A Bountiful Harvest

Having finished absorbing the Infernal Delicate Apricot, Yan experienced something entirely different within the Yang Spring.

The scorching heat that had seemed ready to burn him to ashes before appeared to have vanished. Now, within the Yang Spring, he instead felt the warmth of a fledgling returning to its nest.

He could even feel the strange power within the Yang Spring slowly nourishing his body, making him so comfortable that he almost wanted to moan aloud.

Night had already fallen. Yan simply remained in the Yang Spring, closing his eyes to meditate, cultivating while also consolidating his newly improved cultivation.

The night passed without incident.

Early the next morning, daylight shone brightly.

The valley was still shrouded in mist, but compared to the deep darkness of night, it seemed several degrees more lucid.

The crimson and white mist slowly drifted beneath the morning light, making the exotic flowers and rare herbs appear ever more dreamlike.

Within the Yang Spring, Yan, seated cross-legged, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air tinged with red light.

He opened his eyes, and a flicker of flame seemed to flash through his crimson pupils amid the rising heat.

After a night of meditation and consolidation, his Soul Power at the peak of rank forty-nine had completely stabilized. It was dense and heavy like lead and mercury, surging endlessly through his broad, resilient meridians.

His late seventh-stage Apprentice physique had also reached perfection for its current stage under the Yang Spring's continual nourishment and the circulation of the Yan God Body Refining Technique. His blood and vitality were vigorous, with the faint sounds of dragons and tigers concealed within.

Most importantly, the Red Lotus Purifying World Domain he had just comprehended had already perfectly fused with his own aura. With the slightest movement of his mind, he could invoke it.

Yan leaped from the Yang Spring, sending up a spray of crimson water. The droplets hissed as they struck the shore, raising great clouds of white mist.

His lean, powerful upper body was bare, water droplets rolling along the smooth lines of his muscles as a reddish-golden sheen faintly flowed beneath his skin.

He walked to the shore, picked up the clothes he had taken off the night before, and quickly dressed.

Then, he removed an unremarkable grayish-brown pouch from his waist.

The pouch was roughly palm-sized and looked ordinary, yet its surface was embroidered with intricate patterns in dark golden thread.

This was the additional reward he had received for completing high-difficulty trial missions issued by Spirit Hall over the past four years: a storage Soul Tool from the Spirit Hall treasury, a Mustard Seed Pouch.

Yan had specifically selected the Mustard Seed Pouch from the Spirit Hall treasury. Not only could it store objects, but like Dugu Bo's Ruyi Hundred Treasure Pouch, it could also store living things.

Moreover, the Mustard Seed Pouch had an internal storage space of a full three cubic meters, even larger than the Ruyi Hundred Treasure Pouch.

Spirit Hall had only been willing to grant such a rare storage Soul Tool because of Yan's immense talent and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's high regard for him.

Even Hu Liena, who had already become Bibi Dong's personal disciple and been named the Saintess of Spirit Hall, had not received such a Soul Tool.

He had prepared long ago for this trip to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Yan's gaze swept across this medicinal garden, like an earthly immortal realm.

Exotic flowers and rare herbs filled the place, many of which he had only seen illustrated and described in ancient texts.

Dugu Bo would not be returning anytime soon, leaving him with ample time to strip this medicinal garden bare.

Holding the unremarkable grayish-brown Mustard Seed Pouch, Yan brushed his fingertips over the intricate dark golden patterns around its opening. A thread of Soul Power entered it, and the pouch mouth opened slightly.

Without the slightest hesitation, his figure flashed, and he arrived before a large flower protected by a pink barrier. It was the Aromatic Silk Beauty.

The Aromatic Silk Beauty bloomed quietly, its fragrance permeating the air.

Yan covered his hand with Soul Power, carefully removed it, and steadily placed it into a separately partitioned corner of the Mustard Seed Pouch.

The Aromatic Silk Beauty could neutralize all poisons. Back then, Yang Wudi had relied on its power to cure the poison afflicting Xue Ye and stabilize the situation in Heaven Dou.

