Immortal Herbs Explained, Little Brother, You're the Best!

After returning to his room, Su Mo took out the thick Flora and Herb Catalog, sat down at his desk, and began reading it carefully.

The catalog had been preserved exceptionally well. Every page was as smooth and fresh as new, clearly having been meticulously cared for by Yue Guan.

It contained illustrations of all kinds of rare and exotic plants, their lines delicate and lifelike.

Dense small print filled the space beneath them, detailing their names, growth habits, harvesting methods, and storage methods with extraordinary thoroughness.

Su Mo read very carefully, not overlooking a single rare plant.

Though most were not Immortal Herbs, many of the medicinal plants were greatly beneficial to Spirit Masters' cultivation.

When he turned to a certain page, Su Mo's movements suddenly slowed.

"Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid..." he softly read the name on the page.

The illustration showed an orchid as white and lustrous as jade, its eight petals spread open.

The notes beneath it were densely packed.

Su Mo studied this page with particular care.

He knew that every Immortal Herb had strict requirements for harvesting and storage. The slightest mistake could greatly diminish its medicinal effects or even cause them to disappear entirely.

Each Immortal Herb also had its own method of consumption. If handled improperly, it could even cause irreparable harm.

Now that he had obtained this catalog, he intended to firmly commit the properties of every Immortal Herb to memory.

Only after memorizing them all did he continue turning the pages.

Next, one familiar name after another came into view: Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, Aromatic Silk Beauty, Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower...

Every one of them was an Immortal Herb mentioned in the original work, and every one was enough to drive the Spirit Master world mad.

Of course, the book recorded far more immortal-grade medicinal herbs than these, including many that had never been mentioned before.

Su Mo read more and more intently, his gaze moving back and forth between the illustrations and the text, completely unaware of time passing...

Night fell.

Su Mo's door was pushed open. A figure slipped nimbly inside, then closed the door behind her, moving as skillfully as if she had done it countless times.

Hearing the movement, Su Mo looked up. The visitor was Bibi Dong.

His expression remained calm, as though he had expected her all along.

Over the past year, Bibi Dong had indeed come here often and stayed the night.

The first time she had come, she said she had suffered a nightmare, dreaming of her family being slaughtered by Fallen Soul Masters.

That night, Su Mo had comforted her for a long time, talking with her until she finally fell fast asleep.

From then on, Bibi Dong often came running to his room, and it gradually became routine.

Sometimes Su Mo was already asleep when she quietly snuck over, lifted the blanket with gentle movements, slipped beneath it, and curled up beside him like a kitten.

Now, Bibi Dong walked over to Su Mo's side, naturally leaned close, and curiously peered at the book in his hands.

"Little brother, what are you reading?"

"A flora catalog I borrowed from Bishop Yue Guan. It records many rare and exotic plants."

Su Mo shifted to the side, making room for her.

"Rare and exotic plants?" Bibi Dong sat beside him, tilting her head as she looked at the illustrations, curiosity in her eyes. "What's so interesting about them?"

"These aren't ordinary flowers and plants." Su Mo shook his head slightly.

He flipped through several pages of the catalog and pointed at one illustration. "Look at this one. It's called Lovesick Heartbreak Red, an immortal-grade medicinal herb, the king of flowers.

After consuming it, one's Soul Power can increase greatly, and it can also improve cultivation talent, all without any side effects."

Bibi Dong's small mouth fell open, her eyes filled with shock. "It can increase Soul Power without side effects? And improve talent too? How could something like that possibly exist?"

A year had passed, and she was no longer the ignorant little girl she had once been.

She knew very well that methods of increasing Soul Power did exist, but most came at a price—either exhausting one's potential or damaging one's foundation.

She had never even heard of an Immortal Herb like the one Su Mo described, which could improve talent without any side effects.

"It should be real. This is Bishop Yue Guan's family heirloom, after all." Su Mo did not elaborate, instead changing the subject. "By the way, this Immortal Herb has a story behind it. Do you want to hear it?"

Bibi Dong hurriedly nodded. "I do!"

Su Mo spoke gently:

"Legend has it that long ago, there was a young man utterly obsessed with flowers. His sincerity moved a flower fairy of the God Realm.

The flower fairy secretly descended to the mortal world and became his wife, but the heavenly gods discovered them. Immortals and mortals could not be together, and in their fury, the gods summoned the flower fairy back to the God Realm.

The young man lost his beloved and spent every day in despair, no longer having the heart to tend the flowers and plants.

Until one day, a white-haired old man told him that the white peony in his garden was the incarnation of his beloved. As long as he destroyed it, the flower fairy would become mortal and return to the human world.

But how could the young man bear to harm it? He could only drink before it and weep day after day. In the end, he died of heartbreak, and before his death, a mouthful of blood splashed onto the petals."

Su Mo pointed to the patches of crimson on the flower petals in the illustration. "See? Those blood-red patches are the young man's heart's blood."

"That heavenly god is awful! He actually tore them apart!" Bibi Dong's eyes reddened, and her voice carried a faint sob.

On Douluo Continent, Spirit Masters matured quickly, both physically and mentally. Though she was still young, she was naturally not ignorant about the feelings between men and women.

This story happened to touch the softest chord in her heart.

"All right." Su Mo gently ruffled her hair. "It's only a legend."

"Little brother, you're awful, telling such a tragic story in the middle of the night." Bibi Dong pouted and shot him a reproachful glance.

Su Mo smiled. "Let's look at the others."

He continued flipping through the catalog, showing her the other Immortal Herbs and introducing their names and properties one by one.

Bibi Dong gradually became absorbed by those novel things.

A moment later.

"Little brother, these Immortal Herbs are all amazing." Bibi Dong grabbed his arm. "If you find any Immortal Herbs in the future, and there are extras, don't forget your senior sister."

"Don't worry. I could forget anyone, but I could never forget you."

"Hehe, little brother, I knew you were the best." Bibi Dong's eyes curved into crescents.

The night deepened.

After some unknown amount of time, Bibi Dong, who had been reading with Su Mo, suddenly yawned.

Su Mo paused and turned to look at her.

"Sleepy?" Su Mo asked.

Bibi Dong rubbed her eyes and nodded.

"Then let's rest for today. We can read more later." Su Mo closed the Flora and Herb Catalog and put it into his Soul Tool.

Su Mo extinguished the lamp, and the two lay down on the bed.

Bibi Dong naturally turned over, hugged his arm, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

Before long, the soft sound of even breathing began to rise.

Though Su Mo had his eyes closed, his mind was still recalling the Immortal Herbs recorded in the catalog.

He silently calculated when it would be appropriate to collect those Immortal Herbs. He was still young, and Qian Xunji probably would not allow him to leave Spirit City...

Forget it. Why think so much?

Dugu Bo was still far from discovering the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. It was still ownerless land, so there was no need to rush.

With that thought, he stopped thinking and gradually drifted into sleep.