The dog-licking villain only wants to be doggy, and the heroine doesn't follow the routine!

The drunkard, carrying a bamboo stick, spanked Zhao Ritian.

"I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death! You stupid thing! I kindly taught you how to use fire, and you farted at me! Where is your manners? Where is your respect for your master?!"

Not only did Zhao Ritian get a beating, but more importantly... it was quite embarrassing.

He strained so hard that he managed to squeeze out a fart.

Long Aotian laughed loudly, pointing at Zhao Ritian and saying, "Bullshit Tian'er, hahaha!"

The old drunkard pointed his bamboo cane and said, "Don't talk about him, how are you?"

Long Aotian quickly continued to study.

Unfortunately, Long Aotian's White Emperor Fire was simply unruly and extremely difficult to tame.

The drunkard shook his head: "The Xuanyuan White Emperor Fire is said to be the flame controlled by the Xuanyuan Emperor. He could control the flame to transform from extremely low temperatures to high temperatures."

"Transforms into high temperature?"

"It's like it's frozen on the surface, but actually the other person feels a burning pain, a lot of pain! You have to slowly understand it. Keep trying."

She walked up to Lu Chengwen and asked, "What are you doing?"

Lu Chengwen looked distressed: "I... my fire is different from theirs."

"Nonsense, how can they be the same! What's wrong with your fire?"

“Mine are… two flames, one cold and one hot.”

"Take it out and see."

With a forceful movement, Lu Chengwen's left hand produced cold fire, while his right hand produced raging flames.

"Yes, this is the Yellow Emperor's Scar Fire. According to legend, the Yellow Emperor controlled the Yin and Yang Fires during his great battle against the barbarians, one cold and one fierce, making him invincible. Here, you try the fierce fire first."

Lu Chengwen shook off the cold fire and began to compress the raging fire.

However, as soon as the intense fire is compressed, the cold fire automatically appears, and the two consume each other.

"Senior, this is a bit difficult."

"You have to tame two flames that are both complementary and antagonistic at the same time. Keep going. I believe you can do it. If you can't, I'll kill you."

The three brothers practiced fire control techniques every day.

The old drunkard would occasionally offer guidance.

Lu Chengwen was in charge of purchasing, and every day he supplied a variety of items, including pork head meat, canned fish, peanuts, and dried sausages.

High-quality liquor is also indispensable.

Lu Chengwen was willing to spend money and ordered directly from the winery the batch of baijiu with the highest value, highest purity, and best taste.

The old man was drunk every day, sometimes sober and sometimes drunk, and nearly a week had passed.

Zhao Ritian was so anxious that he cried out.

Long Aotian hadn't expected that fire control would be so difficult to master.

Lu Chengwen couldn't even get close to the threshold.

The old drunkard cursed and swore all day long, saying they were useless trash, worthless, and should just go eat shit.

He made Lu Chengwen buy him groceries and wine; he made Zhao Ritian use the Heaven-Burning Flame to heat the wine for him; he made Long Aotian use the White Emperor Fire as an energy-saving light bulb for him...

The three brothers intensified their training, while the old man, having drunk too much, fell asleep immediately and began snoring loudly.

"It's done!"

Lu Chengwen exclaimed, "Senior Brother, you've succeeded!"

Long Aotian stared at the sphere in his palm and exhaled.

The three brothers gathered together, gazing at the sphere.

Like an ice hockey puck, it slowly floated above the palm of the hand, rotating gently.

There were faint lines on the sphere, slowly wriggling. The air around the sphere was somewhat distorted, and gusts of cold air slowly swirled around it.

Lu Chengwen was extremely surprised: "Holy crap, this is amazing! If you hit someone with this, wouldn't you kill them?"

Long Aotian was very proud: "A hit is a death sentence. With this low temperature, it can freeze a person into an icicle in an instant, and getting too close can solidify blood vessels, physically shutting them down."

Zhao Ritian reached out to touch it, but Long Aotian quickly slapped his hand away: "Are you fucking reckless? Don't touch it!"

"Tch!" Zhao Ritian scoffed, unconvinced. "What's so great about it? Hey, why don't you throw it out and see its power?"

Long Aotian stared at the sphere and shook his head in refusal: "No, the power is too great. I have no idea how many trees, fish, and insects it could destroy if it were launched."

Zhao Ritian said, "Why don't you go out and see what happens and you'll gain experience!"

"No need, I have a basic understanding of its power."

"You've never seen this before either? What do you know? Get out of here, let us see."

As Zhao Ritian spoke, he got to work.

Long Aotian quickly pulled him away: "Don't... get away! Don't do anything reckless!"

"Hey, try calling it out! I want to see!"

"Don't hit the ground!"

"Will it kill you to be hit once? Just shoot them out!"

"Don't...your hand...hey! Don't take it! Don't take it from me..."

The two started tearing at each other, and Lu Chengwen dodged backward, saying, "Hey, hey, hey, this isn't a joke, stop it!"

The two were still arguing.

The two men's movements became increasingly exaggerated and frightening.

Lu Chengwen was furious: "Zhao Ritian, stop messing around, I'm fucking scared!"

The two men tugged at it for a few moments, then with a flick of their arms, whoosh—!

The ice hockey puck flew straight towards the sleeping drunkard.

The three people froze instantly.

Caught completely off guard, the ice puck flew straight over and hit him squarely on the backside.

The drunkard let out a howl and sprang to his feet, clutching his backside: "Who! Who ambushed me!?"

Zhao Ritian was terrified and pointed at Long Aotian: "Him."

"It's not Zhao Ritian, you son of a bitch..."

*Slap!* A resounding slap across the face!

The blow made Long Aotian see stars, and he staggered several steps away.

The drunkard grabbed Long Aotian and said, "I saw through your evil intentions a long time ago! You've hated me for a while now, haven't you?"

"No, senior, this is a misunderstanding, it's Zhao Ritian..."

Snapped!

Another slap in the face.

"I can tell whose fire it is. Good heavens, luckily I'm in good shape and young with plenty of energy, otherwise you would have turned me into a vegetable!"

"You're young?"

*Slap!* Another slap.

"Do you want to kill me and take my place?"

"I didn't have that idea..."

Zhao Ritian stepped back: "I told you to stop playing, but you insisted on trying. Besides, are you accurate? This shot went way off course..."

The drunkard reached out and grabbed Zhao Ritian, slapping him across the face: "Don't pretend to be a good guy here! You're no good either!"

"Senior, I'm really a good pie, really."

Snapped!

"Don't give me that crap. Your kung fu isn't all that great, but you're pretty cunning! You're going to use his special move to spank my butt?"

I wasn't looking at your butt.

"You were looking at my face, weren't you?"

"It's a little hard to tell..."

Snapped!

"Let me help you divide it."

The drunkard turned around: "Where is Lu Chengwen?"

Lu Chengwen looked like he was just coming to his senses: "Huh? What's wrong? Oh dear, I was just too engrossed in my practice, too engrossed. What happened?"

The drunkard remained silent, simply staring coldly at Lu Chengwen.

It's like an adult watching a lying child put on a personal show.

Lu Chengwen continued to feign innocence: "Senior, receiving your guidance has truly made me feel like I've avoided over five hundred years of detours. How can you be so talented, intelligent, handsome, and powerful? I think the top spot among the Five Elders definitely belongs to you..."

Snapped!

A slap in the face.

The drunkard roared, "Exam! All of you, get over here!"