When the Furnace Fires Up, the Genius's Pride Lies in Ruins

"Good-for-nothing! You think you're worthy of touching my junior sister?" An inner-sect prodigy crushed Lin Chen's sword in front of everyone and stole his childhood sweetheart, drawing laughter from the entire hall. Lin Chen lowered his eyes to the faintly visible furnace in his palm. He had waited three years for this moment.

"You said... who was good-for-nothing?"

He suddenly raised his hand and sucked his rival's prized signature sword art into the furnace, right before the sect elders. The sword light shattered, spiritual energy surged into him, and Lin Chen's cultivation skyrocketed. He swung his palm back, slamming the once-arrogant prodigy into the bluestone floor so hard no one could pry him out.

The whole place fell silent. The elders' pupils contracted: Had this kid swallowed a sword art, or someone's very life?

From that day on, the Qingyun Sect had no more good-for-nothings, only a Myriad Realms Furnace that devoured anything it saw. Otherworldly flames, legacies, holy maidens from enemy sects, heirs of ancient clans... If it was served up to him, he wanted it all. His enemies were always scheming, while he always kept one last trump card. You think he's cornered? He's just waiting for you to finish mocking him, so he can devour you, your people, and your entire backing.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.