The system is the proficiency panel

"How's the battle going?"

Lin Ji looked around at everyone, his voice was calm, yet it revealed an unquestionable majesty. Yue Shanwu took a step forward, clasped his fists in salute, his voice low and powerful.

"The main force of the Holy Church has been defeated. Seven Martial Saints and over a hundred military generals have been killed. Thirty-seven of our monks have been killed, more than five thousand mechas have been damaged, and two thousand people from the Ye Family and the Adventurer's Guild have been killed."

Lin Ji nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping over the mottled bloodstains and broken bricks on the city wall. The afterglow of the setting sun gave everything a bloody color. He said lightly.

"Well done. Pass the order down and strengthen the vigilance."

After saying that, he looked at Ye Zizhen. The girl's golden hair fluttered gently in the wind, and there were a few streaks of dust on her fair cheeks. She looked tired, but she was still trying to stay energetic. Lin Ji's tone softened a bit.

"Zi Xin, go back and rest first."

Ye Zizhen opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but seeing Lin Ji's determined eyes, he finally nodded obediently.

"Yes, brother."

After Ye Zizhen left, Lin Ji's expression suddenly became serious. He raised his hand and waved it, and an invisible soundproof barrier enveloped the surroundings, and everyone's expressions became tense.

"I found traces of Yan Ji in the Miasma Moon Abyss."

Lin Ji said in a deep voice.

Ouyang Yun's pupils shrank and she couldn't help but ask.

"Isn't Yan Ji dead?"

"Its body did perish, but its will survives through the sacred stone."

Lin Ji took out a red crystal from the storage ring. Flames were flowing inside the crystal, as if it was beating with life.

"What's more troublesome is that the Holy Church has mastered the method of using this crystal stone to transform a martial saint into a monster similar to Yan Ji. The opponent's leader's strength increased dramatically because of this, and I was seriously injured."

Everyone gasped, and the air seemed to freeze. Yue Shanwu frowned, and his voice was heavy.

"Do you mean that the Holy Church could mass-produce this kind of monster?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out."

Lin Ji put away the crystal, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"So we must take the initiative. Three days later, we will gather a large army and completely control the nearby cities. We will surround the interstellar teleportation array and set up the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Light Array to protect it. This way, Master Ye will be able to free up his hands."

He paused, his tone returning to calm.

"Now, let's appease the people and repair the city's defenses."

Everyone followed the order and left. Lin Ji stood alone on the top of the city wall. Three shrunken red flame beasts suddenly appeared, rubbed his body like a spoiled child, and called out a few times, as if they were asking for credit.

"You did a good job."

Lin Ji reached out and stroked the heads of the red flame beasts, transferring the pure fire spirit power containing Yang Yan to them as a reward. After the flame entered their bodies, the three red flame beasts called out in satisfaction and ran away to play happily again.

……

In the Ye family mansion, the shadows of trees swayed in the courtyard, and the breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness. Ruoye sat on a stone bench, her fingers unconsciously stroking the teacup, her eyes looking blankly into the distance. After losing her memory, she felt unfamiliar with everything around her, and only the appearance of Ye Zizhen could make her feel a little relieved.

"Ruoye."

Ye Zizhen's voice came from behind, Ruoye turned around and raised a faint smile. However, when she saw Ye Zizhen's pale face and torn clothes, her smile froze instantly.

"You are hurt?"

She stood up in a hurry and accidentally knocked over the teacup, which splashed onto the stone table, casting a dark shadow.

Ye Zizhen shook his head and smiled as if he was not worried.

"It's just a minor injury, it's been treated."

Ruoye didn't believe it and insisted on pulling up her sleeve to check. When she saw the bruises and scratches, her fingers trembled slightly, a sharp light flashed in her eyes, and her voice was cold and unlike her own.

"Who hurt you?"

Ye Zizhen was stunned for a moment, then his smile deepened.

"Are you concerned about me?"

