Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, Han Yun Douluo

The resonant sound of a zither rippled through the sixty-ninth floor.

Flowing water wound around a stone rockery, while petals drifted down from tall trees, dotting the murmuring stream.

This place did not feel like the interior of the Heavenly Spirit Pagoda, but rather a secluded paradise hidden deep within the mountains.

A woman sat atop the stone peak, her nimble fingers moving with gentle grace as she plucked the strings of her zither Martial Soul, coaxing out a melodious tune.

This was a simulated cultivation field; its vast and tranquil environment was perfectly suited for long-term residence by sound-attribute Soul Masters.

Several hundred meters behind the zither player.

The murmuring water gathered into a pool, its surface covered in scattered petals.

A cluster of silk-like purple crystals floated beneath the surface, occasionally emitting wisps of flowing light.

In the distance, beneath the rockery where the zither music originated.

A pair of twin sisters leaned against either side of a fallen tree trunk, staring toward the pool while whispering in hushed tones.

Both sisters had long, silky hair tied into ponytails that flowed down to their waists.

The two sisters looked remarkably similar, as if cast from the same mold, with the only differences being their hair and eye colors.

On the left side of the trunk was the elder sister, possessing white-gold hair and eyes as blue as a clear sky, her gaze steady and stern;

On the right side was the younger sister, with silver-white hair and eyes as green as a spring lake, her expression lively and subtly cunning.

These two women were the secret weapons hoarded by the Spirit Pagoda: the Bai Sisters.

The elder, Bai Zhicen, was dignified and cold, while the younger, Bai Haoze, was lively and agile.

"Hey, sister, he looks so good, even better than you."

"Shh, the Pagoda Master's order is to investigate. It's rare for him to be undressed; try to see what his constitution is."

"But since Crowned Han Yun is here, is there anything left for us to do?"

"Then what do you think was the purpose of the Pagoda Master sending us here?"

The zither music was melodious and the water murmured, masking the secret whispers beneath the tree at the base of the mountain.

However, beneath the cold pool at the end of the stream, under that thicket of purple crystal hair, a pair of eyes opened, flashing with golden light.

"Hmph—"

"Splash..."

Long Zijin broke through the water, tilted his head toward the spot a hundred meters behind him, and let out a cold snort: "Did I give you permission to watch!"

His voice sounded like a dragon's roar, sending ripples across the surface of the water.

Startled by the shout, the sisters retreated tactfully.

Although they did not understand why they, as high-level Soul Masters, would fear the scolding of a child, perhaps it was the guilty conscience of a thief.

Water droplets slid down his chin and back into the pool.

Bathed in this simulated cultivation field, Long Zijin felt his spirit improve, and the moisture in his Flower Immortal Body was fully replenished.

He raised his right wrist from beneath the water, holding a jade box about the size of two palms in his palm.

As the lid was pushed aside, a refreshing fragrance wafted over the pool, invigorating the heart and mind.

Inside lay a precious ginseng, resembling a blood-red crystal, resting quietly. Its surface was marked with circular patterns, shaped like a coiled dragon creeping within the jade.

It was an eighth-grade Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng.

"Sigh..." A trace of sorrow welled up in Long Zijin's eyes as he whispered: "Old Nine, I never expected to see your legacy in such a form."

This Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng was the legacy left behind by his ninth son from his past life, which explained why it was a gem-attribute dragon-type medicinal herb.

As memories of the past surfaced, Long Zijin's eyes filled with both grief and rage, and he looked up at Di Guangming, who was standing at the entrance of this floor, averting his gaze.

But the turbulent emotions in his eyes calmed after only a second.

Indeed, no matter how much hatred and resentment remained, after the baptism of endless years... it had all returned to silence.

He continued to examine the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, already planning how to utilize it to achieve maximum benefit.

According to the Mysterious Heaven Hundred Treasures Record, this Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng was different from other herbs. It did not have a slow growth cycle; it was an eighth-grade treasure the moment it formed.

If placed near the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and nourished for a thousand years, it could transform into a tenth-grade immortal ginseng.

As recorded in the Mysterious Heaven Hundred Treasures Record: once the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng reached the eighth grade, its efficacy was no less than a tenth-grade immortal herb; and upon reaching the ninth-grade ginseng king level, it already surpassed most tenth-grade immortal herbs.

By that logic, if the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng were to truly become a tenth-grade, or even reach the eleventh-grade peerless level, it could rival a twelfth-grade divine herb.

Moreover, according to Tang San's experiments, this Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng could be paired with the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, working in tandem to transform a Soul Beast's bloodline in a single day.

The remains of Xiao Wu after her sacrifice had consumed it, transforming her directly from a red rabbit into a golden rabbit.

And in the Soul Beast system, gold was a symbol of divinity, just as on the ring of a super hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, every additional hundred thousand years added a golden crack.

When there were ten golden cracks, they could connect, allowing the gold to expand across the entire surface of the ring, thereby transforming it into a God Ring!

If his Flower Immortal Body could replicate the process Tang San and Xiao Wu once performed, once he consumed the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng...

Long Zijin could easily imagine that his purple crystal hair would likely transform into a purple-gold hue.

However, the timing for consumption was definitely not now, because while a single Grade Eight Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng could perfect the Flower Immortal Body, it was far from enough to assist in forging the Third God Ring.

Long Zijin did not seek immediate gains, but rather to kill two birds with one stone, for the perfection of every ring concerned whether he could, in the future, crush the Silver Dragon King—who had recovered to god-level a step ahead of him—while at the eighty-ninth level of cultivation.

He raised his left wrist, and a golden-red peony bloomed, extending from his veins.

Long Zijin brought the Lovesick Heartbreak Red in his left hand close to the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng in his right, and a sense of intimacy welled up spontaneously!

He used the flower to gently stroke the ginseng, whispering, "Chiwen, rest assured, I will definitely recreate the Sub-Dragon race."

The Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, still in its nascent stage of consciousness, could only sway its tendrils as much as possible to provide the most positive response.

Next, he would take the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng to a location to help it achieve Grade Ten and Grade Eleven, so that it could combine with the Grade Twelve Lovesick Heartbreak Red to forge the Third God Ring.

Suddenly—

"Splash!"

Long Zijin slammed both hands back under the water, instantly retracting his Lovesick Heartbreak Red Martial Soul and the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng.

"Your Excellency Han Yun?"

A woman with a mature figure appeared on the bank behind Long Zijin.

The woman had a gentle face and a dignified appearance, standing on the bank holding a zither, her cold, aloof temperament spilling forth like a frigid spring.

She was none other than Han Yun Douluo, the wife of Qiangu Qingfeng and the sister-in-law of the Heavenly Spirit Pagoda Master.

Her eyes, like cold springs, stared quietly at the back exposed above the shoulders as she spoke in a graceful tone, "My surname is Xia."

"Oh?" Long Zijin turned around, a layer of Crow-Absolute Stone armor secreting onto the surface of his body.

He leaned against the bank and said, "I wonder what advice Sister Xia might have?"

"Or is it that I have disturbed the chill of this place?"

"Heh~" Called younger, Han Yun Douluo covered her mouth and chuckled, shaking her head slightly, "No, you are also a rare part of the scenery."

"It is just that from your voice, I seem to detect that you have practiced music, and your level is not low."

"Therefore, I have come to verify that."