Time flew by, and more than a year passed in the blink of an eye.
The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had now taken on an entirely new appearance.
Several wooden cabins had been built in an orderly arrangement along the edge of the valley.
Orderly herb gardens surrounded them, with all manner of rare medicinal herbs growing vigorously within.
Due to the extreme cold and heat in this place, the disciples of the Breaking Clan only came to cultivate seedlings, tend the herb fields, and harvest mature herbs, never staying longer than two days at a time.
They used Soul Tools to bring the harvested herbs back to their base for refining.
Thanks to the high-quality medicinal herbs cultivated at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the finished products were in short supply as soon as they were released.
Over the past year, the Breaking Clan had made a fortune, and every clansman's standard of living had risen by several levels.
Beside the Ice Fire Mandarin Duck Pot.
Twelve-year-old Ji Xuan was now over 1.8 meters tall, and the childishness that had once lingered between his brows had completely faded.
At this moment, Ji Xuan sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly shut. Soul Power surged violently around him, while his long black hair danced in the turbulent aura.
"Break!"
Ji Xuan shouted lowly and suddenly opened his eyes, golden light flashing within them.
"Xiao Xuan, you broke through?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice suddenly came from behind him.
Ji Xuan rose to his feet, a smile curling his lips as he turned and replied,
"Yes, Martial Uncle Golden Crocodile. I've reached level forty."
"Not bad." Golden Crocodile nodded approvingly. "Then I'll take you to hunt your fourth Soul Ring."
At that moment, Yang Wudi stepped forward as