His skin felt like it was being roasted over a bonfire lit by a demon, yet strangely, the rhino leather armor he wore did not burn to ashes. Instead, the armor absorbed the exploding spiritual fire, creating thick plumes of purple smoke that blanketed the entire field.
"Ow, ow, ow! I am being toasted! I am really going to become a cultivator kebab if this keeps up!" Zarox screamed in panic, his eyes clamped shut. He rolled around on the ground, disregarding his dignity as a newly victorious sect disciple. Suddenly, Master Vaelin appeared amidst the fog and smoke. The man landed gracefully, his white robes unblemished. With a single wave of his hand, he dispelled the spiritual fire with a wave of pure energy. "Get up, you foolish brat. You are being far too loud." Zarox stopped his rolling and opened one eye. He saw Master Vaelin standing before him with a look that was hard to decipher, somewhere between irritation and being impressed. Zarox immediately scrambled to his feet, even though his legs still felt shaky from the weight of the armor, which was starting to heat up from the residual energy. "Master! You came! I was almost turned into charred food! Who did this? Is this an assassination attempt? I demand justice, or at the very least, I want to transfer to a safer sect, maybe one that does not have enemies who enjoy blowing up their own disciples!" Zarox protested in a high-pitched voice. Vaelin let out a long sigh, a rare sight indeed. He pointed to the sky where the remains of the light needles were slowly fading into dust particles. "This is a Light Manipulation technique: Astral Needle Rain. Someone isn't just trying to kill you, Zarox. They are trying to test you. Or perhaps, they are attempting to lure out something hiding within you." "Something? What? Hidden talent? Or maybe just some excess fat they want to use as medicine ingredients?" Zarox felt his chest, making sure the Aegis Cauldron was still tucked behind his armor. "Follow me," Vaelin commanded curtly. He didn't wait for an answer, immediately turning and walking toward his private pavilion. Zarox had no choice but to follow. As he walked, he kept grumbling about how unfair this cultivation world was. "Sect Master, do you know how expensive this armor was? If it breaks, can I claim insurance? I feel like the sect should be responsible for its students' safety. This is a very toxic work environment for my mental health." Vaelin stopped right in front of a meditation room surrounded by blue energy seals. "Get in. You need to learn how to control the volatile energy in your body. I saw you use a nonsensical technique, but you have no control at all. If you keep this up, that cauldron, or your own body, will explode one day." Zarox swallowed hard. "You know about the cauldron?" "I am the Sect Master of Sky Peak. Nothing escapes my sight," Vaelin replied coldly. "Now, sit and focus. I will teach you the proper basics of Light Manipulation, not how to scream while rolling around on the ground." Zarox sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, his hands trembling. Vaelin began to guide him, directing him on how to focus spiritual energy into his palms. However, instead of a subtle light, Zarox released an overflowing surge of energy. His hands glowed intensely, nearly blinding his eyes. "Focus, Zarox! Do not let the energy overwhelm you!" Vaelin commanded sharply. "I'm trying! But the energy feels like it wants to burst out all at once!" Zarox shrieked. He felt as though a massive dam inside him had just burst. Zarox tried to modify the technique. He remembered how he had used the Aegis Cauldron to change the quality of objects. He imagined his energy not as a weapon, but as a shroud, an illusory shield that could make him disappear or, at the very least, make him look like an inanimate object so he wouldn't be a target. "Don't do that!" Vaelin shouted, realizing what Zarox was planning. But it was too late. Zarox slammed his hands onto the ground. BZZZZT! Instead of an illusion, a massive surge of energy erupted, striking the light-absorbing crystals on the walls. The room shook violently. The wooden walls of the dormitory, which were part of the main structure of the student area, began to crack. "Master, I think I just made a huge mistake!" Zarox panicked, trying to pull his energy back, but his power only surged more. "Stop!" Vaelin tried to erect a protective barrier, but Zarox's energy was too wild and erratic. BOOM! An explosion of pure light radiated from Zarox's room, obliterating the wooden walls in front of him and toppling the dormitory's support pillars. All the sleeping students woke up from the shock, which felt like an earthquake. Wood dust and tile fragments flew in every direction. Zarox