My Martial Soul is a Seraph, Yet I Inherit the Sea God's Throne
Chapter 148

Spring Water Sparring Battle

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Upon hearing this, Bo Saixi showed no sign of disappointment, but simply nodded slightly.

She was naturally aware of her own state; her current cultivation level had reached the limit that the mortal realm could accommodate.

Unless she becomes a god, no amount of rare and precious treasures can bring her any substantial breakthrough.

Leaving these Immortal Herb for those who need them more is indeed the best choice.

Without further hesitation, Ye Qing put the three Immortal Herb, each containing immense energy, into his mouth one by one.

In an instant, three completely different yet equally vast energies, like three galloping dragons, erupted within his body!

The two extreme forces of intense heat and extreme cold collided and intertwined, seemingly about to tear his body apart completely!

And that warm and sacred power of light, like the strongest bond, strives to maintain a balance and guidance amidst the raging energy storm.

Intense pain and an indescribable sense of pleasure swept over his entire body almost simultaneously!

Ye Qing gritted her teeth, enduring the throbbing pain that felt like her meridians were about to burst, and suddenly turned around.

Under Bo Saixi's watchful, slightly worried gaze, he didn't hesitate and leaped into the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, which was half as hot as magma and half as cold as ice!

"Thump!"

Water splashed everywhere.

Ye Qing's figure was instantly swallowed up by the red and blue intertwined spring water.

He did not struggle, nor did he float to the surface.

He sat quietly cross-legged in the spring, letting the two extreme forces of ice and fire surge wildly into his body, resonating, merging, and refining with the medicinal power of the three Immortal Herb.

He closed his eyes, circulated the Soul Power within his body, and began to absorb and refine this hard-won, enormous energy with all his might.

Bo Saixi stood on the shore, looking at the boy who sat cross-legged with his Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, surrounded by red, blue and gold light. His deep blue eyes were filled with complex emotions.

There were worries, expectations, and a touch of pride.

She knew that the moment Ye Qing emerged from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, his strength would experience a leap forward.

And he will take another solid step closer to stepping into the realm of the gods.

Time slipped away silently in the quiet valley.

Within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the red and blue intertwined spring water continuously churned and boiled, as if undergoing a silent transformation.

Ye Qing sat cross-legged in the center of the spring, surrounded by red, blue, and gold light.

Three distinct forces collided, merged, and refined within his body, repeatedly washing over and reshaping his meridians, bones, and flesh.

As the last wisp of medicinal power was completely refined and integrated into his limbs and bones, Ye Qing slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, the sky outside is filled with stars, and the silver moon hangs high in the sky.

The cool moonlight spilled over this valley hidden in the mountainside, casting a silvery glow on the pits left after the harvest and the remaining herbs.

"Splash!"

Just then, a figure shot into the sky from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, bringing with it a spray of water.

Ye Qing landed steadily on the shore, his body soaking wet, his clothes clinging to his body, outlining his more well-proportioned and explosive physique after being tempered by both immortal Immortal Herb and ice and fire energy.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging Soul Power within him, which was several levels stronger than when he entered the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

And with his physique, which seemed to have been reborn and was full of power, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Although the Soul Power only increased from level 70 to level 72, the increase seems small.

But you should know that he is now at the Soul Saint level.

At this level, the amount of Soul Power required to advance to the next level is astronomical.

This is far beyond what Tang San and his companions could have achieved when they were at the Soul Ancestor stage.

To be able to level up two levels in a single day without the aid of any Soul Ring is a terrifying speed that would leave any Soul Master speechless.

Bo Saixi had been waiting on the shore, and when she saw Ye Qing finally emerge, she rushed forward to greet him.

Looking at Ye Qing, who was soaking wet but still energetic and with bright, piercing eyes, she couldn't help but reach out and gently wipe the water droplets from his cheeks, asking with concern:

"How are you? How are you feeling? Is there anything bothering you?"

Ye Qing grasped her cool, slender hand, shook his head with a smile, and said in a tone full of joy and satisfaction, "Excellent! Better than ever before!"

Seeing his radiant appearance, Bo Saixi finally felt relieved.

But she still found it hard to believe and couldn't help but ask, "Really? This thing... can it really compare to a reward from a god?"

To be honest, although Ye Qing had made a solemn promise before, she still couldn't quite accept it at this moment.

After all, in her mind, the blessings of the gods were supreme and incomparable to anything in the mortal world.

Now, she was being told that these flowers and plants growing deep in the mountains and forests could actually be compared to the rewards bestowed by the Lord Sea God, which was quite a shock to her worldview.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qing chuckled, puffed out his chest, and said in an air of "Of course, would I lie to you?": "Of course! How could that be false? Let me tell you, not only has my Soul Power increased significantly, but my physique is also far superior to what it used to be! I feel like I could kill a ten- Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast with a single punch now!"

Bo Saixi couldn't help but smile as she looked at his confident, even somewhat arrogant, demeanor.

She stretched out her finger, a mischievous smile on her face, and gently poked Ye Qing's abs, which were clearly defined by his wet clothes clinging to his skin. She teased, "Really? Let me feel... Hmm, they seem a bit firmer."

When Ye Qing was poked by her slightly cool fingertips, she felt a tingling sensation coming from the spot that was touched.

He chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes, and grabbed Bo Saixi's mischievous hand, saying, "How could this be fake? Why don't you... try it yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Bo Saixi raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile tinged with a hint of provocation and anticipation appearing on her exquisite face. She didn't refuse, but instead asked, "Oh? How do you want to try?"

Ye Qing didn't answer, he just chuckled.

The next moment, he suddenly pulled her up, lifting her up in his arms with a soft gasp from Bo Saixi.

Then, under Bo Saixi's gaze, which held a hint of reproach yet also contained a hidden expectation.

He held her in his arms, then leaped into the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well once more.

"Splash--!"

Water splashed everywhere.

For ordinary Soul Master, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well is a deadly place that can instantly turn them into ashes or freeze them into ice sculptures.

However, for Ye Qing, who had already absorbed Ye Qing Infernal Delicate Apricot and the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, and for Poseidon, whose cultivation had reached the level of Peerless Douluo of level ninety-nine and who could mobilize the Sea God's Power to protect her, this Bo Saixi water containing the ultimate ice and fire energy was not much different from a hot spring with a suitable temperature.

Amidst the churning water, two pieces of clothing, soaked through by the spring, were gently tossed up by an invisible hand and landed on the rocks on the shore.

The moonlight seemed to become shy, quietly hiding behind the clouds.

Only the ever-surging red and blue spring water at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and the two intertwined figures appearing and disappearing amidst the splashes and mist.

Accompanied by the occasional suppressed gasp and low laugh, a beautiful and lingering melody is composed in the silent night.

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