Flameless Fire

The medicine jars in the Qingyun Sect's servant quarters were always steeped in the bitterness of Lin Mo's past three years. Once a peerless genius with twin fire spirit roots, he lost the spiritual energy in his dantian to a raging fever, along with every last trace of his former glory. Now everyone bullied him as a good-for-nothing. Only the warm steamed bun Su Qingwan gave him still carried a little warmth from the human world.

Then the black stone by the stove grew hot. The scar on his chest resonated with his bloodline, and the flame that had gone out suddenly kindled again at his fingertips. Hidden in the ashes mocked by all was a secret from three hundred years ago: he had not gone berserk in cultivation. He bore an ancient Flame Meridian, and that fever had been the divine flame sealing itself into his bones and blood.

When crimson flames licked at the clubs of those who had tormented him, and his shattered dantian began to reform, Lin Mo finally understood: Emberfire was never the lingering warmth of an extinguished flame. It was a spark buried beneath the ashes, one capable of burning through the nine heavens.

He would stand tall despite their ridicule. He would make the worry fade from Su Qingwan's eyes. He would tear open the lies in the sect's ancient texts, and, more than anything, ask the lofty immortals and gods: Why should mortals be denied the path to heaven?

And those who had once trampled his dignity would eventually understand that the one rising from the ashes could burn through the whole

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.