group of people.

“Thousand Faces, you’re quite arrogant!” Elder Yanxin sneered as he glared at Yi Fan.

Yi Fan replied calmly, “Not really.”

Although Yi Fan appeared slightly tense around Mu Tingxuan, he showed no fear in the face of Elder Yanxin.

“Thousand Faces, if you’re smart, hand over that person. If not, then I invite you to settle this on the dueling platform,” Elder Yanxin said coldly.

In the capital, private fights were prohibited. However, the royal family had established a dueling platform to provide a controlled outlet for conflicts among powerful individuals. The platform, often referred to as the “Life-and-Death Platform,” ensured disputes ended decisively.

“If you’re so eager, I’ll gladly accompany you,” Yi Fan said icily.

Mu Tingxuan frowned and grabbed Yi Fan’s hand. “You—”

Yi Fan smiled reassuringly at Mu Tingxuan. “Don’t worry about it.”

Elder Yanxin laughed coldly, his gaze menacing. “Impressive, impressive! I thought about sparing you, but since you’re so eager to die, I won’t stop you.”

The conflict between Elder Yanxin and Thousand Faces quickly drew attention from onlookers.

Zhuang Hao glanced at Qi Shaorong. “Aren’t you going to stop this?”

“What a perfect opportunity to showcase his abilities. Don’t you agree?” Qi Shaorong replied with a smirk.

Zhuang Hao: “…”

Shen Yuan frowned. “Qi Shaorong, Elder Yanxin’s poison manipulation skills are formidable.”

Qi Shaorong chuckled. “Really? Then it’s the perfect chance to see them in action. Let’s go watch the show.”

“Miss, what are you looking at?” Xiang Lan asked Mu Xuelan.

Mu Xuelan frowned slightly and said, “Xiang Lan, don’t you think Qianmian looks a bit familiar?”

Xiang Lan looked puzzled. “Miss, what’s wrong? How could Qianmian look familiar?”

“His voice and his figure from the back… they really resemble…”

Xiang Lan, still confused, asked, “Miss, who does Qianmian resemble?”

Mu Xuelan shook her head. “No one, it’s nothing… How could it be the same person? Yi Fan and Qianmian are worlds apart.”

“Miss, everyone else has gone to watch the excitement. Should we go too?” Xiang Lan asked eagerly.

Mu Xuelan nodded. “Let’s go and have a look.”

Yanxin Elder and Yi Fan approached the duel platform together. Yanxin Elder looked at Yi Fan and said earnestly, “Young man, it’s not too late to hand over that ugly beast and call this off. You’re young and have a bright future. Why waste it over such a hideous creature?” On the duel platform, neither side could leave unless one of them perished.

Yi Fan glanced at Yanxin Elder and replied, “You talk too much.”

Annoyed, Yanxin Elder glared at Yi Fan as he leaped onto the life-and-death platform. Yanxin Elder followed, summoning a massive toad upon entering.

“What on earth is that?” Qi Shaorong asked.

“That’s Yanxin Elder’s contract beast, the Seven-Colored Venom Toad. It’s extremely poisonous. Ordinary people wouldn’t survive an encounter with it,” Shen Yuan explained.

Yanxin Elder’s toad resembled a terrestrial toad but was several thousand times larger. Its surface was covered in multicolored lumps, making it look particularly horrifying. It flicked its crimson tongue while spurting green venom as its mouth opened and closed.

“That venom toad looks sturdy. Yanxin Elder must have spent considerable effort raising it,” Qi Shaorong remarked.

Shen Yuan nodded. “Indeed, Yanxin Elder’s combat abilities aren’t exceptional. Most of his strength lies in his mastery of poison.”

Qi Shaorong chuckled. “Is that so?”

A scarlet snake flew out from Yi Fan’s wrist, growing to a length of five to six meters in midair. The once-aggressive toad instantly showed signs of fear upon seeing the snake.

The blood-red snake opened its jaws and swallowed the Seven-Colored Venom Toad whole. Although it was only as thick as a bowl, it devoured the one-meter-long toad effortlessly. After its feast, its belly swelled significantly, appearing uncomfortably bloated.

From the moment the blood snake was summoned to the toad being swallowed, only an instant had passed. What the crowd had anticipated as an intense battle ended in the blink of an eye, leaving them both shocked and slightly disappointed.

Zhuang Hao noticed the faint smile on Qi Shaorong’s face and frowned slightly. The mercenaries from Mohe had all died from poisoning—Yanxin Elder had finally met his match.

Qi Shaorong glanced at the snake on the ground. “That snake seems to have had a feast. It looks stuffed.”

“The Seven-Colored Venom Toad is incredibly toxic. I wonder if the snake can handle it,” Zhuang Hao commented.

Qi Shaorong smiled. “Don’t worry about that.” Yi Fan’s snake had been raised using a Gu cultivation method and had consumed countless poisonous creatures. A mere toad was nothing.

The blood snake’s swollen belly gradually shrank back to its normal size.

Yanxin Elder finally snapped out of his daze and erupted in anger. Glaring at Yi Fan and his snake, he shouted, “What did your contract beast do?”

“Old man, have you gone senile? What did it do? When food is delivered to its mouth, naturally, it eats it,” Yi Fan replied.

Yanxin Elder glared at Yi Fan with hatred. “You little brat, I’ll make you pay!”

Summoning a bone staff, Yanxin Elder began chanting a spell.

“Idiot,” Yi Fan muttered, waving his staff. An ice dragon roared towards Yanxin Elder, interrupting his incantation before it was complete.

Zhuang Hao’s eyes flickered with surprise. “Qianmian has already reached level seven. He’s ahead of you now.”

Qi Shaorong raised his eyebrows. Back in the secret realm, Yi Fan had been level six. He must have advanced after the competition. “He’s more focused than I am. It’s only natural he’s stronger.”

Yanxin Elder conjured a black shield to block Yi Fan’s attack.

Zhuang Hao glanced at Qi Shaorong. “Qianmian seems to have just reached level seven. Yanxin Elder, however, has been at this level for years. It won’t be easy for Qianmian to win.”

“If he gets serious, it won’t take long,” Qi Shaorong replied.

Qi Shaorong called out loudly, “Ah Qian, wrap it up quickly, or we’ll miss dinner!”

As soon as Qi Shaorong spoke, Yi Fan’s magical energy surged violently.

Zhuang Hao’s eyes widened. “This is…”

In the sky, water and fire elements boiled simultaneously. Five ice dragons and five fire dragons emerged, intertwining with each other. The opposing elements collided, creating a massive explosion. The dual-element magic detonation produced power akin to a full-force strike from a level-eight mage. Yanxin Elder was obliterated instantly.

The explosive combination of extreme cold and heat made it feel as if the audience had been transported to the poles.

Zhuang Hao looked at Qi Shaorong in astonishment. “He can use fire magic?”

Qi Shaorong nodded. “Yes. Like me, he has a dual-element constitution with opposing attributes.”

Zhuang Hao stared at Qi Shaorong. “I suspect that’s not the only thing you two have in common. If Qianmian can use fire magic, then the person who injured Yi Bing in the secret realm might very well be…”

Qi Shaorong looked at Zhuang Hao and said lightly, “Young Master Zhuang, what similarities do you think we have?”

Zhuang Hao furrowed his brows. “Nothing worth mentioning.”