Keep Playing Tang San

The two brothers protected the four children as they walked unhurriedly into the depths of the poisonous fog.

The poisonous fog could kill birds in an instant and even made Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts wary. But when it met the golden Soul Power barrier, it was like snow touching a raging fire, instantly melting away without a trace seeping through. Standing inside the barrier, the four children watched the dark green fog roil outside and heard the sizzling sounds of corrosion coming from within it. They couldn't help marveling at the strength of Titled Douluo.

The deadly poison formation, which meant certain death for ordinary Soul Masters, was as easy to cross for two level 97 Titled Douluo as a stroll through their own back garden.

It took no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea for the group to pass through the thick poisonous fog and leave the formation behind.

When the scene before them came fully into view, everyone held their breath and froze on the spot.

They were standing at the edge of a basin. Below them lay a vast, ring-shaped valley, with a spring eye dozens of meters across at its very center.

The spring was divided in two. The water on the left gave off bone-chilling cold, its icy blue surface churning without pause as ice crystals formed in the surrounding air. On the right, the water roiled with scorching heat, its crimson surface boiling as the nearby stones glowed red from the flames.

Ice and fire, cold and heat—the two utterly opposing forces blended perfectly at the center of the spring, forming an incredible Taiji symbol. The dense spiritual energy between heaven and earth was nearly tangible, washing over them in a rush. Strange and wondrous flowers and plants grew all around the spring. Every one gave off astonishing spiritual energy, its radiance shifting like rosy clouds. At a glance, none seemed ordinary.

It was none other than the one-of-a-kind treasure of the Douluo Continent—the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well!

"My heavens... this... this is magnificent!" Qian Gujue's Coiling Dragon Staff clattered to the ground. His eyes went round as he murmured, "So many Immortal Herbs! And that spring! Is this the blessed grotto-heaven written about in the ancient books?!"

"The blessed grotto-heaven described in the ancient books really exists... The spiritual energy here is so dense! Just standing here, I can feel my Soul Power rising on its own!"

Oupai put away the Godly Zhuge Crossbow and stared at the Immortal Herbs covering the ground, swallowing hard. "Any one of these plants would have Soul Masters across the continent fighting tooth and nail for it, wouldn't it? No wonder they set up such a powerful poison formation to guard this place..."

The three of them—Gui Mengguan and the others—exchanged glances. Understanding and excitement shone in each of their eyes.

They'd done it! They'd really found the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well!

The eldest brother hadn't been able to enter before because the heir chosen by the Asura God hadn't arrived yet.

Only later would Dugu Bo be the first to enter and wait for Tang San's arrival.

Now they'd come ahead of schedule. Even if Dugu Bo was here right now, it wouldn't matter.

Standing at the very front, Tang San gazed at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, both familiar and strange, and at the Immortal Herbs around it that had only ever existed in the Tang Sect's records. His fingertips trembled slightly, and his eyes brimmed with barely concealed excitement.

The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Infernal Delicate Apricot, Lovesick Heartbreak Red, Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, Eight-Petaled Immortal Orchid... every Immortal Herb he'd seen only in records in his previous life was now growing right before his eyes!

Tang San's whole body trembled slightly. The Blue Silver Grass in his palm began to grow wildly beyond his control, its blades unfurling frantically as they greedily absorbed the rich aura of life and the spiritual energy radiating from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

He could feel it clearly: at that moment, his Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul was yearning more fiercely than ever before. Every Immortal Herb here, every wisp of its aura, could bring about a qualitative leap in his life-type auxiliary Martial Soul!

Falling Devil Douluo and Qianjun Douluo were also stunned. The brothers had lived for over a century and traveled across most of the Douluo Continent, yet they had never seen such a wondrous spectacle of nature.

Falling Devil Douluo couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath. "Well, I'll be! No wonder the people of the Dugu Family hid here and set up a poison formation. They've got a celestial paradise like this all to themselves. If it were me, I wouldn't leave either!"

The two exchanged glances, shock and relief in their eyes.

They were lucky they'd come with the children. Even a Titled Douluo might encounter such a heaven-sent opportunity only once in a lifetime!

Falling Devil Douluo was the first to recover. Laughing heartily, he clapped Qian Gujue on the shoulder and said, "You boys really are lucky stars for our Spirit Hall! You actually found such a treasure trove! Everything here is yours for the taking. Pick whatever you like!"

Just as everyone was getting excited and Qian Gujue had already rolled up his sleeves, ready to pull out the most conspicuous flower—a Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum in bloom with golden petals—Tang San suddenly hurried forward and stopped him with a hand. His voice was urgent but steady. "Qian Gujue, don't touch it!"

Qian Gujue's hand stopped in midair. He looked back blankly. "What's wrong, Third Brother? This flower looks so full of spiritual energy. Isn't it a good thing?"

"It is, but it's also one of the most delicate Immortal Herbs." Tang San let go and swept his gaze over the strange flowers and plants covering the ground before addressing everyone solemnly.

"Grandpas, brothers, don't rush to pick anything yet. Every Immortal Herb here has its own properties, and most of them have specific conditions for harvesting. The slightest mistake could drain away most of an herb's medicinal properties or even make it wither and become useless. Many Immortal Herbs are poisonous, too. Even getting a little of their juice on you could be fatal to a Soul Master."

His life-type Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul shared a natural affinity with these plants. Just by standing near them, he could clearly sense the immense energy within each Immortal Herb—as well as the terrifying poison hidden in several of them, potent enough to kill a Titled Douluo.

The records of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well's Immortal Herbs in the Tang Sect's books from his previous life came clearly to mind. He remembered every herb's name, medicinal properties, harvesting method, and taboo.

At his words, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing. Qian Gujue kept up the act and hurriedly pulled his hand back, shrinking his neck in lingering fear. "That dangerous? I thought you could just yank them out."

Oupai frowned, lowering the Godly Zhuge Crossbow in his hand. "Even touching them is dangerous? Then are we just supposed to look at these Immortal Herbs without taking any?"

Qianjun Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo exchanged glances. Some of the excitement faded from their faces, replaced by a touch of helplessness.

They were Power Attack System Titled Douluo who had spent their lives dealing with Martial Souls, Soul Power, and battle. They knew nothing about these botanical treasures. They couldn't tell their medicinal properties or harvesting conditions, much less distinguish the poisonous ones from the harmless ones.

"This is troublesome."

Falling Devil Douluo scratched his head and spoke with some regret. "If only we'd known, we would've gone back to Spirit City and brought that boy Yue Guan along. He has a Plant-type Martial Soul and has spent his whole life dealing with flowers and plants. He knows these Immortal Herbs better than anyone. There aren't many people on the whole continent who understand them better."

"Going back for someone now would take several days there and back." Qianjun Douluo furrowed his brow and looked over the Immortal Herbs, his eyes full of regret. "Besides, this is someone else's territory. If we stay too long, we might alert whoever set up the formation, and then we'll invite trouble."

Just then, Gui Mengguan, Qian Gujue, and Oupai exchanged glances. Each wore an almost imperceptible cold smile, and their inner thoughts immediately began scrolling.

[Gui Mengguan: This is hilarious. He's still thinking about calling Chrysanthemum Douluo. Did he forget we've got the real deal right here?]