Chapter 4963: Settled

He hadn't expected to see a woman in azure here. Judging by her appearance, she was only in her twenties, yet unexpectedly, her cultivation was remarkably powerful.

Possessing formidable strength himself, he could instantly discern the sinister aura permeating this place and knew how difficult it would be to purge. He had assumed an elderly predecessor would intervene here, but never imagined it would be this woman.

He suppressed the turmoil within, hiding the shock and bewilderment in his eyes. His gaze flickered as he watched the flames spreading beneath her feet in the wind and rain.

If his eyes did not deceive him, that was Heavenly Fire. Only Heavenly Fire possessed the power to utterly consume such evil energy. Historically, cultivators who possessed innate Heavenly Fire were mostly alchemists or artifact forgers. But which path did this woman follow? Or both? And how could she wield such formidable power?

Feng Jiu merely turned her head to glance indifferently at the figure approaching from behind before fixing her gaze back on the willow tree.

The flames on the ground rippled outward in concentric circles, converging toward the tree's center. The scorched earth beneath them was not merely drenched by rain—the soil itself had been charred black and cracked dry, let alone the roots hidden beneath.

The air was filled with the sound of a reluctant roar, now growing faint. Yet it persisted, asking over and over: "Who are you? Who are you? Who are you, exactly? Who..."

Hearing the echoing voice, the middle-aged man behind stirred slightly. He glanced at the woman in green robes. Not only did the Yin Fiend want to know, but he himself also yearned to discover—who exactly was this woman?

"Running into me was your bad luck," Feng Jiu spoke slowly, her voice cold and detached. As her words fell, the flames on the ground had already reached the middle of the willow tree, climbing upward along its trunk.

Hissing sounds mingled with wisps of black smoke billowing upward, only to dissipate into the vastness of sky and earth. Simultaneously, the roaring voice gradually fell silent.

Just as the willow was completely consumed, the storm-laden, gloomy sky began to clear. The dark clouds lifted, the wind died down, and the rain ceased. After the tempest, blue skies and white clouds emerged, and a rainbow arched over the ruined temple.

At that moment, a ball of flame carried a small, rectangular box, flying toward her and landing before her feet.

Feng Jiu raised an eyebrow, glancing at the so-called rectangular box. To her surprise, it was a small coffin made of black divine wood.

"So that's how it is." It was the black divine wood nurturing that Yin-evil energy—no wonder it dared to take the form of a willow tree. Had she not happened to pass by and encounter this today, likely no one could have stopped that Yin-evil energy from taking shape.

With a flick of her wrist, the ebony coffin plunged into the flames. Soon, the scent of ebony wood wafted from the fire, until finally, not even ashes remained—it vanished completely within the flames.

She turned and glanced at the dilapidated temple.

Originally, she had planned to burn the dilapidated temple after sheltering from the rain, consuming the Yin aura entirely. Now that the Yin aura had been purged, whether the temple burned or not was of little consequence.

She brushed the azure robe on her body, satisfied that the matter was settled, and prepared to leave. Just then, the middle-aged man called out to her.

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