Now that the Aromatic Silk Beauty had fallen into Yan's hands, Yang Wudi was certainly fated to miss out on it.

The next moment, he turned toward the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, its entire body a brilliant gold and its petals shaped like swords.

The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum could nourish the limbs and unblock the eight meridians when consumed, allowing one to cultivate an indestructible diamond body.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's Martial Soul was the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

If Yue Guan could consume this immortal herb of the same origin, he would likely break through to rank ninety-five immediately. In the future, his cultivation could at the very least reach the level of a rank ninety-eight Super Douluo.

As for becoming a Limit Douluo, there was also a slight possibility.

However, Yan had no intention of giving the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum to Yue Guan.

The immortal herb's tough and masculine properties would greatly benefit Yan's Martial Artist cultivation as well. He was destined not to hand it over to anyone else.

This herb was rigid in nature. Yan took out a warm jade box, opened its lid, then used Soul Power to guide the immortal chrysanthemum gently inside. After closing the lid, a flash of light crossed the jade box's surface before it returned to calm.

After that came the Eight-Petaled Immortal Orchid, Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, Aromatic Silk Beauty, and numerous other immortal herbs, all of which went into the Mustard Seed Pouch.

When he passed the swaying Lovesick Heartbreak Red, Yan's steps paused.

The immortal herb moved despite the absence of wind, the mournfully beautiful crimson on its petals seeming to speak soundlessly.

He knew he was not its master, but there was no reason to let such a divine treasure go once he had encountered it.

If Lovesick Heartbreak Red was not made to bloom by the blood of one's true love, its texture would be as hard as diamond, making it impossible to consume and refine.

But Yan cultivated a Devouring Method. His physique was powerful, and his digestive ability far surpassed that of the continent's Soul Masters. If his realm rose a little further, he might not be unable to forcibly consume it and digest its medicinal power.

Yan moved with fluid efficiency, not sparing a single precious immortal herb.

Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone, Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, and Snowy Swan Kiss.

Especially Snowy Swan Kiss.

This immortal herb could stimulate all kinds of power a hundredfold or even a thousandfold. In the original story, Tang San had used it to destroy Slaughter City, making its potent medicinal effects plain to see.

Yan carefully put it away, storing it separately within the Mustard Seed Pouch and keeping it apart from the other immortal herbs.

It took Yan nearly half a day to harvest all the immortal herbs from the medicinal garden surrounding the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. He also made sure to leave their roots behind, so that the immortal herbs could grow again in the future.

Having swept up the immortal herbs, Yan did not spare the various precious medicinal herbs either.

Dragon Mushroom Leaf, Nine-Rank Purple Mushroom, Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King.

Though these herbs were not immortal-grade, their effects were still extraordinary. Yan could not possibly overlook them. As long as the Mustard Seed Pouch still had room, he had no intention of leaving any of them here.

What a joke. Dugu Bo did not know their value. If Yan did not harvest them, Dugu Bo might wave his hand in the future and let all these things fall into Tang San's possession.

Wouldn't that be nothing but aiding the enemy?

After spending nearly an entire day, Yan finally harvested every precious herb, large and small, from the medicinal garden.

The whole garden had gone from lush and flourishing, with all kinds of strange flowers competing in splendor, to a bare patch of wasteland.

Other than the herb roots left behind, every valuable medicinal herb had been packed into Yan's Mustard Seed Pouch.

After finishing all this, Yan looked greedily toward the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

He knew that this treasured place had not formed out of thin air.

It had formed after the corpses of the Water Dragon King and Fire Dragon King fell here.

At the bottom of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well lay the corpses of two dragon kings at the God King level.

The energy leaking from them alone could form the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. How much power, then, did the two actual dragon corpses contain?

Yet Yan did not dare go down at this moment. He knew that the dragon souls of the Water Dragon King and Fire Dragon King were still there.

At this point in time, their dragon souls might still be asleep, but there was no guarantee they would not awaken. To be safe, Yan decided to wait until his cultivation was higher before plotting to claim the dragon corpses beneath the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.