Ruoye seemed to be surprised by her own reaction and blinked blankly.

"I...I don't know. Seeing you hurt, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable."

Ye Zizhen felt warm in his heart and gently held her hand.

"It's okay, it's all over. But you, how do you feel today?"

Ruoye shook her head and frowned slightly.

"I still can't remember what happened in the past. But when I saw you injured just now, some images flashed through my mind."

"What picture?"

Ye Zizhen asked anxiously.

Ruoye tried hard to recall.

"It seems to be in a place with many books... Someone is teaching me martial arts, and..."

She suddenly hugged her head and groaned in pain.

Ye Zizhen quickly took her into his arms and comforted her softly.

"If you can't remember, don't think about it. Don't force yourself."

Ruoye gradually calmed down in her arms, but the confusion in her eyes deepened.

"Zi Xin, who was I before?"

Ye Zizhen was silent for a moment and spoke softly.

"You are my best friend. As for the rest, it's all in the past. Don't take it to heart."

She didn't tell Ruoye that those flashbacks were probably related to the Holy Church. Ruoye was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, and Ye Zizhen couldn't bear to break this rare tranquility.

……

After Lin Ji returned to the room, he sat cross-legged with the Canyang Sword placed across his knees. He closed his eyes and looked inside himself, and found that the remaining red flames from Raymond's last blow were like a thorn in his flesh, still burning his meridians and soul.

The nature of this flame is special, and it is exactly the same as the "immortal fire" described in the "Yangyan" technique. Even the water state of mind cannot purify it all at once, and can only be dissipated bit by bit.

"It's an unexpected surprise."

He raised his lips slightly, formed seals with his hands, and the spiritual power in his body circulated according to the route of the technique. The originally gentle water and wood spiritual power actively absorbed a trace of red flame when it flowed through the burn. In an instant, the meridians seemed to be pierced by a branding iron, and fine beads of sweat oozed from Lin Ji's forehead, but he did not move at all.

The spiritual power wrapped the red flame and completed a cycle, and finally merged into the sea of ​​qi. The originally calm sea of ​​qi suddenly boiled, and the red flame and the water and wood spiritual power tore each other apart, causing a storm. Lin Ji's face turned pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he still maintained his cultivation state.

"Not pure enough..."

As soon as he thought about it, the space-time domain quietly unfolded, slowing down the flow of time in the sea of ​​qi by ten times. In the nearly stagnant space and time, Lin Ji used his consciousness as a knife to eliminate the other wills in the red flame, leaving only the purest fire.

As the impurities were removed, Lin Ji seized the opportunity and condensed a golden flame on his fingertips. It was the eternal fire, Yangyan, that the True Lord took from the sun and gave to him.

The two flames met at the fingertips, biting and devouring each other like enemies. Lin Ji groaned, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he smiled.

"Let me borrow your strength to help me break through!"

He took the initiative to remove the water spirit power suppression, allowing the two kinds of flames to surge in his body. The pain was like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart, and every inch of flesh and blood was twisted and reborn in the burning. Lin Ji's skin turned abnormally red, and the sweat evaporated into white mist as soon as it oozed out.

The two flames traveled along the meridians and finally converged in the Qi Sea, where they were suppressed by the four artistic conceptions rotating clockwise above the Qi Sea. Under Lin Ji's control, the red flame was gradually swallowed by the sun flame.

Burn (65/100) → (75/100)

Immortality (8/100) → (15/100)

Lin Ji suddenly opened his eyes, and two clusters of dancing golden flames were reflected in his pupils, which turned into two hot rays that melted through the ground. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the flames in his eyes gradually died out. The charred dead skin on his body fell off, and the new skin was as smooth as jade.

After restoring the ground to its original state, he murmured softly.

"…it's a great gift to me."

Outside the window, the lights of Hongxia City gradually went out, and the night was deep. Lin Ji looked towards the north, towards the Miasma Moon Abyss, with the flames on his fingertips flickering, as if silently announcing something.