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The two brothers shielded the four children, walking unhurriedly toward the depths of the poisonous mist.

That mist, capable of killing birds in an instant and feared even by ten-thousand-year soul beasts, met the golden barrier of soul power like snow hitting a raging fire. It dissolved instantly, unable to seep in even the slightest bit. Standing within the barrier, the four children watched the ink-green mist churn outside and listened to the sizzling sound of corrosion, unable to help but marvel at the sheer strength of a Title Douluo.

For an ordinary soul master, this deathly poison formation was a nine-deaths-and-one-life ordeal, but before two level-97 Title Douluos, it was as easy as strolling through their own backyard.

In less time than it takes to drink a cup of tea, the group passed through the thick mist and emerged from the poison formation.

When the scene before them was fully revealed, everyone instantly held their breath and stood frozen in place.

They were standing on the edge of a basin, and beneath their feet lay a massive circular valley. In the very center of the valley sat a spring with a diameter of several dozen meters.

The spring was divided into two; the water on the left emitted bone-chilling cold, the ice-blue liquid churning ceaselessly until the surrounding air condensed into ice crystals. The water on the right, however, surged with scalding heat, the crimson liquid boiling so fiercely that the surrounding stones were scorched red.

One ice, one fire; one cold, one hot. These two diametrically opposed forces blended perfectly in the center of the spring, forming an incredible Taiji pattern. The dense spiritual energy between heaven and earth was so thick it felt tangible, rushing toward them. Around the spring grew all manner of strange and exotic flowers and herbs, each one radiating astonishing spiritual energy, shimmering with colorful light—clearly no ordinary objects.

It was the one and only treasure of the Douluo Continent—the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well!

"My god... this... this is too spectacular!" The Coiling Dragon Staff in Qian Gujue's hand clattered to the ground. His eyes widened, and he muttered, "So many immortal herbs! And this spring water! Is this the blessed land described in ancient texts?!"

"The blessed land from the ancient texts actually exists... the spiritual energy here is too dense! Just standing here, I can feel my soul power rising on its own!"

Oupai put away his Godly Zhuge Crossbow and looked at the fields of immortal herbs, swallowing hard. "Any one of these herbs, if taken out, would make every soul master on the continent fight to the death for it, right? No wonder it had to be guarded by such a formidable poison formation..."

Gui Mengguan and the others exchanged glances, seeing both realization and excitement in each other's eyes.

It was done! They had truly found the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well!

Previously, the reason the older brothers couldn't enter was simply because the heir arranged by the Asura God hadn't arrived yet.

Only later would Dugu Bo enter first, waiting for Tang San to arrive.

Now that they had arrived ahead of schedule, it didn't matter even if Dugu Bo were here right now.

Tang San stood at the very front, looking at the familiar yet strange Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well and the surrounding immortal herbs that existed only in the Tang Sect's records. His fingertips trembled slightly, his eyes filled with unconcealable excitement.

Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Infernal Delicate Apricot, Lovesick Heartbreak Red, Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, Eight-Petaled Immortal Orchid... all the immortal herbs he had only seen in texts in his past life were now growing vividly before his eyes!

Tang San's entire body trembled slightly. The Blue Silver Grass in his palm grew wildly, uncontrolled, its leaves stretching out frantically, greedily absorbing the rich life energy and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth emitted by the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

He could clearly feel that his Blue Silver Emperor martial soul was, at this moment, expressing an unprecedented longing. Every immortal herb here, every wisp of energy, could allow his life-type auxiliary martial soul to achieve a qualitative leap!

Falling Devil Douluo and Qianjun Douluo were also filled with shock. The two brothers had lived for over a hundred years and traveled across most of the Douluo Continent, yet they had never seen such a miraculous natural wonder.

Falling Devil Douluo couldn't help but gasp. "Good heavens! No wonder the Dugu family hid here and set up a poison formation. Occupying such a divine place—if it were me, I wouldn't leave either!"

The two looked at each other, seeing both shock and fortune in each other's eyes.

It was fortunate they had followed these children. Such an opportunity was a heaven-sent stroke of luck that even a Title Douluo could only encounter once in a lifetime!

Falling Devil Douluo was the first to snap out of it. He laughed heartily, patting Qian Gujue on the shoulder. "Good lads! You really are the lucky stars of our Martial Soul Hall! To actually find such a treasure trove! Today, whatever you see here, take whatever you want!"

Just as everyone was filled with excitement and Qian Gujue had already rolled up his sleeves, intending to pluck the most conspicuous Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum with its golden petals, Tang San suddenly stepped forward, reaching out to stop him. His tone was urgent yet steady: "Qian Gujue, don't touch it!"

Qian Gujue's hand stopped in mid-air, and he turned back, looking blank. "What's wrong, Old Third? This flower looks so full of spiritual energy; isn't it a good thing?"

"It is a good thing, but it is also the most delicate of immortal treasures." Tang San let go, his gaze sweeping over the fields of exotic flowers and herbs, and he spoke to the group with a solemn expression.

"Grandfathers, and brothers, don't be in a rush to pick them. Every immortal herb here has its own characteristics. The vast majority have specific conditions for harvesting. A moment of carelessness will cause most of their medicinal properties to be lost, or even cause them to wither and become useless. Many of these herbs are highly toxic; even a drop of their sap can be lethally dangerous to a soul master."

His life-type Blue Silver Grass martial soul was inherently of the same origin as these plants. Just by being near them, he could clearly perceive the massive energy contained within each herb, as well as the terrifying toxicity hidden in several of them—enough to kill a Title Douluo.

The records from the Tang Sect's ancient texts regarding the immortal herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well surfaced clearly in his mind. He remembered every herb's name, medicinal properties, harvesting methods, and taboos with absolute clarity.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone instantly stopped their movements. Qian Gujue continued his act, hurriedly pulling back his hand and shrinking his neck in lingering fear. "That scary? I thought I could just pull them up."

Oupai also frowned, slightly retracting the Godly Zhuge Crossbow at his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "Even touching them is dangerous? Does that mean we can only look at these immortal herbs and can't take them away?"

Qianjun Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo exchanged glances; the excitement on their faces faded, replaced by a sense of difficulty.

The two of them were power-attack Title Douluos who had spent their lives dealing with martial souls, soul power, and combat. They knew nothing about these plant-based immortal treasures—let alone distinguishing their properties or knowing the conditions for harvesting, they couldn't even tell which were poisonous and which were not.

"This is troublesome."

Falling Devil Douluo scratched his head, looking somewhat annoyed. "If I had known, I would have gone back to Martial Soul City first and called that brat Yue Guan over. That guy has a plant-type martial soul and has spent his whole life dealing with flowers and plants. He knows these immortal herbs best; there are few people on the entire continent who understand this better than him."

"Going back to call for someone now would take several days," Qianjun Douluo said, his brows slightly furrowed as his gaze swept over the fields of herbs, his eyes filled with regret. "Besides, this is someone else's territory after all. If we stay here too long, we will inevitably alert the person who set up the formation, and that will only lead to complications."

Just then, Gui Mengguan, Qian Gujue, and Oupai exchanged a look. The corners of their mouths curled into an imperceptible cold smile, and the internal "bullet screen" in their minds instantly lit up.

[Gui Mengguan: Hilarious, they're still thinking about calling Chrysanthemum Douluo, forgetting that we have the real expert right here?]