Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well

The next few days passed in an endless cycle of battles for Yan Lingji.

She prioritized hunting Soul Beasts with lightning or sound-wave attributes, as well as those with disguise, concealment,

or spiritual abilities, so Jiang Ce could devour their Soul Rings and gain their resistances and abilities.

As the sun rose and set, Yan Lingji moved tirelessly through the forest like a killing machine.

One Soul Beast after another fell beneath her sword.

In just a few days, dozens of Soul Beasts had died by her hand, ranging from two thousand to fifteen thousand years old. Jiang Ce's devouring limit expanded rapidly.

Perched lazily on a branch high in the canopy of a towering tree, Yan Lingji gazed into the distance.

"Master, have we nearly filled everything up?"

"Mm. Your lightning and sound-wave resistances are maxed out. Your disguise and concealment abilities are quite impressive, too."

The corners of Yan Lingji's lips curled up.

She'd been put through the wringer these past few days.

Thinking about it, she gently rubbed her thighs together and licked her red lips. Having a monster for a master wasn't so bad for a woman.

She gathered her thoughts and calculated silently.

After devouring dozens of Soul Beasts, Jiang Ce had gained about thirty thousand years' worth. His current cultivation had reached forty-five thousand years.

What she'd received in return—about three thousand years' worth of Soul Beast cultivation, along with improvements to her physique and spiritual power—

was equivalent to three years of hard cultivation.

With her talent for gaining three levels a year, in theory, she could rise from level 57 to around level 66.

But—

"Master, I'm stuck at level 60."

"Looks like I can't break through to level 61 without obtaining my Sixth Soul Ring." Yan Lingji sighed.

"What's the rush?" Jiang Ce said unhurriedly. "Even if your level is temporarily stuck, your physique, spiritual power, and Soul Power purity are all increasing. Once you obtain a Soul Ring, all that potential will be unleashed at once."

Yan Lingji considered it and realized he was right.

She smiled seductively and leaped down from the branch. "Then let's keep looking."

"Mm. But—" Jiang Ce paused. "About three thousand meters to the southwest, there's a low-lying area... Something's not right about it."

Yan Lingji focused her gaze in that direction. In the distant forest lay a sunken area, surrounded by an extraordinary spiritual aura—the feeling of the world's primordial energy gathered to its utmost.

Her peach-blossom eyes suddenly lit up.

"Let's take a look."

"Yes, Master!"

Venom surged over Yan Lingji's back. With a soft whoosh, a pair of black wings spread wide, spanning three meters.

Yan Lingji wore a skin-tight Venom Dress, with another dress layered over it, woven in red and black.

The outfit traced every curve of her flawless figure, while a pair of black wings fluttered gently behind her.

She looked like a fallen angel descended into the mortal world—bewitching, dangerous, and utterly captivating.

Her wings beat hard.

Yan Lingji shot through the sky like a black arrow, heading straight for the low valley.

The view suddenly opened up before her.

She hovered above the valley, her breath catching.

It was a scene as if the heavens themselves had torn the world apart and stitched it back together.

The valley was shaped like a bowl, its surrounding cliffs steep and sheer, not a blade of grass growing on them.

But the valley floor was an entirely different world.

Through the very center of the valley, the land was split in two.

The left side blazed red.

Lava flowed slowly through cracks in the earth, sending up waves of scorching heat.

Plants of vivid red grew in the crimson soil, their leaves swaying like flames.

The air reeked of sulfur, and the heat distorted the light.

The right side was a frigid white.

Frost covered every inch of ground, while glittering icicles hung from the cliffs.

Silvery-white vegetation stood firm in the cold wind, each leaf covered in delicate frost.

The chill and the heat met in midair, colliding to form a rainbow-colored halo.

Red and white, ice and fire, life and death—

Two utterly opposing forces had found an eerie balance here.

At the very center, a spring bubbled and churned.

Its water was two colors: one half crimson as blood, the other milky white as snow. They coiled around each other without mixing, like two dragons playing together.

Plants Yan Lingji had never seen before grew thickly around the spring.

Some were golden all over, shining with a gentle glow; others resembled giant lingzhi mushrooms, each as large as a carriage.

Some bore fruit as crystalline as swirling stars on winding vines; others had enormous flowers whose petals oozed amber-colored sap, their fragrance soothing to the soul.

Every plant exuded an extraordinary aura—immortal treasures nurtured by the world's primordial energy, gathered to its utmost.

Yan Lingji slowly landed on a boulder at the mouth of the valley, her flame-like hair lifted by the currents of wind.

She took a deep breath. The air mingled searing heat and icy cold with the fragrance of countless plants, sweeping away the exhaustion of days of battle.

This was the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

"No wonder Master was so eager to come..." Yan Lingji murmured, the valley's interwoven red and white reflected in her peach-blossom eyes. "So this place holds the treasures of the entire continent."