Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well

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Over the next few days, Yan Lingji spent her time in endless combat.

She prioritized hunting soul beasts with lightning attributes, sonic attributes, and those possessing camouflage, concealment, or mental-type abilities, allowing Jiang Ce to devour their soul rings to gain resistance and powers.

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

One soul beast after another fell beneath her blade.

In just a few days, dozens of soul beasts had died by her hand, ranging in age from two thousand to fifteen thousand years. Jiang Ce's devoured age expanded rapidly.

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

"Master, have we farmed enough?"

"Mm. Lightning resistance and sonic resistance are maxed out. The camouflage and concealment abilities are also quite substantial."

Yan Lingji's lips curled upward.

She had been put through quite a lot these past few days.

Recalling those events, she rubbed her legs together gently and licked her red lips. Having a demonic master made being a woman quite enjoyable.

She pulled back her thoughts and calculated silently.

Accumulated from dozens of soul beasts, the age Jiang Ce had gained was approximately thirty thousand years, bringing his current cultivation age to forty-five thousand years.

The feedback she received—about three thousand years of soul beast cultivation, physical constitution, and mental power—was equivalent to three years of hard training.

With her talent of gaining three levels per year, she could theoretically rise from level 57 to around level 66.

But—

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

"It seems that without obtaining a sixth soul ring, I cannot break through to level 61." Yan Lingji sighed.

"What's the rush?" Jiang Ce replied unhurriedly. "Even if your level is temporarily capped, your physique, mental power, and soul power purity are all increasing. Once you obtain the soul ring, all that potential will be released at once."

Yan Lingji thought about it and realized he was right.

She gave a charming smile and leaped from the branch. "Then let's keep looking."

"Mm. However—" Jiang Ce paused. "About three thousand meters to the southwest, in that low-lying area... something is wrong."

Yan Lingji focused her gaze. In the mountain forest ahead lay a depression, and the surrounding area radiated an extremely unique spiritual aura—the scent of heaven and earth essence condensed to its limit.

Her peach-blossom eyes suddenly brightened.

"Let's go take a look."

"Yes, Master!"

Venom surged behind Yan Lingji, and with a soft pop, a pair of pitch-black wings with a three-meter span unfurled.

Yan Lingji wore a form-fitting Venom dress, layered with a red and black garment, perfectly outlining her exquisite figure as the pair of black wings flapped gently behind her.

She looked like a fallen angel descended upon the mortal world—alluring, dangerous, and intoxicating.

With a powerful beat of her wings, Yan Lingji shot forward like a black arrow, tearing through the sky and flying straight toward the valley.

The view before her suddenly opened up.

Hovering above the valley, her breath hitched.

It was a canvas torn apart and stitched back together by the hands of heaven and earth.

The valley was bowl-shaped, with steep, cliff-like walls devoid of any vegetation.

Yet the valley floor was an entirely different world.

Divided by the center of the valley, the earth was split in two.

On the left, a blazing, fiery red.

Magma flowed slowly through cracks in the surface, emitting waves of scorching heat.

Plants with entirely crimson bodies grew on the red soil, their leaves swaying like flames.

The air was thick with the scent of sulfur, and heat waves distorted the light.

On the right, a frigid, icy white.

Frost covered every inch of the land, and crystalline icicles hung from the cliff walls.

Silver-white vegetation stood tall in the cold wind, with fine frost flowers congealing on their leaves.

Cold air and heat waves met in mid-air, colliding to spark a seven-colored halo.

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

Two diametrically opposed forces achieved an eerie balance here.

In the very center, a spring bubbled and surged.

The spring water was divided into two colors, one half crimson as blood, the other milky white as snow, entwining yet never merging, like two dragons at play.

Surrounding the spring grew a dense thicket of plants that Yan Lingji had never seen before.

Some were entirely golden, emitting a soft glow; others were shaped like lingzhi mushrooms but as large as carriage wheels.

Some had vines entwined with fruits that shimmered like revolving stars; others had massive blossoms with petals dripping amber nectar, their fragrance refreshing to the soul.

Every single plant exuded an extraordinary aura—immortal treasures nurtured by the extreme condensation of heaven and earth essence.

Yan Lingji landed slowly upon a giant boulder at the valley entrance, her flame-like long hair lifted by the convection currents.

She took a deep breath; the air was a mixture of scorching heat and biting cold, layered with the fragrance of a thousand herbs, sweeping away the exhaustion of days of battle.

This was the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

"No wonder Master was in such a hurry to come here..." Yan Lingji murmured to herself, the red and white light of the valley reflected in her peach-blossom eyes, "So this is where the treasures of the entire continent are hidden."