Nine Flames Dragon Lord was building pill chambers on the south side. Nine small furnaces hung in mid-air, each with a different shape. Some looked like dragon heads, some like fire urns, and others like round cauldrons of red copper.
Nine Flames Dragon Lord stood in the center. With a wave of his sleeve, nine types of flames flew from his palm.
Earth fire was heavy and thick, wood fire was a verdant green, thunder fire shone a brilliant white, heart fire was formless, true fire blazed a scorching scarlet, pill fire was gentle, spirit fire was nimble, demon fire was dark and bewitching, and dragon fire was the most domineering of all.
The nine flames entered their respective furnaces and burned silently, tinting the clouds and mist on the mountainside red. Pure Yang Master watched Nine Flames Dragon Lord’s back, feeling a mix of complex emotions. He had already seen that this demon dragon couldn't be counted on in a real battle.
For someone with such an extraordinary dragon lineage to always steer fights toward pill refining was a complete waste of a demon dragon's body. But a nascent soul was a nascent soul, after all! And Nine Flames Dragon Lord was indeed a master of pill refining.