Battle through the heaven: Azure Emperor

Early the next morning, when Yan Aoyama left Little Doctor's room and went to the outer courtyard, he saw Mr. Yao with two big dark circles under his eyes. It seemed like he didn't sleep well last night.

"Good morning, boss!"

Yan Aoyama, who had a good night's sleep, felt refreshed. He smiled and greeted Mr. Yao happily. However, Mr. Yao, who had been very friendly yesterday, didn't even look at him. He just turned around and left with a sour face.

Yan Qingshan didn't care about Boss Yao's sour face. He started his morning practice in the courtyard. After breakfast, more and more people started to gather around him. He could vaguely hear the sounds of discussions. Among them, there were words like Chengnan, Wolf Head, Mu She, and so on.

Yan Aoyama wiped his sweat with a wet towel and walked to Mr. Yao's hall energetically. When he entered the room, Mr. Yao was talking to his subordinates. He seemed a little flustered when he saw him.

Mr. Yao stood up and looked at Yan Aoyama suspiciously. "What's the matter, Aoyama?"

Yan Aoyama went straight to the point. He looked at Mr. Yao's subordinates and said, "Boss, I have something to talk to you about. Let's talk in private!"

"Okay! You guys go out first! "

Mr. Yao was silent for a moment. He waved his hand to his left and right, and his subordinates walked out one by one.

"Speak! What's the matter? "

Boss Yao watched as Yan Qingshan sat down on the rosewood chair on his left. The doubt in his eyes deepened as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Haha, boss, don't be nervous. It's as if I'm going to do something to you!"

Yan Qingshan smiled and took out two scrolls, one old and one new, from his bosom. First, he spread out the new white scroll. On it, there were precious materials that were rarely seen in the market. "I hope that the boss can help me collect all of the things on this scroll."

"You … Did you write it wrongly …"

Mr. Yao frowned after taking a look at it. Many of the things inside were still in his collection. He could use his connections to gather the rest, but if he did that, Wanyao Zhai's nearly ten years of profits would be used, not to mention his connections.

Yan Aoyama pushed another light green scroll to him. "This is the payment I prepared. The rest is in a house in the south of the city. I think the boss will be satisfied."

"This is … Low Profound Level Battle Skill … Wind Blade Dance … Zhen Nan's matter … You …"

Mr. Yao looked at the scroll of Low Profound Level Battle Skill. It was hard to find on the market, but that wasn't the reason why he was shocked. More importantly, the news from Zhen Nan this morning made his expression change again and again. He looked at Yan Aoyama with horror in his eyes.

Mr. Yao felt pressured facing the smiling Yan Aoyama. He finally calmed himself down and said, "Don't worry, I'll collect the things on this scroll as soon as possible!"

Yan Aoyama stood up slowly. "That's good. I'll leave it to you, boss!"

…

This morning, Yan Qingshan walked into the courtyard with a storage ring in his hand. The Fairy Doctor was helping him tidy up the courtyard. Suddenly, there was a blur in front of her eyes. A magical beast the size of a calf and half of its tail fell in the courtyard. This sudden movement gave her a fright.

"Xian 'er, go guard the door for me!"

Yan Aoyama said in a low voice with a serious face. Then, he began to prepare for the Baptism of the Lion's Heart and the Blue-maned Manticore.

"Ah, oh, oh …"

Little Doctor was very curious about what Yan Aoyama was going to do, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she carefully looked outside the door to prevent anyone from disturbing Yan Aoyama.

"Dawn, record the actual process. Try to simplify the analysis …"

Yan Aoyama started Dawn to prepare for the experiment. After all, a simulation was just a simulation. When it came to actual operation, whether it was the battle plan or the concoction of the potion, it couldn't be done perfectly. This required him to record the process and correct some of the mistakes after many attempts.

