Soul Land—Chapter 37: Obtaining Immortal Herbs
Two and a half months later.
Ling Qianyao finally found the right moment to let Dugu Bo take him to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's Flower and Grass Atlas was sent over a month ago. Under the manipulation of a certain evil angel, Ling Qianyao paid a heavy price to acquire it.
Of course, along the way, he also obtained the storage soul guidance device he wanted — a golden bracelet engraved with angel wings on the inside, capable of storing living things.
Qian Renxue blushed and forcefully stuffed it into his arms.
The bracelet not only looked gorgeous but also had a spacious internal space, enough to hold all the immortal herbs he needed for this trip.
Over the past month, Ling Qianyao had been laying the groundwork and subtly giving psychological hints to Dugu Bo. He had also imprinted all the immortal herbs atlas sent by Chrysanthemum Douluo into his mind.
Meanwhile, he collected a portion of the immortal herbs atlas and reorganized it into a book.
Sometimes Ling Qianyao doubted whether his suspicion of Dugu Bo was necessary. Before Dugu Bo voluntarily agreed to take him to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, their conversations involved Dugu Yan.
After Ling Qianyao mentioned that Dugu Yan could cure the hidden dangers of the martial soul earlier, Dugu Bo quickly proposed taking him to a secret medicinal garden.
Though, at that moment, Dugu Bo's eyes when looking at Ling Qianyao seemed strange—scrutinizing, expectant, satisfied, and with a hint of instant desire to grab and refine.
Sunset Forest, Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
"Qianyao, we are here," Dugu Bo said.
Ling Qianyao was released from the Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse, and the two stood together on a cliff.
"To be honest, the environment inside your Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse isn't very good. It's pitch black," Ling Qianyao remarked.
Dugu Bo glared. "It's good that I let you in. Do you think this Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse is open to everyone? If it weren't for your particularity, I wouldn't let you in. Don't be ungrateful. You should know that this is one of the few storage soul guidance devices on the continent capable of storing living things — very rare, understand?"
His eyes rolled happily as he added, "Do you like my Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse? It's a small matter. Listen to me—spend more time with my Yanyan. If you can win her heart, I might consider helping you."
"Haha," Ling Qianyao rolled his eyes. He had heard Dugu Bo's sales pitch too many times recently.
He understood, though. Dugu Yan was Dugu Bo's favorite, and naturally, he hoped she could have a good future.
Dugu Bo was not angry but sighed, thinking Ling Qianyao was quite difficult. He didn't like her slender waist.
He originally thought he would die soon. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was one of the top three sects, so it was a good thing for Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan of this generation to get in touch.
When he died of the poison, Dugu Yan would have someone to rely on. He didn't stop Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan from meeting.
Initially, with Yu Tianheng's personality, he wasn't very optimistic.
But then again, since he and Dugu Yan now had hope of curing the hidden dangers of their martial soul, his lifespan could be extended. His previous concerns about Dugu Yan's future faded.
After Ling Qianyao suppressed the poison in his body, he even specifically told Dugu Yan not to get too close to Yu Tianheng.
At that time, Dugu Yan was still angry and agreed without much thought. She and Yu Tianheng had just begun to develop feelings, and now they were just ordinary classmates again.
Ling Qianyao didn't know what Yu Tianheng was thinking, but once, passing by the academy's lake at night, he vaguely heard a whisper: "Yanzi, how can I live without you?"
Fortunately, that was just a passing moment. Otherwise, Ling Qianyao would have suspected Yu Tianheng was truly mentally ill.
"Go down," Dugu Bo said, lifting Ling Qianyao directly. He jumped, descending to the bottom of the cliff.
The cold wind in the valley was biting but carried a strange, fresh breath.
Ling Qianyao only felt his body lighten as Dugu Bo's soul power surrounded him, like an invisible shield.
They fell rapidly, and the scenery in front of them gradually became clearer.
The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well—this legendary sacred place of immortal herbs—finally appeared before Ling Qianyao.
A strange lake quietly lay at the bottom of the valley. Half of the lake's water was as cold as ice, and the other half as hot as fire. The opposing forces merged here in a wondrous harmony.
The two liquids, milky white and vermilion, were separated, with water vapor rising continuously.
Around the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, there were many immortal herbs, medicinal herbs, and poisons.
"How about it, Qianyao? Isn't this medicinal garden of your teacher good? The strange scene and herbs all over the ground are cultivated with great effort," Dugu Bo said proudly, stroking his beard.
Ling Qianyao rolled his eyes. "Really? Master is so powerful. Then what is this herb?"
He stepped on the ground and quickly approached a strange, colorful herb with an unusual shape.
"Uh, this...," Dugu Bo's eyes flickered, tangled.
Seeing Ling Qianyao's teasing gaze, Dugu Bo snorted coldly. "Come on, come on, brat. I admit I've worked hard to cultivate many of these herbs, but some are rare and precious—nurtured by heaven and earth—and I may not recognize them all."
He waved his hand awkwardly, feeling a little annoyed at his momentary speechlessness.
He should have just made something up, confident that Ling Qianyao wouldn't recognize it.
"I told you my poison has been born in my body since I cultivated my martial soul," Dugu Bo said. "When I reached the Soul Saint level, it already affected me. Fortunately, when I became a Soul Douluo, I discovered this place."
He paused. "By taking advantage of the extreme cold and heat of the hot spring, I suppressed the riot of the poison in my body and gained some benefits for my soul power."
He looked at Ling Qianyao. "You can take any herbs you want, but you must choose herbs you know. I don't know many here. If you take some poisons I don't recognize and get poisoned, I won't be able to help you."
Ling Qianyao smiled happily. "Teacher, don't worry. Don't forget my martial soul ability. Besides, I won't use herbs I don't recognize."
He added with a grin, "Teacher, did you do this before, right?"
Dugu Bo's tone choked. He snorted coldly and didn't reply.
When he first discovered this place, he was naturally ecstatic. It accelerated his cultivation of soul power, and the exotic herbs here tempted him.
But in the end, he was not an emperor—he was a non-European. The first herb he tried detonated the poison in his body. He nearly died beside the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Since then, he dared not randomly use the herbs here, even the Singular Velvet Sky Reaching Chrysanthemum, which looked like Chrysanthemum Douluo's martial soul. Who knew if the Singular Velvet Sky Reaching Chrysanthemum here was the same as that Chrysanthemum Douluo's martial soul?
What if it was poisonous? Wouldn't he be risking his life?
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