Ice Spirit Cold Spring

At the end of the corridor.

Wei Yang looked at the door before him, which appeared to be made of wood, and reached out to touch it.

"From the outside, it looks like a wooden door, but it's actually an iron door forged from refined steel, covered with a layer of wood veneer." Wei Yang shook his head with an amused smile, then released his Soul Power into the interior and opened the door from within.

He stepped into the room.

It was a rather spacious room, though its interior was likewise piled high with all sorts of junk and clutter.

A filthy old man lay sprawled over a table, sleeping like the dead and occasionally letting out faint snores.

Wei Yang swept his gaze around the room before it finally settled on several crystal covers atop a counter. A trace of surprise flashed across his face.

"Ah, so many precious medicinal herbs!" Xian'er's gaze also stopped there. She released Wei Yang's hand and hurried forward, excitedly looking at the herbs displayed beneath the crystal covers.

"Fire Heart Seven-Leaf Flower, Blood Crystal Grass, Blue Rock Heart Stone, Purple Blood Spirit Ganoderma..." Xian'er kept murmuring their names excitedly, her eyes practically shining.

Wei Yang also walked over.

Each of these medicinal herbs was a rare treasure seldom seen in the outside world, yet they had all been gathered here.

The collection here was truly abundant!

One could doubt other aspects of Pill King Gu He's elder brother, but one absolutely could not doubt his eye for treasures or his particular obsession.

Not a single medicinal herb stored here was below the fourth tier.

Moreover, every one of them was something ordinarily difficult to find, practically a rarity with a price but no market.

There were no fewer than forty or fifty varieties here, all laid out atop the crystal counters.

The little girl was so delighted that she nearly lost her bearings.

She seemed to possess an innate lack of resistance toward precious medicinal herbs.

Just like in the original story, at the Cliff Cave Opportunity, she had been a girl who was not even a Dou Zhe, yet she had nearly fought Xiao Yan over the herbs in that small flower bed.

After entering the cave dwelling, she did not even spare a glance for the mountain-like pile of gold coins or the other treasures.

Her eyes had been fixed solely on that little flower bed.

That alone showed how obsessed she was with precious medicinal herbs.

Now that she possessed the foundation to become an alchemist, that obsession—or rather, that particular quirk—showed signs of growing even worse.

"Brother Yang." Xian'er only came back to her senses after being excited for quite a while.

She pulled back the hood covering her head, revealing a delicate little face no larger than a palm.

She walked over and hugged Wei Yang's arm. Her pearly teeth lightly bit her red lips, while an alluring blush spread across her face. With watery eyes fixed on Wei Yang, she called out in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Brother Yang~"

Wei Yang felt his bones go soft and covered his forehead.

Well then, the girl had even resorted to a honey trap.

With a wave of his hand, he said, "If you like them, put them away. They're all yours."

"Yay~, thank you, Brother Yang." Xian'er cheered, rose onto her tiptoes, and took the initiative to give Wei Yang's lips a light peck.

Then she turned and skipped over to the crystal counter, carefully opening it and taking out the precious herbs, each protected inside a jade box, one by one before storing them in her Storage Ring.

"Hm hm..." She even hummed a cheerful little tune.

Watching Xian'er bustle about like a diligent little bee moving the medicinal herbs, Wei Yang shook his head with a smile.

He walked over to the cluttered table and looked down at the filthy old man sleeping soundly with his head on it.

Who could have imagined that such a thin, filthy old man would be the elder brother of Pill King Gu He, renowned throughout the Jia Ma Empire?

He gently removed the Storage Ring from the old man's withered finger. His powerful Soul Power surged into the ring, forcibly breaking the Soul Imprint and restrictions within.

"Hmph." The filthy old man, who had been sleeping soundly, let out a muffled groan and furrowed his brow, but he still did not awaken.

Wei Yang ignored him. After taking the sleeping drug Xian'er had specially concocted, he would not wake up so easily.

His senses swept through the Storage Ring.

It was a Storage Ring with a spacious interior of nearly twenty square meters and a height of roughly five meters.

Inside were various odds and ends: books, notes, Pill Formulas, scrolls, gold coins, Gold Coin Cards, medicine cauldrons, bottles, jars, and many other items.

Wei Yang carefully scanned through everything inside, taking out every suspicious item that might have had a mark left on it and tossing them onto the floor.

Only after confirming that there was nothing suspicious did Wei Yang put away the Storage Ring.

Now was not the time to inventory the gains within.

Then his robes and hair began to move despite the absence of wind. A powerful wave of Soul Power spread out as he carefully searched the room.

Very soon, a concealed stone slab was opened, and the items hidden inside flew out, hovering before Wei Yang.

They were four thick, ancient-looking books.

With a thought from Wei Yang, the books opened one after another, and his gaze roughly swept over their contents.

He found that they recorded introductions to rare treasures, strange tales, special environments, and precious medicinal herbs.

"Not bad." Wei Yang nodded and put away the books.

These books had been painstakingly written by people of old and recorded much information about their experiences, unusual events, rare treasures, and the like. They were similar to encyclopedias of the Dou Qi Continent, capable of broadening one's knowledge and horizons after being read.

He then continued searching, sweeping his Soul Power inch by inch through the room.

Soon, the corner of Wei Yang's mouth twitched.

His gaze landed strangely on the filthy old man sleeping before him.

Suppressing his disgust, he moved his thoughts.

At once, a ring slowly floated up from beneath the old man's lower body.

Looking at the ring hovering before him, Wei Yang's face twitched. Who could have imagined it had been hidden beneath the old man... in that kind of place?

Wei Yang had merely intended to sweep his senses quickly through that area to avoid overlooking anything. Who would have thought he would actually find something?

It had been slipped directly onto that thing—could you believe it?!

Still, it really was effective.

Even if most people searched, they would rarely think to investigate that sort of place beneath someone's body.

What a sneaky bastard.

Wei Yang took out a handkerchief from his Storage Ring. Suppressing his disgust, he wrapped the ring in the handkerchief and wiped it vigorously.

Then his Soul Power surged forth, forcibly breaking the protective restrictions within the Storage Ring as his senses penetrated inside.

The interior was another space roughly the same size as the previous Storage Ring.

However, there were not many items inside—only five.

Yet when Wei Yang saw those five items, his eyes lit up.

That was because every single one of them was an incomparably precious treasure.

Among them was the very item Wei Yang had come here seeking.

With a thought, a White Jade Box the size of a washbasin floated into the air before him.

The White Jade Box was sealed extremely tightly. Aside from the opening at the top, there was not the slightest gap.

Even through the layer of white jade, Wei Yang could still clearly sense the faint chill seeping out from within.

He carefully lifted the sealed lid of the White Jade Box.

The moment the lid was opened, a wave of icy mist curled upward.

In an instant, the temperature inside the room plummeted.

Ignoring the sudden drop in temperature, Wei Yang hurriedly looked into the jade box.

Inside, a thick layer of ice had been neatly arranged, and at its center sat a small Mutton-Fat Jade Bottle.

Cold air curled around the jade bottle, carrying a chill that seemed capable of freezing one's very soul.

Looking at the small jade bottle exuding cold air, Wei Yang inhaled a breath of frosty air and smiled. "Found it—the Ice Spirit Cold Spring!"

It was also an incomparably precious natural treasure, born in lands of extreme cold.

It was furthermore a treasure that could assist in refining Heavenly Flames.

When refining Heavenly Flames, consuming the Ice Spirit Cold Spring would allow its cold energy to protect the body's meridians from being burned and destroyed by the Heavenly Flames' intense heat.