Two days had passed.
The enormous temporary palace had been renovated. The dust that had accumulated in the tens of years of not being used had been cleaned up.
Tens of thousands of pieces of Fire Essence Jade were inlaid in different sized rooms of the palace. The warm heat from the palace had dispelled the coldness and dampness in the palace. Young servants were running around, making this deep and ancient temporary palace seem more lively.
The lake under the palace was called 'Blue Jade', and the magical flower in the lake was called 'Jade String'. This Blue Jade Palace was specially built for Ying Yan's so-called 'master' to enjoy the flower.
A large terrace was built in the palace, which was just above the lake. The hundreds of feet long terrace was entirely cast from bronze. Countless fiery dragons, fiery phoenixes, fiery horses, fiery turtles and other magical beasts were carved on the ground with uncanny craftsmanship.
Standing on the edge of the balcony, Ji Hao could feel the mountain breeze blowing across, and the rain was swirling in the air. The heavy rain fell on the translucent petals of the Jade String Magical Flower. Sparkling raindrops flew all over the sky, and the jade-like flower petals clanged against the raindrops. Countless tiny tinkling noises connected into one, sounding like the sounds of nature that could enchant people.
Such a magical flower was indeed worthy of the name 'Jade String'. The magical flower was like a string, which was played by the nature itself. Ji Hao felt that it was reasonable to build such a temporary palace in order to enjoy this lake of rare magical flowers.
Ying Yan was yelling and yelling, directing a few Fire Crow Clan's young men to carefully move a round-shaped cauldron, which was surrounded by nine dragons, to the center of the terrace. Ying Yan checked the directions of the nine dragon heads for a few times, then carefully wiped off a tiny bit of dust on the teeth of one of the dragon heads with his sleeve, after which he let out a sigh of relief.
Ying Yan opened the lid of the cauldron himself, then waved his hand towards a few young girls, who were holding golden plates in their hands.
The young girl, who had changed into a long red dress and had long hair hanging loosely on her back, hurriedly walked over with a three-foot in diameter golden plate in her hands. Ying Yan carefully put the blood-red wooden sticks on the golden plate into the cauldron, one after another, which were cut neatly one by one.
A whole thousand wooden sticks were piled up neatly in the cauldron. Ying Yan flicked his finger, along with which, a blue and white flame drifted out from between his fingers and gently landed on those wooden sticks. Swoosh! A veil-like blue and white fiery light enveloped the cauldron, and a dense and strong aroma slowly drifted out from the cauldron.
Ji Hao, who was standing on the edge of the balcony and appreciating the sea of flowers, carefully took a breath. Instantly, a stream of hot air went straight into his lower abdomen. His blood and qi suddenly became thicker, and even his physical strength was improved by a little bit.
"Uncle Yan, what kind of treasure is this?" Ji Hao asked Ying Yan in shock.
Ying Yan proudly raised his eyebrows, laughed out and said, "Not really a treasure, it's just that you … are a bit hard to see. This is the genuine Flame Dragon Blood Sandalwood. It needs to be watered with the blood of a ten-thousand-year-old Flame Dragon in order to germinate. It can only thrive near the magma of a million-year-old volcano. It needs to grow for ten thousand years before it can be cut down and made into incense. This incense is specially used to nourish Qi and blood and strengthen the body. Usually, Little Master only smells this fragrance. "
Ji Hao's mouth twitched. A million-year-old volcano? Of course, he knew what this meant.
In the territory of the Fire Crow Clan, there was such a dangerous place. The million-year-old volcano had a diameter of over a thousand miles, and the temperature inside it was terrifyingly high. Ordinary Senior Magi of the Fire Crow Clan could be burned into ashes by the extreme heat if they even slightly approached it.
A long time ago, when the Fire Crow Clan was still at its peak, Magus Kings and Divine Magi would often come into this volcano to collect all kinds of natural treasures. But now, the Fire Crow Clan, which hadn't had a Magus King for thousands of years, could only stare at this volcano and drool.
This kind of Flame Dragon Blood Sandalwood could only grow in a million-year-old volcano, which clearly showed how precious this treasure was.
Ying Yan carefully sealed the lid of the cauldron, turned around and said to Ji Hao seriously, "Ji Hao, during these couple of days, I, Uncle Yan, have found out that you are a good kid. Therefore, I, Uncle Yan, have to remind you, do not ever offend our Little Master. It's not a big deal if you get yourself into trouble, but if the old Master wants to punish you, your whole clan will be involved. "
"Remember, remember, our Little Master is about the same age as you, you just have to be careful, you won't get into too much trouble..."
Before Ying Yan could finish his sentence, the ground suddenly started shaking. At the end of the corridor that led from the palace to the balcony, a three-foot thick bronze gate, which was carved with hundreds of different kinds of beasts' heads, suddenly collapsed, along with a loud boom.
Two elite half-step Senior Magi, who were guarding in the corridor, squatted on the ground with their hands over their heads, like quails in a storm. Their bodies were constantly shaking, and they didn't dare to make even the slightest sound.
Ji Hao popped his eyes out in shock, while Ying Yan yelled out, "Ah, Little Master, why are you here today? Ah, didn't you say that it's still a day's journey? "
Followed by a series of clangs, a short girl rushed into the palace with big steps. She was wearing a tight red armour, had snow-white skin, bright teeth, and her long hair was casually tied into a ponytail, which was tightly fastened with three golden rings. When she smiled, two dimples would appear on her cheeks, and when she smiled, she would carry a huge weapon on her shoulder.
The little girl twisted her pink and tender mouth, then threw a kick towards one of the warriors who was squatting on the ground, and sent him flying far away like a ball. "Ah! Old Yan, you're here? What kind of useless things have you brought here? These two guys, they even took so long to open the door, I had to blow the door open myself. "
Shaking her head, the little girl frowned and yelled, "Old Yan, why do you have so many doors in your own palace? When I was walking, doors were opened and closed one after another, and then opened and closed again, which made me feel suffocated. Except for the door... Ah, forget it, just tear down the whole door for me, that way it'll be much easier to walk with nothing left! "
The corner of Ying Yan's mouth twitched intensely, and said, "Young master, this palace is..."
The little girl showed the whites of her eyes, and said carelessly, "This is my big brother's palace, isn't my big brother's palace also mine? Therefore, this palace is mine now. Old Yan, just tell your people to tear down all the doors for me! "
Waving her hand, Ji Hao threw the three-meter and eight-foot long mace, which was four times taller than Ji Hao and as thick as an ordinary human leg, towards Ji Hao carelessly and said, "Pretty boy, hold the mace for me."
Along with a swooshing sound, the mace flew towards Ji Hao along with a fierce gust of wind.
The corner of Ying Yan's eye twitched intensely, and he screamed out hoarsely, "Young master, be careful! Kill another one!"
Ji Hao's body quivered. Why did Ying Yan use the word 'another'?
The mace swooshed towards Ji Hao. Ji Hao instinctively reached out his hand and caught the mace. All of a sudden, a dreadful power struck against Ji Hao's body. Ji Hao sensed a piercing pain from every bone in his body, and let out muffled metal-clanging noises. He gripped the mace with both of his hands, and staggered backwards.
Dang, dang, dang. Every step Ji Hao took against the ground would cause a bell-ringing noise, which sounded like a bronze bell.
Ji Hao had only taken three steps back, but the boots on his feet, which were made from the toughest crocodile skin of the blood crocodile, had already been shattered into pieces.
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