I See All Beings as Grass and Trees, Only You Are the Green Mountain

Evan Lin releases his palm, and the ground begins to crack open around him.

Countless massive pillars of fire shoot straight up from the ground—each one lava-colored, blazing in everyone’s eyes.

Those clumps of searing flames are thick as magma; the ground glows layer by layer with pale red, and the topsoil starts to crumble from the extreme heat.

In no time, the fire blasts into the edge of the Summer Gate formation, followed by the sound of dragons roaring.

“That’s...?”

“It’s a dragon!”

Everyone around is shocked, staring at the scene before them, frozen in place.

In their eyes, the giant pillars of fire centered on Evan Lin instantly morph into enormous dragons made entirely of flame.

The fire dragons roar and rampage inside the Summer Gate, weaving through the space; wherever they pass, fierce flames cascade down—everywhere you look, it’s all fire.

This heat wave is far stronger and more intense than the original Summer Gate’s.

This is pure fire—no tricks, just the hottest flame.

The fire dragons coil around Evan Lin, and in a blink, they fill the entire space of the Summer Gate.

“How is this possible...?”

Blake Lin’s eyes widen; seeing this, even he is completely stunned despite his status.

His gaze pierces through layers of flame, staring straight at Master Lin from Seacrest, surrounded by fire dragons.

That young boy, right now among the fire dragons, is like a king walking out of the flames.

He looks like he’s doing nothing, but every fire dragon bristles with wild power; countless flames ignite the air, crackling all around.

“I... my... my goodness.”

Logan Lu stares at the scene, utterly dumbfounded; he never imagined that Master Lin from Seacrest could be such a savage existence.

He swallows hard—the surging heat wave soaks him in sweat, his mouth dry as a bone.

Logan Lu stared at those fire dragons weaving through the Summer Gate, as if he were witnessing some indescribable work of art.

Even though those fire dragons were just shapes formed from flame, without any real body, their dragon eyes and whiskers were so vivid it was almost frightening.

Whenever a fire dragon glanced this way, Logan Lu, caught in its gaze, felt as if he’d been plunged into a pool.

The intense heat made Logan Lu feel as if he could be swallowed by the flames at any moment.

No—

It wasn’t just an illusion—it really felt like he was already standing in the middle of the fire.

He could even smell the scent of roasted meat coming from his own skin and hair.

"No way, I must be seeing things—just seeing things."

Logan Lu muttered as he reached for the teacup on the table beside him.

But as soon as his hand touched the rim of the porcelain cup, the scalding heat made him jerk his hand back.

He turned his head, a bit stunned to find the tea inside the cup had started boiling—who knows when!

This spot was nearly fifty meters from the center of the Summer Gate in the Ju family ancestral hall!

From that far away, Master Lin from Seacrest could make the tea boil just with those fire dragons!

Logan Lu felt completely out of sorts.

Just how much heat was that? How high was the temperature?

And Logan Lu was sure—Master Lin from Seacrest must be holding back a little. Otherwise, with that kind of extreme heat, the spectators would’ve been burned long ago.

"Monster, absolute monster,"

Logan Lu muttered to himself, watching as the tea evaporated into steam right before his eyes. He couldn’t help turning to look at Blake Lin sitting beside him.

Blake Lin was now sitting up straight.

He stared at the Summer Gate, his expression shifting constantly, his brows furrowing again and again.

This was a look that had never appeared on him before.

From start to finish, Blake Lin had always appeared lazily unmoved in the eyes of Logan Lu—even when he occasionally watched so-called experts spar, he merely watched, nothing more.

He rarely showed much emotion, and certainly never looked as serious as he did today.

And since Logan Lu was sitting very close to Blake Lin, he could sense that, at this moment, Blake Lin actually had a hint of battle intent about him.

Even if that battle intent flashed by in an instant, it was undeniably real.

Could it be that Blake Lin was planning to fight Master Lin from Seacrest?

The very thought startled Logan Lu so much he nearly jumped.

After all, Blake Lin was a member of the Orthodox Lin Clan—a top-tier figure. In the Beijing region, plenty of people had wanted to spar with him.

Those challengers were usually Pointing-to-Mystery experts, with enough reputation and heritage to back them up.

But when faced with a flood of challenges, Blake Lin rarely even spared them a glance.

His arrogance lay in the fact that he considered most opponents beneath his notice—not worth his time.

After so long in Beijing, before his reputation exploded, Blake Lin only challenged those old masters who’d rarely shown themselves.

Once his name spread, his focus shifted mostly to the China Divine Martial List—the real legends.

Aside from that, almost no one could make him even think about fighting.

But now, he was actually interested in Master Lin from Seacrest?

If word got out, there wouldn’t even need to be a real fight—Master Lin’s name alone would instantly draw a tidal wave of attention across Beijing.

After all, anyone who could make Blake Lin want to throw hands was a true monster, no matter where you found them.

“That’s a true fire constitution.”

Blake Lin muttered to himself, clicking his tongue in amazement. His gaze shifted again and again, finally settling into a playful look: “No wonder—no wonder this guy can say he’ll break the array in ten seconds.”

“The Summer Gate is already fire, but a true fire constitution is a gift from heaven. Compared to that, the Summer Gate only borrows a bit of solar flame—it’s just heaven-borrowed fire.”