Mistaken Identity

The mist dispersed.

An Yi finally saw the woman's full appearance clearly.

What seemed like white clothing earlier was actually just the mist obscuring her.

The woman before him was dressed in red makeup and attire, as crimson as fire.

Her facial features were extremely exquisite, with a dot of cinnabar between her brows and long, cascading red hair. Behind her back was a pair of semi-transparent, fiery red wings that flapped gently, making her look as beautiful and enchanting as an elf.

"Ding! The target meets the criteria for [Master of Romance]!"

In his mind, the system's voice sounded once again.

An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.

Why was there a girl in the tower?

"Nan Tian, you're finally here! I've waited for you for a thousand years!"

The woman stepped forward, her exquisite, beautiful eyes staring fixedly at An Yi.

With every step she took.

The crimson flames would spread a little further toward him.

The mist inside the tower's world was burned completely away by the scorching fire, turning into a crimson realm.

"I'm not Nan..."

Just as An Yi was about to say something, he suddenly felt a heat on his arm.

Holy crap! That's burning hot!

At this moment, a fiery red flame mark had quietly appeared on his arm.

"Nine Suns Divine Fire! This originally belonged to you, and now I'm returning it!"

The woman gazed at An Yi and said earnestly.

An Yi: "..."

"What do you want to say?" the woman looked at him and asked in confusion.

What else could I say!

An Yi was somewhat speechless. Just then, the system's voice rang out.

"Ding! Fire Spirit Vein upgraded to [Nine Suns Divine Fire]!"

"Ding! Suppressed the Child of Destiny, Destiny Points -20! Rewarded with Evil Power Points +50!"

An Yi: "..."

He felt as if he was watching his last capable general drift further and further away from him.

You can't play me like this!

He still needed the Asura Godhead!

"You've changed!"

The woman's pretty eyebrows furrowed slightly as she stared intently at An Yi's face for a long time.

An Yi said somewhat unnaturally, "How did I change?"

"You've become better-looking! So much so that I almost couldn't recognize you."

"..."

Then, the woman beckoned with her jade-like hand.

A wisp of blue flame appeared in her hand.

The moment the blue flame appeared, the entire world inside the tower changed colors once again.

A flame as clear and bright as the sky and the ocean flickered in the woman's hand.

"This is the Profound Nether Divine Fire, the secret of this tower. Now, I am also prepared to..."

"Wait!"

An Yi quickly raised his hand to stop her. "Why is there another fire?"

"This is what you left behind back then. Have you forgotten?"

The woman carefully scrutinized An Yi's face. After staring for a long time, she suddenly woke up to reality: "No, you... you aren't Nan Tian?"

An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly: "Am I... not?"

"You are definitely not Nan Tian! Who exactly are you!"

The woman looked at him, her voice trembling, "How were you able to break in!"

"Well, I just came in because I wanted to."

An Yi coughed lightly, "Um, miss, there seems to be a bit of a misunderstanding..."

"Ah!"

A sharp, piercing scream exploded like a sonic boom.

An Yi clutched his head, feeling a splitting headache.

Then, he opened his eyes, a large amount of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead as he panted heavily.

"What the hell!"

An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.

Only then did he realize that he was actually lying in bed.

Could it be that everything that just happened was a dream?

On the table.

The small bronze tower sat there quietly, without any movement.

An Yi felt his arm burning and quickly rolled up his sleeve.

Sure enough, right there on his arm was a crimson flame mark!

Everything that just happened was real! He had entered the world inside the tower.

A very beautiful young lady was imprisoned inside!

And she had actually kicked him out just now!

An Yi dove into his consciousness, but as soon as he entered, he was kicked out again.

"Hey, I don't believe this!"

When An Yi tried to enter again.

A wisp of blue flame suddenly appeared on the small bronze tower, spiraling upward and catching onto his clothes.

Then, the entire bedding burst into flames.

"Holy crap, holy crap!"

"Damn it, why won't this fire go out!"

After struggling for a long time, the flames finally extinguished.

"Damn it! I should stick this in a latrine to use as a candle!"

An Yi looked vicious as he wiped the ash off his face.

The entire bedding had been burned clean away.

The small bronze tower was motionless, showing no sign that it had just been spewing blue fire.

However, An Yi didn't plan to use his divine sense to force his way in again.

The girl inside wasn't human.

Or rather, she couldn't even be considered a living creature, because he hadn't felt any aura of life from her at all!

A soul?

"This is getting interesting!"

An Yi tossed the small bronze tower in his hand, deep in thought.

Nan Tian?!

If nothing unexpected happened, this small tower should belong to the Child of Destiny.

He had accidentally been gifted a bit of flame just now; it shouldn't have much of an impact, right?

Besides, there was still another flame inside, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

"I'll take you to see your true master later."

An Yi tossed the tower in his hand again, revealing a thoughtful expression.

How should he use this tower to make that kid submit!

That was the question.

...

"Damn it, that hurts."

Pockmark Wang brought a basin of hot water, washed a towel clean, and gently wiped the bruise on his forehead, grimacing in pain.

He looked back at Ye Tian, who was staring at him murderously, and put on a helpless expression.

"Little ancestor, I, Pockmark Wang, am plain-looking and completely unremarkable. My family has been lowly commoners for three generations, and we don't even own a piece of land. Why did you have to set your sights on me!"

Last night, he had been sleeping soundly when Ye Tian dragged him out of bed, insisting on a duel.

As a result, left with no other choice, he had beaten Ye Tian up again.

Ye Tian wiped his nosebleed and applied medicine to himself quietly, like a lone wolf.

After venting for a night, he finally recognized reality.

He was still a piece of trash; he couldn't even beat Pockmark Wang.

Ye Tian stood up, his eyes sharp as he said, "I'll remember this fight!"

After saying that, he picked up the medicine box on the floor and stormed out the door!

"Hey, put the door down!"

...

The Luo family, the Patriarch's bedroom.

On the bed lay a middle-aged man with an ashen, grayish complexion.

An Yi carefully observed the middle-aged man's face and frowned slightly.

This man's soul was almost entirely gone!

If they dragged this on any longer, he would definitely die!

"An Yi, how is it?"

Luo Zhihan asked with some worry, "I've tried many methods, but none of them worked. I've tried all kinds of medicine according to the physician's instructions!"

The middle-aged man's hands and feet were ice-cold, radiating a chill like blocks of ice.

An Yi didn't speak. He took out silver needles and swiftly placed them on the middle-aged man's acupoints.

Soul Locking Technique!

He had to lock his soul in first; otherwise, just waiting around would only lead to death.

"The condition is more difficult than I imagined,"

An Yi said thoughtfully.

Luo Zhihan gritted her teeth and said, "An Yi, no matter how much money it costs, I will find a way to gather it. Please, you have to save my father!"

"Uncle Luo, it seems he has been cursed by someone."

An Yi said slowly.

The Luo family patriarch's strength was at the early stage of Spirit Gathering.

In a place like Luo Family Town, he was already an existence that dominated the region.

But this curse was so overbearing that it had directly taken half his life!

At this moment, a noise came from outside the room.

Ye Tian, carrying the medicine box, looked at Ah Lai and said in a deep voice, "Let me in. I have a way to cure Uncle Luo."