Chen Xin Admits Defeat, Ning Rongrong Is Amazed

At the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Dugu Bo led two sobbing bundles into the valley.

Chen Xin truly deserved his status as a peak level ninety-six Douluo. Pear Blossom With Rain's debilitating effect had been weakened to the utmost on him.

Whenever fresh tears flowed down his face, they were shredded by sword qi.

Small blossoms of tear mist would occasionally appear before him.

Ning Rongrong had no such means and could only let Chen Xin carry her along.

Yet whenever she sobbed, she would secretly turn to look at Chen Xin, crying and laughing at the same time.

It left Chen Xin with dark lines all over his face.

"Old Poison, I admit defeat this time. Hurry up and bring out the antidote!

"If anything really happens to Rongrong, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect won't let you off!"

Dugu Bo walked at the front with a delighted expression.

Only after hearing Chen Xin urge him did he seem to suddenly remember.

"Oh, right!"

He put on a show of taking several steps toward the medicine room, then abruptly turned back.

Chen Xin's face was stern as he glared at him, suppressing his anger.

"What? Is there something else?"

Dugu Bo gave a crafty grin.

"No, I just suddenly remembered that the antidote isn't in the room. I carry it with me!

"Ah, when people get old, their memory just gets worse."

As he spoke, he took a small porcelain bottle from his robes and tossed it to Chen Xin.

"You!"

Chen Xin trembled with rage, yet could not vent it!

Dugu Bo had first tricked him into thinking the antidote was in the valley, then only remembered it was on him after they entered. He clearly just wanted to see him make a fool of himself!

Chen Xin said nothing more. He was afraid he would not be able to stop himself from slashing out with his sword!

He opened the small porcelain bottle one-handed and found it pitch-black and empty inside, with only a layer of some unknown substance smeared across the bottom.

Just as he was about to question him, an overpowering stench wafted from the bottle's mouth.

"Blergh—"

Caught off guard, Chen Xin nearly vomited.

Yet as the foul stench hit him, the tears streaming freely from his eyes actually stopped, and the Soul Core in his Dantian no longer reacted to that inexplicable poison.

Chen Xin knew Dugu Bo had not faked it.

He immediately held the bottle's mouth beneath Ning Rongrong's nose.

In an instant.

"Blergh—"

Ning Rongrong's eyes bulged, her lips parted, and her delicate face immediately crumpled.

Under that overpowering stench, she could not control her expression or reaction at all. She practically wanted to vomit out her tongue.

But sure enough.

The antidote worked instantly.

Ning Rongrong immediately regained her strength, broke free from Chen Xin's large hand, and stood to one side to fight off her body's reaction.

Chen Xin patted Ning Rongrong's back with concern.

Then he glared fiercely at Dugu Bo.

"You old poison, you really are..."

Dugu Bo did not care. After being suppressed by Chen Xin for so many years, he had finally vented some of his frustration.

He pointed in the direction of the spring and said, "Mingfei is over there. If you have anything to say, go speak to him yourselves.

"But this Old Man advises you not to bring this little girl along.

"Although my Poison Pill protects her and the poisonous miasma in the valley cannot harm her, the area around the spring is not somewhere she can go.

"If anything truly goes wrong, it will be because you, Chen Xin, failed in your duty as her protector. Don't come blaming us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dugu Bo's figure flickered, turning into an afterimage as he returned to the medicine room.

Although he had vanished from sight, Chen Xin could sense that Dugu Bo's attention remained fixed on him.

If he made any improper move against Yu Mingfei, the poisonous fog surrounding the valley would no longer remain as calm as it was now.

Seeing this, Chen Xin could not help but sigh.

"Yu Mingfei truly is remarkable! He actually managed to tame Old Poison so thoroughly.

"Fengzhi, you really were wrong."

Only after Ning Rongrong recovered did Chen Xin have the leisure to examine the place.

This place lay at the heart of Sunset Forest, with countless Soul Beasts serving as its first line of defense. Ordinary people would find it nearly impossible to approach.

