After briefly speaking with Dugu Bo, Shen Hanyu returned to the edge of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and began regulating his breathing to recover from his injuries.
His injuries were currently severe, so he planned to set aside some time to properly recuperate. There was no rush to obtain his Eighth Soul Ring. If nothing unexpected happened, he would need to make another trip to the Far North for it. That two-hundred-thousand-year Frost Snake Demon was one of his most ideal targets.
A Fierce Beast whose origin had been damaged and whose lifespan was no more than a thousand years would have its full strength greatly diminished. Compared to ordinary Fierce Beasts, she was undoubtedly Shen Hanyu's best target.
If she knew what was good for her and chose to sacrifice herself, Shen Hanyu naturally would not need to go through much trouble. Of course, if she would rather die than submit, Shen Hanyu would not mind using her as a punching bag to test his strength.
However, he would not consider such matters anytime soon. For now, his main priority was recovering properly. He did not care much about anything else.
Half a month later.
Shen Hanyu sat cross-legged beside the spring, the ground around him littered with the remains of all sorts of medicinal herbs.
The two energies of extreme heat and extreme cold slowly circulated through Shen Hanyu's body. The energy of heaven and earth around him was gradually drawn into his body, turning into nourishment that continuously healed his injuries.
Over the past half month, with Dugu Bo's help, he had consumed quite a few herbs that strengthened one's foundation and replenished vital energy. In the unique environment of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, these herbs had undergone considerable transformations,