Martial Master

The Hall of Heavenly Fire was heavily guarded. The bronze gate was covered with prohibitions and formations; once someone touched it without a key, they would undoubtedly suffer a backlash.

Now, Qin Chen rashly reached out to touch it—wasn’t that seeking death?

But the next moment, Ouyang Hongguang's eyes widened, and his exclamation suddenly ceased.

He saw a flash of light on the bronze door. After Qin Chen placed his right hand on it, the Gate of Heavenly Fire surprisingly did not react at all, continuing to emit a faint halo. That halo gradually enveloped Qin Chen.

How could this be possible?

Ouyang Hongguang's eyes were nearly popping out. Even as the vice-master of the Alchemy Pavilion, if he dared to rashly touch the Gate of Heavenly Fire, he would be blasted away. It was rumored that the prohibitions of the Hall of Heavenly Fire were so strong that anyone below the Saint Realm would undoubtedly die. How could Qin Chen come out unscathed?

“Hall of Heavenly Fire, old friend, I have finally returned,” Qin Chen said as he touched the familiar door of the Hall of Heavenly Fire with a sense of nostalgia.

Then, he quickly formed hand seals with both hands, touching several key points on the gate. With a hum, the Gate of Heavenly Fire burst forth with rays of colorful light, as if it had been activated.

“Ancestor, what is Dan Sheng doing?”

Ouyang Nana was already dumbfounded, her face blank.

Wasn't he supposed to come here to comprehend the aura of the Hall of Heavenly Fire?

Yet Dan Sheng actually touched the Hall of Heavenly Fire and did not suffer any attack from the formation.

What shocked Ouyang Nana even more was that the ancestor, upon seeing Dan Sheng's actions, aside from some worry, showed no signs of opposition or surprise, as if he had known all along that the other had ulterior motives.

What on earth was going on?

At this moment, Ouyang Hongguang had completely lost the mood to answer Ouyang Nana. He stared blankly at the light blooming from the Hall of Heavenly Fire, horrified auras swirling around. The Gate of Heavenly Fire in front of Qin Chen even emitted a series of cracking sounds, slowly opening.

This is unbelievable.

How on earth did Qin Chen manage this?

Even though he had mentally prepared himself for Qin Chen's strength, Ouyang Hongguang was still left dumbfounded, nearly going insane.

The Hall of Heavenly Fire was one of the most core locations within the Alchemy Pavilion. Unless the Pavilion Master personally came or had the Pavilion Master’s key, even he, the vice-master, and the numerous elder seniors of the Alchemy Pavilion had no way to enter.

But Qin Chen was able to casually open the Gate of Heavenly Fire. Was the disciple of the Broken Dust Martial Emperor really that impressive?

Qin Chen's actions completely overturned Ouyang Hongguang’s understanding.

“You all wait outside,” Qin Chen said calmly, then stepped into the Hall of Heavenly Fire. With a loud bang, the door closed behind him, leaving Ouyang Hongguang and Ouyang Nana dumbfounded.

“Ancestor, have we caused trouble?”

Ouyang Nana stared in shock, stammering after a long while. She understood very well that the Hall of Heavenly Fire was a forbidden place of the Alchemy Pavilion. Even the ancestor did not have the qualifications to let anyone in. But now the ancestor had brought someone inside. If this news were to spread, the identity of the vice-master would surely be stripped, and the entire Ouyang family would fall into an abyss.

“We will patiently wait. Since he has chosen to do this, there must be a deep meaning!”

Ouyang Hongguang knew that the situation had reached this point; no matter how they spoke, it was already played out. He could only pray that the commotion here would not be discovered, or perhaps Qin Chen had his own assurance by doing this.

Aside from that, Ouyang Hongguang couldn't do anything else.

“He?”

Ouyang Nana looked at the ancestor with suspicion, her eyes filled with contemplation. She vaguely felt that the relationship between Dan Sheng and the ancestor seemed to be more than just that of a named disciple, her heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, her heartbeat quickened.