The Baptism of the Lion's Heart required a lot of preparation, some of which were quite precious. There was a portion of the materials in the treasure in the cliff cave. Yan Qingshan had almost emptied Boss Yao's collection and Boss Yao had used his connections to gather the remaining materials.

A black-green cauldron with a strong medicinal smell appeared in the yard. Although the senior in the cave wasn't an alchemist, he was still a knowledgeable person. He was very knowledgeable in the field of medicine and poison. Naturally, he also knew how to concoct and concoct medicine.

This cauldron might not be as good as the ones used by high-level alchemists, but it was more than enough for Yan Aoyama.

Pieces of black wood that were as hard as rocks fell to the ground, making the sound of bricks falling to the ground. Black locust wood was a type of Yin wood. It was hard and heavy.

The temperature of the Yin fire from this wood wasn't low and it was easy to control. Although it wasn't a beast fire or a strange fire, it was just right for Yan Aoyama, who was also of the wood attribute.

Black locust wood was of the Yin attribute. It wasn't as hot and violent as the Yang fire. The fire was more stable and could last longer. A piece of black locust wood could burn for more than half a day. A long-lasting fire source was very important to Yan Aoyama.

Yan Aoyama neatly piled the pieces of black locust wood into a pile. After carefully arranging the cauldron, a small blue-black flame rose. The blue-black flame didn't burn as fiercely as normal flames. Instead, it heated up the cauldron very steadily.

Yan Aoyama's expression was solemn. He put the prepared herbs and other auxiliary materials into the cauldron one by one. Stalks of herbs that were at least mid-level herbs were thrown into the cauldron after being stimulated by his wood-attribute douqi.

Pure mountain spring water and spiritual dew were poured into the cauldron. With his wood-attribute douqi stirring the medicinal spring, the Yin fire slowly heated up the herbs. Before long, the fragrance of herbs spread throughout the small courtyard.

The corpse of the Blue-maned Manticore had already been dealt with by Yan Qingshan. Its entire body shone with a dark blue radiance. Its fur and mane were even more lustrous than sky-blue silk. Even though almost a day had passed, there were not many changes to it. It lay on the ground like a lifelike sleeping lion.

The scorpion tail, which was longer than the lion's body, was also lying by its side. It was as bright and translucent as a sapphire. Its blue light was very beautiful. However, its tail was faintly glowing with a dark gold luster. It made one feel that under this beauty, there was a boundless murderous intent.

Under the warm fire of the black locust wood, the medicinal spring in the cauldron quickly boiled. A faint medicinal fragrance filled the air. The medicinal spring had already turned into a lake green. It was like the most beautiful emerald jade.

The Blue Mane Lion's body had already been torn open along the neck. A light blue heart was still warm, as if it had just stopped beating.

Yan Aoyama carried the corpse of the Blue Mane Lion and used his douqi to force all the usable blood into the cauldron. Finally, he threw the heart into the boiling medicinal spring.

The light blue lion's blood mixed with the dark green medicinal spring. At first, there were two distinct colors. However, as time passed, the two colors gradually merged together. Traces of purple light could be faintly seen in the dark blue liquid. It was somewhat dazzling under the sunlight.

This was the high-grade bloodline of the Blue Mane Lion that originated from the Ancient Thunder Lion. It contained an extremely pure power of thunder.

After dealing with the lion's body, Yan Aoyama picked up the scorpion tail. Holding the end of the scorpion tail, he turned the wound upside down towards the cauldron. As he poured douqi into the tail, drops of blue blood were forced out. When the blood dripped to the end, there were traces of dark green in the blood.

The Blue Mane Lion contained the bloodlines of the Ancient Thunder Lion and the Scorpion Dragon. These traces of dark green were the embodiment of the Scorpion Dragon's bloodline. It was hidden in the tail, which was the symbol of the Scorpion Dragon Tribe.

Although the Blue Mane Lion was only a third rank magical beast, its bloodline originated from the Ancient Thunder Lion and the Scorpion Dragon. When it matured, it would be at least a fifth rank magical beast.

