Ji Yongfang cried for a long while before finally catching his breath. He pointed at An Lin with tears in his eyes and roared with rage, "An Lin! You must have done this! What did you do to me?! "
"Enough!"
A loud voice cut off Ji Yongfang's words.
"What a disgrace!" A middle-aged man yelled with rage in his voice.
Ji Yongfang stared blankly at the man who had spoken before closing his mouth. A stream of tears flowed down his face in an extremely pitiful manner. "Father, why …"
Elder Ji didn't want to see Ji Yongfang like this. If it weren't for the fact that he still had to accept the power bestowed upon him by the holy flame, he would've dragged him away from the plaza a long time ago.
"This has nothing to do with An Lin. Perhaps … you're just too sad …" Elder Ji sighed with resignation.
Ji Yongfang's expression faltered as grief welled up in his heart, and he began to sob again.
Elder Ji turned his gaze toward the sky. He was too ashamed to look.
All of the disciples on the plaza had also grown tired from laughing, and they all began to massage their faces and stomachs.
Mo Hai was still laughing heartily as he looked at Ji Yongfang with an expression of admiration. "Brother Ji, you're the only one I admire when it comes to crying!"
The other person who was still laughing was Lan Yan. She didn't have a great sense of humor to begin with, and she almost fainted from laughing so hard at the sight of Ji Yongfang bawling his eyes out.
As she laughed, she cursed at Ji Yongfang for attempting to murder her and making her "die of laughter".
Xu Xiaolan spoke up for Lan Yan with a resigned expression in case Lan Yan really died from laughter.
"An Lin, if you haven't received the acknowledgment of the holy flame, then come down."
Just as everyone was about to calm down, Elder Zhu spoke in a gentle voice.
An Lin nodded and was just about to withdraw his Vermilion Bird Flame Wings when the Holy Vermilion Flame in the sky suddenly glowed with a brilliant light.
"Boom!"
The white holy flame suddenly exploded before transforming into a white vermilion bird that circled in the starry sky.
All of the elders' expressions shifted upon seeing this, while all of the disciples stared up at the sky with dumbstruck expressions.
"The holy flame manifested itself? Why is that? "Grand Elder Chen Xinran asked in shock.
An Lin stood on the spell altar, and before he could even make a move, his sea of vital energy surged violently. The white phoenix let out a joyful cry, and a surge of power flowed out of its body, passing through his sea of vital energy to the space between An Lin's eyebrows. Then, it rushed out of his eyebrows and flew toward the golden projection of the Vermillion Bird Flame Wing.
The golden projection of the Vermilion Bird Flame Wing slowly solidified into a white feather that floated in the air.
All of the tens of thousands of disciples were dumbstruck, and An Lin was completely baffled.
"Why did it turn white? Did the feather lose its color?"
"I got a fake feather, so the Holy Flame doesn't want to admit it?" An Lin suddenly asked.
Hearing this, everyone rolled their eyes.
Lan Yan, who had just managed to catch her breath, almost burst into laughter. She struggled to support her slender waist and prevent herself from falling.
Some of the experienced and knowledgeable elders, on the other hand, looked at the solid white feather in shock.
"This … Could this be the true feather of the Vermilion Bird?"
"There's no mistaking the flame fluctuations, and that feather really is the true feather of the Vermilion Bird!"
"How could there be a true feather of the Vermilion Bird here? The one An Lin had just released was a projection!"
"A burst of power was released from his body, and only then did the projection of the Vermilion Bird Flame Wing materialize."
"Who would have thought that we would see the true feather of the Vermilion Bird here? This is going to be interesting …"
…
The elders didn't try to hide their conversation, so most of the disciples had a rough idea of what was going on.
It didn't matter what the true feather of the Vermilion Bird was, as long as it was very powerful!
Tens of thousands of disciples turned to the white-robed man on the spell altar again with reverence and fanaticism in their eyes.
Xu Xiaolan looked at the man in the limelight with a dainty smile. "I knew you wouldn't leave like this. That's not your style."
Right at this moment, the white Vermilion Bird in the sky opened its beak, and the true feather of the Vermilion Bird flew toward the Holy Flame Vermilion Bird before being swallowed by it!
An extremely carefree cry sounded from the Holy Flame Vermilion Bird's beak, immediately following which it transformed into a ball of holy flame again.
Everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
An Lin looked at the holy flame, and all of the disciples and elders also looked at the holy flame, as if they were waiting for something to happen.
Two minutes passed, and nothing happened …
"F * ck, are we going to dine and dash?!"
An Lin couldn't help but curse at the holy flame.
"Pffft …" Many of the disciples were amused by An Lin's nonsensical words, and a good impression of him welled up in their hearts.
Lan Yan burst into laughter again, and if it weren't for the fact that Xu Xiaolan had beaten her to it, she would definitely chase after him. Xu Xiaolan glared at Lan Yan upon hearing this, and she harrumphed coldly without saying anything.
She had no choice. If she told her best friend that there was no relationship between her and An Lin, then she would be in far too much danger. However, if she warned her best friend, then wouldn't she be admitting to their relationship?
A faint blush appeared on Xu Xiaolan's face, and she could only pout angrily as she turned to look elsewhere.
Ji Yongfang finally stopped crying, and he made his way toward An Lin with his red and swollen eyes. He was feeling a little better at the sight of An Lin still being rejected by the Holy Vermilion Flame, and he was just about to say something.
A pillar of white light suddenly descended from the holy flame in the sky toward An Lin!
"Boom!"
Ji Yongfang was already a little feeble from crying, and he tumbled to the ground after being struck by the pillar of white light.
The disciples standing in the distance were also struck by the pillar of white light. Thankfully, the elders intervened in time, and no one was injured.
Everyone stared at An Lin in shock, and they were all at a loss for words.
An Lin was completely unscathed, and the white light surged into his body like a ferocious beast before transforming into the purest form of flame energy.
"Is … is that the power of the holy flame?" A disciple rubbed his eyes as he spoke in a daze.
"It should be. I've been at the Vermilion Bird Sect for several hundred years, and I've never seen such a thrilling power bestowed upon someone. This doesn't make any f * cking sense! All the prodigies are rendered speechless, and all the prodigies are on the verge of tears! "a core disciple exclaimed.
"That's way too scary. Can An Lin handle it?" Some of the disciples expressed their concern.
If the medium-grade projection of the Vermilion Bird Flame Wing was bestowed with the power of a drop of water, and the high-grade projection of the Vermilion Bird Flame Wing was bestowed with the power of a wet body, then An Lin was bestowed with the power of a deluge of water …
Ji Yongfang was dumbstruck. "How could this be? How could this be …"
An Lin was also dumbstruck. He turned to the Holy Vermilion Flame and pleaded, "Please slow down. My body won't be able to handle it if it's too fast."
Ji Yongfang almost threw up a mouthful of blood upon hearing this. Even the sect disciples felt their chests constrict.
The elders of the Vermilion Bird Sect also rolled their eyes, but they didn't intervene.
An Lin could feel the holy flame surging into his body. The four Divine Flames combined with the holy flame to become purer and more substantial, and it was slowly progressing toward a higher level.
At the same time, a white holy flame appeared in his sea of vital energy.
The phoenix in his sea of vital energy let loose an elated cry before pouncing toward the holy flame.
An Kirin's eyes also lit up, and he pounced toward the holy flame with his mouth wide open.
The two of them had just managed to achieve a temporary peace, but they were now competitors again.
Boom boom boom …
His sea of vital energy surged as white flames wreaked havoc and lightning crackled.
An Lin: "…"
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