Ice Fire Tempering Golden Body

Lin Ye glanced at Xue Di again. Ah, forget it—it wasn't quite right to have this big shot do the work. So he turned his gaze to Dugu Bo at the side.

"Senior, help me dig out that cabbage. Use this to dig." As he spoke, he handed the Jade Bowl to Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo felt aggrieved inside but said nothing. He rolled up his sleeves, picked up the bowl, and obediently got to work, muttering to himself: Before, he called me by name; now that he needs help, it's 'Senior.' Damn it, use people when you need them, toss them aside when you don't.

On Bing Di's side, a cold gleam flashed from the dagger. The octagonal white flower fell with a crisp sound, landing among the herbs. In an instant, a wave of chill spread out, and a thin layer of frost coated the surrounding plants.

At that moment, Bing Di finally understood why Lin Ye hadn't acted himself. This cold was indeed something the current Lin Ye couldn't withstand.

But for her, it was nothing. Bing Di scooped up the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass without feeling any discomfort.

At the same time, on the other side, Infernal Delicate Apricot was also dug out from the roots by Dugu Bo.

In response, a scorching wave of energy rapidly swept over the other half of the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well.

The two immortal herbs were delivered before Lin Ye in unison. Then, an even more peculiar scene unfolded.

The herbs, one extreme cold and one extreme heat, had both of their auras vanish simultaneously.

A faint red glow coated the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, while a thin white mist shrouded Infernal Delicate Apricot.

After the two herbs met, though they suppressed each other's energy, this only lasted for ten breaths.

And within those ten breaths was the perfect time to consume them.

Under Dugu Bo's horrified gaze, Lin Ye unhesitatingly shoved both immortal herbs into his mouth, chewing and swallowing in large mouthfuls.

Though both herbs were severely poisonous, after neutralizing each other, they lost their former ferocity. They dissolved upon entering his mouth, turning into a sweet fluid that slid down his throat. Lin Ye only felt a fragrant aroma fill his nasal passages.

"Tastes pretty good." Lin Ye's expression froze for a moment, but his hands moved quickly as he stripped off his clothes.

The medicinal effect kicked in. Lin Ye's body couldn't help but tremble, and then a layer of ice-blue rose from his feet.

In the blink of an eye, his entire body, from head to toe, turned ice-blue. Then, the ice-blue was replaced by a fiery red—a red like that of a boiled shrimp.

Blue and red alternated, ice and fire in two extremes, looking utterly miraculous.

With the alternation of cold and heat, two extreme energies battered Lin Ye's body. The pain was indescribable, and a Pain Mask instantly appeared on his face.

Though the ice and fire energies had been somewhat neutralized by suppressing each other, once inside his body, they churned wildly.

In a short time, Lin Ye felt his consciousness blur. Forcing himself to endure the inhuman agony, he took a step forward.

With a splash, Lin Ye fell into the spring of the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well, landing precisely at the convergence of the Extremely Cold Yin Spring and the Blazing Yang Spring.

Seeing this, Xue Di and Bing Di's expressions shifted slightly, their hearts leaping into their throats.

The two women began to worry. If something happened to Lin Ye, the Ten-Thousand-Year Mysterious Ice Marrow he had promised them would be lost.

As for Dugu Bo, he was already utterly shocked. Even he, a Titled Douluo, couldn't stay long by the edge of this spring. And that brat had jumped straight in?

Not long after, Lin Ye's entire body sank beneath the surface.

Then, the water's surface calmed again. The milky white and crimson springs remained as distinct as ever.

Vapor rose continuously from the water, and everything returned to silence.

After falling into the spring, Lin Ye lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

Fortunately, he had eaten a few more pieces of Whale Rubber on the way here, strengthening his body. Otherwise, he would have likely exploded by now.

Time flew. The sun set in the west, night fell, and the valley was shrouded in darkness. The spring remained still, with no sign of Lin Ye.

Two figures stood quietly on the shore—Xue Di and Bing Di, waiting eagerly.

Not far away, Dugu Bo lay on the ground, convulsing all over, letting out low groans. At this moment, he felt as if needles were stabbing through his crown and the soles of his feet, the pain unbearable.

This state lasted for nearly an hour before it stopped.

Xue Di cast a faint glance at him, thoughtful, but said nothing.

The next morning, ripples suddenly spread across the water's surface. The next moment, a head emerged.

Seeing the three of them staring straight at him, Lin Ye felt a bit embarrassed—not everyone liked being the center of attention.

"You three, turn around."

While they looked away, Lin Ye quickly climbed ashore and dressed.

"Are you done? Can we go now?"

Bing Di spoke first, urging him on. She couldn't wait to go have a big meal.

Lin Ye turned and ran off into the distance. "Wait a moment, I'll be right back."

When he returned, he was holding another immortal herb—a seemingly unremarkable plant, entirely emerald green. What was strange was that at its center grew three snow-white leaves, with a few droplets of water in the middle, like morning dew left behind.

Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew. Consuming it could train the Fiery Golden Eyes, allowing one to see through all strange things.

Of course, that claim was somewhat exaggerated.

Taking Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew could greatly enhance one's soul power. In truth, this immortal herb could be consumed by anyone.

But for Lin Ye, it was even more suitable.

Because, through the parchment, he had learned that the martial soul he would awaken in the future was one called "Ghost Spirit"—a purely spiritual-type martial soul.

"Xue Nu, please keep this safe for me."

Lin Ye handed the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew to Xue Di for safekeeping, then prepared to leave. He left the other immortal herbs untouched, letting them grow for a few more years.

Having witnessed all of this, Dugu Bo's mind began to stir. These people—no, these soul beasts—seemed very familiar with these medicinal herbs. He wondered if they might have a solution for the poison in his own body.

With this thought, he stepped before Xue Di and bowed deeply.

"What are you doing?" Xue Di asked, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

"I'm sure you can tell, miss, that I am already afflicted with Severe Poison. I wonder if you might be able to cure me?" Dugu Bo asked earnestly. After speaking, he looked at Xue Di with hopeful eyes.

Hearing this, Xue Di turned her gaze to Lin Ye, her look seeming to ask whether they should save him.

This glance did not escape Dugu Bo's notice. He hadn't held much hope before, but now it seemed they truly might have a way?

The next moment, Dugu Bo dropped to his knees with a thud. "I beg you, miss, help me. I am willing to serve you like an ox or a horse to repay this life-saving grace."

As a Titled Douluo, Dugu Bo had his pride. If it were only for his own life, he would never have stooped so low to beg anyone.