My Cold and Elegant CEO Wife - Chapter 1295

Chapter 1295: Breaking The Refinery King Kettle

Chapter 1295: Breaking the Refinery King Kettle

Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated

“Do you think Qingfeng is dead now? Has he turned into a puddle of blood?”

“Definitely! Qingfeng must be dead, since no one can hide from the Refinery King Kettle’s melting process. In ancient times, the Kettle even melted saints, and even they were turned into just a puddle of blood, not to mention average self-cultivators.”

“That’s right, even if the Refinery King Kettle had declined in power, it would still be able to melt a king level self-cultivator.”

Everyone around looked at the Refinery King Kettle in Binger Zhao’s hand, and discussed endlessly. They all thought Qingfeng had already died and had became a puddle of blood inside the kettle.

Outside of the kettle, everyone thought Qingfeng had died; no one believed he could survive, unless he was a saint.

Flower Fairy’s pretty face grew worried, as everyone around had already come to the conclusion that he had died. This tormented her.

“Puppy, do you think Big Brother Li is dead?” Flower Fairy asked Black Puppy with great concern.

Black Puppy shook its head and said, “Don’t worry, Qingfeng won’t die that easily.”

Black Puppy knew Qingfeng intimately, and he knew he had hidden powers. The golden flame wasn’t used yet, and once it was taken out, it could definitely destroy the Refinery King Kettle.

Inside the Kettle, Qingfeng reached out with his finger and a ray of golden flame lightly bounced on the tip of his finger. Like a golden fairy, it bounced around beautifully.

However, if you felt the golden flame’ temperature, you wouldn’t think it was beautiful anymore, because it was five thousand and five hundred degrees high.

Humans would be instantly turned into ashes at this temperature. Only Qingfeng’s body could withstand this heat; if it were someone else, they would’ve turned into ashes.

“Qingfeng, I’ll enter the sword, you crack the 18 talisman script flaws I just mentioned, and then destroy the Refinery King Kettle to get out,” Dark Night Emperor said and pointed out the 18 talisman script flaws to Qingfeng once again.

After he spoke, Dark Night Emperor formed a black ray of light and entered the sword.

Qingfeng placed the sword into the interspatial ring, and, with concentrated eyes, he inspected the talisman script flaws before him.

Swoosh!

Qingfeng waved the golden flame in-between his fingers, and, with his careful control, he shot one onto the first talisman script flaw. The talisman script burned and disappeared with a hint of green smoke.

If the talisman script flaws weren’t discovered, Qingfeng would never have been able to burn it, no matter how powerful the Golden Flames were.

As soon as the talisman script flaws were revealed, it would be rendered weak, and the Golden Flames would find its weak spots, and naturally attack it and burn it.

After the first talisman script was burnt, a crack appeared on the surface of the Refinery King Kettle, and it was massively apparent on the smooth surface of the Kettle.

“What’s happening, why did my Refinery King Kettle crack?” Binger Zhao looked at the Refinery King Kettle in her hands with great terror and shock.

The kettle could increase or decrease in size. When Binger Zhao sucked in Qingfeng, she decreased its size and held it in her hands.

However, this small kettle, that once ruled the self-cultivation realm, was now cracked.

Everyone around heard Binger Zhao’s voice, and they all looked towards her. They saw the crack on the Refinery King Kettle’s surface, and they were shocked with disbelief.

“My gosh, why is there a crack on the kettle? This is a saint’s treasure, what is happening?”

“Does this mean Qingfeng is cracking the kettle from the inside?”

“What are you saying, that’s impossible, Qingfeng might be powerful, but he can’t crack a saint’s spiritual treasure.”

All the self-cultivators around discussed endlessly, their eyes filled with shock. In the Huaxia self-cultivation realm, the Refinery King Kettle was an invincible treasure, an undefeatable presence in everyone’s mind.

Everyone would rather offend Spirit Emperors than offend the owner of the Refinery King Kettle. Because once they were sucked inside, they were bound to melt into blood without any remnants of their corpse left.

Black Puppy saw the crack on the kettle, and it became joyful. It knew Qingfeng had cracked it, because no one else was sucked into the Refinery King Kettle other than Qingfeng.

Meanwhile inside the Refinery King Kettle, Qingfeng saw the crack on the destroyed talisman script and became excited because he knew Dark Night Emperor’s orders were correct.

“Binger Zhao, you despicable woman, I’ll destroy your Refinery King Kettle completely.” Qingfeng smiled coldly, and with the control of the flames in his hands, he charged at the second talisman script flaw.

Bang!

With a loud sound, the flames in Qingfeng’s hands cracked the second talisman script flaw, and burned it into ashes.

The third talisman script followed, then the fourth, the fifth….

All the way until the 18th talisman script flaw, all were burned into nothingness by the Golden Flames.

More and more cracks appeared on the kettle, beginning with one crack, two cracks, and, soon, 18 cracks that closely knitted together like a cob web.

Bang!

With a loud sound, the Refinery King Kettle suddenly exploded into countless pieces and disappeared.

Along with the Refinery King Kettle’s explosion, Qingfeng’s body emerged out of the Kettle and appeared before everyone.

This was a kettle once used by a saint, so it was extremely powerful. Even when it exploded, the talisman scripts pieces charged outwards and wounded those that stood around it.

“My Refinery King Kettle! Qingfeng you asshole, why would you destroy my Kettle?” Binger Zhao’s face turned gruesome and her eyes filled with anger.

The Refinery King Kettle was the most prized treasure of the Sword Emperor Sect, and not even the sect master himself dared to use it.

However now, the Refinery King Kettle was destroyed in Binger Zhao’s hands. Binger Zhao had no clue what to tell her father.

The self-cultivators around were all stunned, even more shocked than as if they saw their parents die.

“How did the Refinery King Kettle shatter? It was a saint’s spiritual treasure.”

“Qingfeng is too powerful! Not even the Refinery King Kettle could trap him. He is invincible.”

“From now on, Qingfeng is my idol. I think he will become a saint in the future! That’s why he could crack the Refinery King Kettle.”

All the self-cultivators around discussed endlessly, their eyes filled with shock and looking at Qingfeng with great admiration.

For some self-cultivators, they even saw Qingfeng as an equivalent to a saint.