coughed in the middle of the destruction. He looked around. Half the dormitory was now leveled to the ground. He could see the furious faces of other students staring at him with pure rage from behind the ruins. "Zarox! What have you done to our dorm?!" shouted Ayan, one of the most vocal outer disciples, while drawing his wooden sword. "I... I was just practicing meditation?" Zarox replied in a weak voice, trying to give an awkward smile while covering the giant hole he had just made in the wall. Sect Master Vaelin rubbed his temples, looking utterly frustrated. "It turns out you really are more dangerous than I imagined. You don't have energy control; you have destruction at your fingertips." Zarox saw the students starting to surround him. Grog, who had appeared out of nowhere, was already holding a club ready to swing. Zarox knew that this time, he couldn't use the victim excuse. He turned toward Sect Master Vaelin, hoping the Master would defend him, but the man instead stepped back. "Handle your own problems, Zarox. This is part of your training," Vaelin said before vanishing into the shadows. "Wait, Master! Don't leave me!" Zarox cried out. Grog stepped forward, his face full of resentment. "So you're really a troublemaker, aren't you? After wrecking the kitchen, now you destroy our dorm? Get ready to be beaten until you forget your own name!" Zarox panicked. He quickly reached into his robes, looking for something he could use to escape. He felt the Aegis Cauldron and realized it was vibrating violently, as if it were storing the energy he had just released. "Fine, you guys want to play? Then let's see who's left standing after this!" Zarox shouted, trying to mimic the speech style of a great cultivator, even though his legs were shaking uncontrollably. He held his cauldron high, and accidentally, the remaining light energy in the room was sucked into the cauldron, creating a blinding purple light that began to swirl into a small tornado in his palm. "Zarox, what is that thing you're holding?!" Grog turned pale, his instincts as a veteran cultivator telling him that the object was far more dangerous than an ordinary cauldron. "I don't know either!" Zarox answered honestly, while the energy vortex in his hand grew larger, ready to explode at any moment. Suddenly, the remaining dormitory roof began to collapse due to the gravitational pull of the energy vortex, and at the same time, the sound of dozens of angry students' footsteps could be heard approaching the destroyed entrance. Zarox stared at the vortex in his hand, then at the approaching crowd. He realized he had no other choice. He had to release it, even though he knew the consequences would destroy more than just the dormitory. He took a long breath, holding back his heartbeat that felt like it wanted to jump out, then prepared to swing his cauldron toward the floor. However, before he could move, a pale hand from the darkness caught his wrist from behind, stopping his movement just before the energy exploded. "Don't be a fool," a familiar yet cold whisper sounded in his ear. "If you detonate that now, you won't just destroy the sect; you'll obliterate your own soul before you even get a chance to enjoy the immortality you seek."Latest Chapter
Chapter 14: The Encirclement of Shadows and Golden Light
Zarox woke up to the smell of burnt toast, specifically, the smell of his own Aegis Cauldron emitting an alarm signal that sounded like a very angry cicada having a seizure. He bolted upright on the dragon’s back, nearly sliding off its scaly neck, his hair sticking up in directions that defied the laws of physics."Why is it beeping?" he hissed at the floating hexagon, which was currently flickering a violent shade of neon orange. "I was dreaming about an all-you-can-eat buffet with eternal expiration dates! Do you know how rare that is for a guy like me?"The Aegis let out a series of frantic 'blips' and projected a tiny holographic image into the air. It depicted two incoming currents: a swarm of blurred, shadowy figures descending from the mountain ridge like a plague of locusts, and, moving with far more structural discipline, a squadron of shimmering golden suits, the Emperor’s 'Golden Wings' Division, closing the trap from the bridge below."Great," Zarox deadpanned, staring at
Chapter 13: The Aegis Cauldron's Second Stage
