Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Feng Ling's identity exposed

Back outside the tent.

Qian Renxue had already lifted the flap and come out. Frowning, she asked, "Where's that Soul Beast from just now?"

Feng Ling sat down by the fire and poked at the logs.

"That Soul Beast was only passing through. It's gone now."

"Gone?" Qian Renxue looked unconvinced.

"Mm."

Qian Renxue stared at him for several breaths, her gaze roaming over him.

She really hadn't sensed any fluctuation of Soul Power just now, and there was no trace of Soul Power about Feng Ling either.

How could an ordinary person have driven a Soul Beast away?

But she couldn't think of another explanation.

"...Fine," Qian Renxue added glumly.

"You'd better not be lying to me."

Feng Ling paused for a moment, but still nodded.

"I'm not lying to you."

Early the next morning, the two continued deeper into the forest.

The farther in they went, the denser the trees grew and the harder the path became.

Venomous insects and poisonous plants.

They were everywhere.

After walking for a long time.

Qian Renxue couldn't help speaking up.

"What herb are you looking for, anyway? We've been walking for almost four hours. Luckily, we haven't run into a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. If we do, I won't be able to look after you."

Feng Ling didn't look back, his steps steady.

"We're almost there."

"You've said that eight hundred times."

Qian Renxue sounded annoyed.

After another incense stick's worth of walking, Feng Ling suddenly stopped and raised a hand to point ahead.

"We're here."

Qian Renxue looked in the direction he was pointing.

The poisonous miasma in the forest ahead was as thick as paste, a sea of green. Even from far away, she could smell its pungent, stinging odor.

Her expression changed, and she instinctively grabbed Feng Ling's arm.

"Wait! The poisonous miasma here is more than a hundred times thicker than elsewhere. Even a Soul Master would die for certain if they touched it. You're an ordinary person-are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Feng Ling didn't stop and walked straight toward the poisonous miasma.

Qian Renxue grew anxious and couldn't help raising her voice.

"Feng Ling! Did you hear me? Stop!"

Without breaking stride, Feng Ling plunged into the green poisonous fog.

Qian Renxue's heart half turned to ice. She was just about to rush in and pull him out when she saw the poisonous miasma being blocked by something whenever it came close to him.

Before Qian Renxue could recover from her shock.

Feng Ling stopped in the poisonous miasma and looked back at her.

"Follow me."

Qian Renxue came to her senses and followed him.

After they passed through layer upon layer of poisonous miasma, the sight inside left Qian Renxue utterly dumbfounded.

A lush herb garden spread out before her, filled with countless medicinal herbs of every kind.

She had only ever seen illustrations of several of them in the Spirit Hall's records.

In the middle was a small hot spring pool, with steam rising from one side and cold vapor from the other.

"This..."

"Could this be the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, one of the three great cornucopias?"

Qian Renxue crouched down to examine an herb at her feet that glimmered gold all over, and drew a breath.

"Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma? One this big?"

She stood and turned to look at Feng Ling, her gaze completely different from before.

"Feng Ling, is this the herb you were talking about?"

Feng Ling smiled but didn't answer her question. He raised his eyes and looked deeper into the herb garden.

A voice came from within. "Who dares trespass in this old man's herb garden?!"

Immediately afterward, the pressure of a Titled Douluo came crashing down upon them, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.

Qian Renxue's expression changed, and her Soul Rings shot up.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black!

Five Soul Rings revolved around her as she braced herself against the pressure and retreated two steps.

"Feng Ling!"

She turned to look at him and saw him standing with his hands behind his back, right in the middle of the pressure. Let alone retreating, not even a strand of his hair had moved.

Qian Renxue's pupils contracted.

This guy... really was hiding his strength.

The door of a stone house deep in the herb garden swung open, and an old man with long, dark green hair stepped out. It was none other than Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.

He glanced at the two of them, his wary expression turning scornful.

"Two little brats dare to trespass on this old man's territory?"

His gaze lingered on Qian Renxue for a moment. Five Soul Rings, Soul King cultivation, and she was still young. Her talent could be called monstrous.

Then he looked at Feng Ling. An ordinary person with no Soul Power could actually ignore his pressure.

Dugu Bo muttered to himself that something was off about both of them.

He snorted and stood with his hands behind his back.

"This old man won't make things difficult for you. If you can last two exchanges against me, I'll let you leave. If not, you'll stay here and serve as fertilizer for my herb garden."

Qian Renxue frowned and activated her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul at full strength.

Five Soul Rings arrayed themselves behind her, and a golden Angel Phantom appeared at her back.

She pointed her sword at Dugu Bo, her tone cold and proud. "Senior Dugu, are you sure you want to keep me here?"

The moment Dugu Bo saw the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, his expression changed.

"The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul? You're from the Spirit Hall's Qian Family?"

Qian Renxue didn't answer. The tip of her sword didn't waver.

Dugu Bo's expression shifted as his gaze moved from Qian Renxue to Feng Ling, then back again.

The Spirit Hall's Qian Family was not to be trifled with, and the Great Enshrined was among the top Titled Douluo on the continent.

But then he took another look at Feng Ling.

This fellow had no Soul Power, yet showed no reaction to his Titled Douluo pressure.

These two were each thornier than the other.

Dugu Bo fell silent for several breaths, then finally set his sights on Feng Ling.

"Boy, I'll give you three moves. If you can make me take even half a step back, you may pick whatever you like from this herb garden. If not, you'll stay here."

Qian Renxue intervened.

"Senior Dugu, he's only..."

Before Qian Renxue could finish, Feng Ling stepped forward and interrupted her.

"Very well. This emperor accepts."

"This emperor?"

Hearing that familiar title, Qian Renxue instantly recalled the mysterious Demon God Emperor from Treasure Sword City.

"You?!"

Feng Ling offered no explanation and slowly walked toward Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo watched Feng Ling approach, growing more and more wary.

For some reason, a trace of fear rose in his heart.

"Come on, boy!"

As Dugu Bo spoke, he released his Jade Phosphorus Snake Martial Soul.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Nine Soul Rings radiated a terrifying pressure.

A slight smile touched the corners of Feng Ling's mouth as he stopped.

A rift suddenly opened in the void behind him.

Two Heaven-Defying Demon Dragons poked their heads out and stared at the Jade Phosphorus Snake.

This time, everyone present was utterly shocked.

Dugu Bo could clearly feel his Martial Soul trembling in fear.

And he himself also realized that this boy had been hiding his strength all along!

Qian Renxue looked at the two Heaven-Defying Demon Dragons and murmured.

"You... really are him."

"The Demon God Emperor!"

Feng Ling, or rather Feng Xiu, watched Dugu Bo gradually lose his will to fight under the suppression of the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Emperor bloodline.

The Jade Phosphorus Snake Martial Soul began to turn illusory and transparent.

The dignified Poison Douluo retreated without a fight.

"What's this? Didn't you just say you'd give this emperor three moves?"

"Are you... looking down on this emperor, so you don't intend to resist?"

"N-no... no, no, boy, this old man isn't afraid of you!"

Dugu Bo's voice trembled a little, but he still forced himself to remain calm.

"Good."

"Then here this emperor comes!"

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