The Ancient Thunder Lion was almost extinct now. The Scorpion Dragon Tribe was also very rare in the Dou Qi Continent. However, there were still some tribes that were active.

In the future, one of the main ingredients that Little Doctor needed to condense a poison pill was a seventh rank Sky Poison Dragon Scorpion Beast. There was also the seventh rank Fantasy Fire Dragon Scorpion Beast that could obtain Fantasy Gold Fire from the remains of its eggshell. These were all powerful magical beasts that were active in the Dou Qi Continent.

After Yan Aoyama extracted all the blood from the lion's body and the scorpion tail, the originally lustrous body of the Blue Mane Lion had become much dimmer. Yan Aoyama carefully took out the magic core of the Blue Mane Lion and threw this precious first rank lightning attribute magic core into the medicinal spring.

The two most important things for a magical beast were its blood essence and magic core. After these two things were gone, although the skin, hair, bones, blood, and flesh still had some value, it was already reduced by more than half.

The medicinal spring that contained almost all of the Rank 1 Blue-maned Manticore's essence was undergoing a qualitative change. The bluish-green liquid gradually became viscous and had a glassy color to it. The bluish-purple heart seemed to be glowing as well.

Boom ~ ~ ~

Yan Aoyama held his breath and gathered his Qi. He came to the side of the cauldron and channeled his wood attribute douqi into the burning Black Locust Wood.

Under the stimulation of the wood attribute, the fire suddenly rose. The stacked Black Locust Wood was originally only partially burning, but now, every part of it was burning.

The raging fire was boiling the medicine. The fire was fierce and the medicinal fragrance was strong. The glassy liquid in the medicinal cauldron faintly had a blue flash of lightning. It also seemed to be the roar of a lion, as if the Blue Mane Lion was unwilling to give up. The green gas that rose from the cauldron also seemed to form the shape of a lion.

The appearance of this scene made Yan Aoyama understand that the time of the medicinal spring's baptism had arrived.

"Xian 'er, help me control the fire!"

Yan Aoyama solemnly turned his head and said. The Little Doctor ran over and Yan Aoyama jumped into the medicinal cauldron. The brilliant medicinal liquid almost drowned him, leaving only his head and a small part of his body outside.

The Little Doctor didn't dare to be careless. She came to the side of the medicinal cauldron and carefully controlled the flames of the Black Locust Wood according to Yan Aoyama's instructions.

The blue-green glassy liquid seemed to have a life of its own. It slowly spread along Yan Aoyama's body and gradually wrapped his entire body in a glassy glow, as if it had formed a large cocoon.

Yan Aoyama, who was inside the glassy medicinal cocoon, closed his eyes and meditated. He channeled his douqi and absorbed strands of the lion's blood essence into his body, transforming his body on a deeper level. His heart slowly beat with a glassy color and faintly emitted the sound of a lion's roar.

His body was sparkling and emitting light. His bright red blood carried some glassy divine light. As his blood flowed, there were faint traces of electric light. His body shone and rumbled. His five viscera glowed and his flesh gave off a rosy glow. It was as if a celestial being had come to life.

Wave after wave of ripples fluctuated. Yan Aoyama's bones all over his body crackled. His flesh and blood pulsed rhythmically. Amidst the crackling sounds, his aura and cultivation rushed to a peak and broke through the barrier. He continued the process of another round of improvement.

Yan Aoyama, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and his hands forming seals, had a kind of solemn and unfathomable appearance at this moment. He was full of moving temperament and mysteriousness. At this moment, the Little Doctor looked at him and unconsciously smiled. Her eyes also seemed to be infatuated.

After an unknown period of time, he suddenly opened his eyes. A blue light flashed across the courtyard. It was as if lightning had appeared in an empty room and couldn't be looked directly at. His aura also slowly changed and became stronger.