The sulfur-drake didn't just sleep; it vibrated. As it snoozed in the middle of the meadow, the dragon-like creature exhaled rhythmic plumes of pressurized fire-damp, scorching the grass in neat, circular patterns. Zarox, fueled by the manic, overclocked energy of the stolen Root of Eternal Life, felt like his nervous system had been replaced by high-voltage copper wiring. He didn't have time for a post-escape nap. He dragged the heavy, mangled pieces of his gear toward the drake’s cooling back. He needed the furnace, and he needed it yesterday."Alright, buddy, don't mind me," Zarox whispered to the sleeping leviathan, crawling toward the dragon’s snout. "You’re currently doubling as the most oversized stove in the entire mortal realm."He took out the original kitchen cauldron, the Aegis, and slammed it down onto a rock. It looked pathetic compared to the colossal beast beside him, scratched, dinged, and still sporting a persistent crust of burnt onion peel from his days in the kit
Chapter 12: The Essence of the Eternal Life Root
The cave wasn't just a dwelling; it was an altar to longevity. As the sulfur-drake rumbled into the deepest subterranean pocket, the floor didn’t crumble; it shimmered. Tens of thousands of Roots of Eternal Life protruded from the limestone like jagged golden teeth, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic bioluminescence that synced with the heartbeat of the earth itself.Zarox slid off the drake’s scaly shoulder, landing on his rear with a dull thwack. He didn't mind the pain. His eyes were wide enough to potentially fall out of his skull. He stood, wobbling, and brushed the sulfur dust from his knees, his hands trembling as he reached toward the nearest root. It felt like cool velvet, radiating a heat that wasn’t thermal, it was biological."Okay, breathe, Zarox. Just don't pass out yet. The heart attacks are for later," he muttered, pulling out his field trowel, which was really just a sharpened piece of flattened scrap iron. "You sure this won't trigger some sort of 'Tomb of the Pharaoh'
Capter 11 : Befriending the Sulfur Monster
The monster that emerged from the shadows was a sulfur-drake, a mountain-sized beast with scales like rusted iron and breath that reeked of rot and volcanic gas. Its eyes, burning like twin forge-furnaces, fixed directly onto the scrawny, trembling teenager in the corner. Every time it breathed, a gout of sickly green flame erupted, singeing the cave roof and sending molten droplets onto the stone floor near Zarox’s boots."Look, Mr. Drake-y," Zarox stuttered, raising his hands in a frantic gesture of peace. "I’m just a visitor. A backpacker, really. I was looking for a spot to take a quick nap, but I think I’ve made a navigational error. My GPS... er, my internal compass is acting up, and I should really be leaving."The monster snarled, a low, tectonic rumbling that rattled the very fillings in Zarox’s teeth. It crept closer, its talons gouging deep, permanent furrows into the granite ground. A dollop of acidic drool landed mere inches from Zarox’s toe, instantly dissolving a patch
Chapter 10: The Forbidden Shadow Forest
"Good question, Zarox. But unfortunately, sneezing pills won't work on an envoy from the Central Empire," Elder Kael hissed while tightening his grip on his staff.The black clouds above Sky Peak swirled into a giant vortex. Blood-red lightning struck repeatedly, scorching the ground right next to Zarox's feet until it smoked. From within the vortex, a figure in golden armor wearing a demon mask slowly descended, hovering without touching the ground. The aura of oppression he radiated was so intense it caused the disciples around the pavilion area to collapse, coughing up blood from the unbearable pressure of the energy.Zarox trembled violently. He tried to stand, but his legs felt like they were made of melting wax. "This isn't just an alchemical challenge anymore; this is an execution," he whispered, his voice hoarse. He glanced at the baby Shadow Valley Sect Leader still crying on the floor, then at Kael. "Elder, if I have to die, at least let me die on a full stomach. Do you have
Chapter 9: Battle of the Peaks
Zarox squeezed his eyes shut, hugging the Aegis Cauldron to his chest as if the piece of junk could be bulletproof. The sharp sword glided, slicing through the air with a deafening whistle. However, instead of piercing Zarox's chest, the blade slammed into the bronze cauldron's lid with a loud metallic clang. Sparks flew, sending Zarox tumbling backward until his back hit the alchemy table."Oh, thank goodness! This cauldron really is a top-quality product!" Zarox screamed in a high-pitched voice. He hurriedly crawled backward, knocking over a pile of potion bottles until they scattered everywhere.The Shadow Valley Sect Leader, a thin man in black robes that seemed to absorb light, was stunned for a moment. He saw his precious sword now had a small dent at the tip. "What piece of junk are you holding, boy?" he hissed with a tone full of rage.Zarox didn't wait to answer. He saw a golden opportunity while the man was still fixated on his damaged sword. Zarox wasn't thinking about high