Poisonous fog filled the valley's exterior. Even a Soul Douluo would fare poorly there; once contaminated, death was certain.

And the death would be exceptionally ugly. Turning into a puddle of poison water would already count as a quick and painless death.

Once one entered the valley, however, it was an entirely different scene.

Two Divine Springs, one cold and one hot, converged as yin and yang gave rise to each other, filling the air with mist.

A destructive power capable of wearing away everything lurked within that mist, constantly warning Chen Xin's instincts of danger.

All manner of dazzling plants grew on both sides of the Divine Springs, yet Chen Xin could not recognize a single one.

But the unease in his heart told him not to touch them lightly.

That would not end well.

Chen Xin looked toward the springhead of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and immediately spotted the figure seated on the shore.

Black hair, black clothes, with the tips of a pair of Vermillion Dragon Horns protruding from his forehead. Behind him, a Dragon Tail covered in white scales and red mane coiled about, stirring the mist in the air.

Who else could it be but Yu Mingfei?

"Rongrong, are you feeling better?"

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and took deep breaths, doing her best to forget that nauseating feeling from earlier.

"Grandpa Sword..." Her voice was certainly strong enough now.

But her expression was off again, as though she had suffered a mental trauma.

"Sigh..." Chen Xin let out a soft sigh. "This time, Grandpa Sword was careless and got you caught up in it.

"But you must also be careful when you go out to train in the future.

"When you encounter someone who uses poison or has strange Soul Skills, you must immediately retreat far away.

"People like that are too dangerous.

"Even if they are allies, there is still a chance of accidental injury."

Ning Rongrong nodded fiercely.

"Rongrong remembers! I'll definitely stay far away!"

Chen Xin said no more. Taking Ning Rongrong's hand, he enveloped her in Soul Power and laid down another Sword Qi Net.

Only after confirming that it blocked off most of the aura of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well did he lead her toward the springhead.

Though the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was dangerous, Chen Xin was still a level ninety-six Titled Douluo.

Protecting one person for a short time was not a problem.

But the closer he got, the greater the pressure in his heart became.

The unfamiliar plants around the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well appeared harmless as they swayed in the breeze.

Yet Chen Xin constantly felt as though he were exposed to a dangerous environment.

Hm? Blue Silver Grass?

Blue Silver Grass can actually survive in a place like this?

In a corner beside one of the Divine Springs, Chen Xin's gaze fell upon a tall, slender stalk of Blue Silver Grass.

Unlike the Blue Silver Grass found elsewhere, whose short blades carpeted the ground.

This one stood alone, its leaves long and slender, soft and smooth, with a crystalline blue hue across their surface.

As if sensing Chen Xin's gaze, the faint golden patterns on the leaves immediately concealed themselves and vanished.

The unusual, wondrous sheen on the leaves also dimmed.

Chen Xin clicked his tongue in amazement.

If this Blue Silver Grass grows for another thousand years or so, it might become a Soul Beast!

Dugu Bo's place truly is extraordinary.

Before long, the two arrived at the shore of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Hearing the movement behind him, Yu Mingfei lifted his feet from the Divine Springs and rested them upon the stone beneath him.

He turned to look at Chen Xin and Ning Rongrong.

"Senior Chen Xin, I hope you have been well.

"It has only been a few days, yet your bearing remains as impressive as ever."

A smile rested on his face, and his dazzling Golden Eyes shone brilliantly.

"Ah!"

Seeing those golden eyes, Ning Rongrong could not help crying out.

Her gaze kept shifting between Yu Mingfei's Dragon Horns, Dragon Tail, and eyes.

The amazement on her face was completely undisguised.

Although she had seen him yesterday at the Great Soul Arena, Ning Rongrong had been intimidated by the imposing aura naturally carried by Xue Qinghe's identity as Crown Prince. She had only focused on making herself as inconspicuous as possible, paying no attention to Yu Mingfei.

So she had not noticed his changes.

But now that she saw him, she was immediately captivated.

"Yu Mingfei, you've changed so much!

"Can Martial Soul Mutation really be this exaggerated?"