Poison Miasma, Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well

Late afternoon.

Deep within Sunset Forest, a clearing in the woods.

Firelight flickered in the gloomy forest as two soft bone rabbits roasted over the flames, filling the air with a rich aroma.

"Junior Brother, those two soul beasts we encountered today were very well-suited for you. Why did you refuse them both?"

Bibi Dong sat beside the campfire, resting her chin in her hands, unable to contain the question in her heart.

They had traveled a very long way in Sunset Forest throughout the day.

Countless soul beasts crossed their path, and among them, two possessed ages and attributes entirely suitable to serve as Su Mo's fourth soul ring.

Yet Su Mo chose not to hunt them and instead kept searching, which left Bibi Dong somewhat puzzled.

Su Mo removed a golden-roasted soft bone rabbit and handed it to the girl.

"I want to keep looking and see if there's anything better. Besides, isn't fighting soul beasts a form of practical training in its own right?

This is far more useful than sparring with those spirit masters back in Spirit Hall. Because of our status, they inevitably hold back to some extent, but soul beasts certainly won't."

"That's true." Bibi Dong took the roasted rabbit and nodded thoughtfully.

They had indeed run into a few aggressive soul beasts today and were forced to fight back.

After a full day of actual combat, she understood deeply just how fiercely savage those soul beasts were.

On quite a few occasions, if not for Su Mo's quick reflexes, she might genuinely have been injured.

Su Mo picked up a soft bone rabbit of his own, eating leisurely while feeling a heavy burden in his chest.

Despite searching for an entire day, he still hadn't discovered any clues.

Sunset Forest was simply too vast. Traveling on foot meant the area they could explore in a single day was nothing more than a drop in the bucket of this boundless sea of trees.

If they kept searching like this, let alone a day, even ten days might not be enough to find that hidden treasured land.

He wondered if they would find any breakthroughs tomorrow...

A quarter of an hour later.

The two finished their roasted rabbit and crawled into their tent to rest.

With Golden Crocodile Douluo standing guard in the shadows, Su Mo had zero concerns about safety and quickly drifted into a deep sleep.

The next day.

Su Mo woke up early, roused Bibi Dong, and after a simple meal of dry rations, they once again set out on the road to find the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Time passed quickly, and sunset arrived.

They reached a region with steep mountain terrain.

Su Mo's footsteps paused, his nostrils twitching slightly.

This aura... it felt like poison miasma.

His heart gave a jolt, but his expression remained calm as he continued forward.

After walking for about another quarter of an hour, the scenery ahead abruptly changed.

The trees vanished, replaced by a dense poison miasma that was gray and hazy, obscuring nearly all visibility.

Su Mo came to a halt. With this concentration of poison miasma, let alone him and Bibi Dong, even an ordinary Spirit Douluo would likely not dare to tread casually.

Lower-tier spirit masters would die the instant they touched it!

Yet, as Su Mo gazed at the poison miasma before him, a wave of joy surged in his heart.

Ordinary spirit masters avoided poison miasma of this caliber like the plague and would never charge inside.

Only a poison-master like Dugu Bo, possessing a certain level of cultivation, would dare to force his way in.

Nine times out of ten, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well was inside!

"Junior Brother, the poison miasma ahead is so heavy." Bibi Dong frowned. "Let's take a detour. A place like this is very dangerous."

Any contact with poison miasma of this sort spelled massive trouble.

Moreover, visibility within the miasma was zero; powerful soul beasts might well reside within it.

Su Mo shook his head slightly. With his and Bibi Dong's current cultivation levels, rushing in blindly would indeed mean certain death.

Fortunately, they had someone else behind them.

"Grandpa Crocodile." Su Mo spoke abruptly, his voice soft.

No sooner had his voice fallen than a figure silently materialized at their side.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the patch of poison miasma as his brow arched slightly.

"Xiao Mo, you want to go inside?"

"Yes." Su Mo nodded. "I have an intuition, a feeling that something very special might lie beyond this poison miasma. Grandpa Crocodile, can you take us in to take a look?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo pondered for a moment, sweeping his gaze across the miasma before giving a slight nod.

"This poison miasma is indeed formidable, but..." He smiled faintly, a trace of arrogance coloring his tone. "To this old man, it's nothing to worry about."

As a ninety-eighth-rank Super Douluo, even if he wasn't a poison-attribute spirit master, relying on his formidable soul power for protection meant this level of poison miasma couldn't even dream of getting close to him.

"Let's go. Stay close to this old man."

Golden Crocodile Douluo waved a large hand, and a majestic surge of soul power instantly gushed forth, transforming into a barrier that enveloped Su Mo and Bibi Dong.

The three stepped into the poison miasma. The poisonous fog surged toward them, but the moment it touched the soul power barrier, it was quietly blocked, unable to draw close by even a fraction of an inch.

Visibility inside the poison miasma was exceptionally poor, but with Golden Crocodile Douluo leading the way, the three steadily advanced without the slightest obstruction.

A quarter of an hour later, the mist ahead finally began to thin.

Passing through the final layer of poison miasma, a mountain peak came into view.

The three quickly reached the summit.

This location was a bottomless mountain depression.

Standing atop the mountain peak, Su Mo's heartbeat grew faster and faster.

A faint smell of sulfur drifted up from the mountain depression below, stinging the nostrils slightly.

Su Mo's pupils constricted slightly. The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well might truly have been found.

"Grandpa Crocodile, let's go down and check it out."

"Very well." Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded slightly, taking the lead as he flew downward.

"Let's go, Senior Sister." Su Mo turned to look at Bibi Dong as his black gold sword wings abruptly unfurled.

He bent down to sweep her up horizontally in his arms, flapped his wings, and leaped into the mountain depression.

Bibi Dong wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek gently against his chest as she felt his steady, powerful heartbeat, a soft flush quietly rising to her cheeks.

Beside her ears was the howling wind, and beneath them was an abyss, yet she felt only absolute peace.

A moment later, Su Mo landed, retracted his sword wings, and gently set her down.

Su Mo failed to notice Bibi Dong's unusual state because the scenery in the distance completely captured his attention.

He saw a small hot spring in the distance emitting billowing steam.

The water surface was divided cleanly into two by an invisible boundary, one side milky-white like refined grease while the other was crimson like cinnabar, blending into one another yet remaining distinctly separate.

All around the hot spring grew a multitude of naturally thriving rare flora.

A wave of joy bloomed in Su Mo's heart. He had finally found the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

"This place... is so beautiful!" Bibi Dong was instantly captivated by the dreamy, ethereal sight before her.

"Senior Sister, take a careful look at those flowers and plants."

Bibi Dong was stunned, then carefully scrutinized the flora.

"Those are... Aromatic Silk Beauty, Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone... There are actually this many immortal herbs!"

Bibi Dong widened her lovely eyes, unable to stop a cry of surprise from escaping her lips.

Having accompanied Su Mo through the entire compendium of flora, she naturally recognized these immortal herbs.

She had originally regarded immortal herbs as mere things of legend, never expecting them to manifest so tangibly before her eyes—and in such great numbers.

A quick, rough scan revealed no fewer than ten stalks!

"What are immortal herbs?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo furrowed his brow slightly, his gaze sweeping over the rare flora.

As the Second Worship of Spirit Hall, he had witnessed countless heavenly treasures, but immortal herbs of this caliber were things he had never even heard of.