Chapter 15: The Three-Dragon Divine Fire Formation

  The bck-cd figures formed a semicircle, their eyes locked onto the white-cd young lord and Sanbao. A strange, heavy tension filled the air—a fierce battle was about to erupt.

  The white-cd young man remained unfazed. He lightly brushed the dust from his sleeve, a casual smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

  "Are you certain," he said zily, "that a few of you dare raise your hands against me?"

  The bck-cd leader sneered in reply. Without a word, he drew a bronze tripod from his robes and casually tossed it to the ground.

  "Buzz!"

  The tripod nded with a low hum. It unfolded, revealing an eight-trigram pattern at its center. Mysterious runes began to shimmer with dim light, as if an ancient beast were slowly awakening from the depths of time.

  Faint whispers seemed to echo through the air, weaving a mysterious and oppressive atmosphere.

  The eight-trigram pattern expanded rapidly, flooding the entire room in rippling light and instantly enveloping Sanbao and the white-cd young man within it.

  "A formation pte?!" Sanbao couldn’t help blurting out.

  It was her first time seeing such a thing in real life— *Why doesn’t it look anything like the formation disks from the cultivation dramas I used to binge-watch with my cat?* Nostalgia flickered through her heart.

  "Pfft, what’s so impressive about a formation pte?" The white-cd young lord scoffed, voice full of disdain. "My family’s storeroom has piles of these."

  He remained utterly composed, his expression even tinged with a hint of contempt.

  *Still calling himself "this seat"... Such a handsome guy, why does he have to talk like such a try-hard?* Sanbao smiled awkwardly but said nothing.

  The white-cd young lord spun his sword zily. The bde sliced the air like strands of silver silk, releasing a wave of chilling air from its edge.

  He flicked his wrist again and again, each casual movement causing the temperature to plummet— tiny snowfkes materialized in the air where his sword passed, and the entire room grew noticeably colder.

  "His sword can actually create snow out of thin air?" Sanbao’s eyes widened in amazement.

  The white-cd young lord lifted his chin slightly, a fsh of smugness in his eyes.

  "This is the **Condensed Snow Sword**," he said leisurely. "It doesn't just create snowfkes. It can summon entire snowstorms."

  *I want it so badly!* An uncontrolble surge of desire rose within Sanbao.

  She stared at the sword, her mind filled with visions of herself wielding it— snow and water swirling under her command, merging perfectly with her water affinity powers.

  If she could obtain it, her strength would skyrocket—she could even break through her current bottlenecks!

  Her heartbeat quickened, her palms itching with anticipation.

  Just then, the bck-cd leader sneered.

  "A few snowfkes? Let me show you the true power of this formation."

  He produced an unremarkable-looking stone from his robe and gripped it tightly, muttering ancient incantations under his breath.

  Immediately, the edges of the formation glowed fiery red. Mystical runes lit up midair. In the next instant, **three fire dragons** emerged from the void, circling the edge of the eight-trigram array.

  The dragons' scales glowed molten red, their eyes burned with golden fmes, and waves of searing heat pulsed from their bodies.

  The bck-cd leader ughed mockingly: "Let’s see how your little snowfkes fare against my fire dragons."

  The room’s temperature soared.

  Sanbao found it harder and harder to breathe. She sneaked a gnce at the white-cd young lord— the confident smile was still frozen on his face, but sweat was now glistening on his forehead.

  *Is even the famous heir of the Wang family struggling now?* Sanbao muttered inwardly.

  The young lord’s sword danced faster and faster, trailing icy-blue arcs of sword qi through the air. The cold aura grew denser— but every time it reached the boundary of the formation, the cold vapor evaporated into nothingness.

  Worse, Sanbao noticed the eight-trigram pattern was slowly shrinking. And as the space narrowed, the bck-cd men closed in.

  Her heart clenched.

  "Qian Position—activate!" the bck-cd leader barked.

  A masked man standing at the northwest edge of the formation pulled open his robe, revealing a glowing sigil etched into his chest. Without hesitation, he stabbed a dagger into its center.

  The sigil erupted with blinding red light.

  At the same time, one of the circling fire dragons dove toward the center of the formation. It roared and unleashed a torrent of fmes straight at Sanbao!

  "Watch out!" The white-cd young lord’s face changed. He swiftly pulled a wooden talisman from his brocade pouch and thrust it before Sanbao.

  The fire struck the wood, but instead of burning it, the surface fshed with a **yin-yang fish pattern**— the fmes were absorbed instantly.

  *That piece of wood… it’s a shield?! A defensive treasure!* Sanbao marveled inwardly. *The Wang family is absurdly rich. Not only does he carry a spatial artifact around, he even has all sorts of treasures stuffed inside it!*

  She eyed the shield curiously. To her dismay, it looked like a ragged piece of tree bark, still covered in patches of green moss.

  *This shabby thing is a treasure?* Sanbao’s expression twisted subtly.

  Meanwhile, the bck-cd leader’s face grew grim. "The **Eight-Trigram Oak Shield**? Let’s see how long you can st."

  "Dui Position—activate!"

  Another masked figure at the western edge of the array mirrored the first: revealing a glowing sigil, stabbing it without hesitation.

  The second fire dragon roared up into the air, joining the first in breathing down waves of fme.

  The temperature soared even higher. The yin-yang glow on the oak shield dimmed visibly, and a crack split across the wood.

  The crack widened before Sanbao’s horrified eyes.

  *It’s breaking?!*

  Panic gripped her.

  The white-cd young lord’s expression finally shifted— gone was the earlier ease. Sweat poured down his face.

  The bck-cd leader sneered: "Let’s see how long you can st."

  The eight-trigram formation had stopped shrinking, but the two fire dragons’ combined assault grew fiercer by the second.

  The shield’s glow faded. The cracks deepened.

  The situation was spiraling toward disaster…