Taking Immortal Herbs, Subtle Changes in the Martial Soul

He had been poisoned for fifty years, tormented by that cursed Martial Soul for fifty years.

He had watched his wife die, watched his son and daughter-in-law die, believing that he and his granddaughter would also walk down that dead-end path.

Now, someone was telling him that not only could the poison be cured, but his Martial Soul could evolve as well.

"Kid." His voice was somewhat hoarse. "Is everything you said true?"

Ling Feng nodded seriously. "Senior, I never joke about matters like this."

Dugu Bo took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

After a long while, he opened them again, and his gaze was utterly clear.

"Good." He said only one word, but Ling Feng could hear the weight it carried.

Ling Feng smiled and continued surveying the area.

Two hours later, he had finally covered the entire Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, committing the varieties, effects, and harvesting methods of every Immortal Herb to memory.

"That should be about it."

He returned to Dugu Bo's side. "Senior, I'm going to start harvesting them. But before that—"

He looked toward the two pools of spring water, one red and one white, one hot and one cold.

With the strength of his current physique, he could absorb any Soul Ring below fifteen thousand years.

Back then, Tang San had managed to endure it while only in his thirties in level and suffering from malnutrition. There was no reason Ling Feng could not do the same.

After consuming the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Infernal Delicate Apricot, the age limit of his Soul Rings would definitely soar by over ten thousand years.

This was an opportunity he absolutely could not miss.

"Uncle, I'm going to consume some Immortal Herbs in a moment. No matter what happens, don't interrupt me."

Tuoba Yunhai gave a quiet grunt.

"Senior Dugu, I wish to consume the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Infernal Delicate Apricot first."

Dugu Bo raised a brow. "Now?"

"Now."

Ling Feng nodded. "These two immortal-grade herbs need to be consumed beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, using the spring water's power to balance them. If I don't consume them now, taking them back will only be troublesome."

Dugu Bo pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Do you need me to stand guard?"

"I'll have to trouble you, Senior."

Ling Feng walked to the edge of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, chose a spot neither too close nor too far from either pool, and sat down cross-legged.

He took out two jade boxes and opened them.

One plant was crystal-clear throughout, radiating bone-piercing cold.

The other was crimson like fire, its heat waves pressing down on them.

The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Infernal Delicate Apricot.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and picked up the Infernal Delicate Apricot first.

It melted the instant it entered his mouth. A scorching force surged into his body, as though his internal organs were all burning.

He gritted his teeth and circulated his Soul Power, guiding the hot current throughout his body.

His skin began to redden, and sweat seeped from his forehead, only to evaporate the instant it appeared.

Hot.

Far too hot.

It was as if he had been thrown into a furnace, every inch of his flesh being seared.

Ling Feng desperately guarded the last trace of clarity in his mind, waiting for that moment.

A quarter of an hour later, the scorching heat reached its peak and began to slowly recede.

Now!

He swiftly picked up the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and swallowed it. Then, gathering all his strength, he leaped into the point where the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well's waters merged.

"Kid!"

Dugu Bo was horrified. Even with his strength as a Titled Douluo, he did not dare remain in those waters for long. Could a six-year-old child, no matter how strong, possibly endure it?

A wave of cold swept over him, intertwining with the earlier scorching heat.

Ice and fire, two extremes.

This time, it was even more violent than before.

Heat and cold collided within his body. His meridians expanded and contracted, while his flesh burned one moment and froze the next.

That pain far surpassed anything an ordinary person could imagine.

Ling Feng's body began to tremble. His skin would turn scarlet one moment, then become covered in white frost the next.

But he did not retreat.

He firmly guarded his consciousness and followed the method in his memories, guiding the two forces to meet and merge within his body.

The powers of ice and fire circulated through his meridians, tempering his body over and over again.

With every cycle, a trace of impurities was expelled from his body. With every collision, his physique became a little tougher.

Dugu Bo stood nearby, watching the white mist rise from Ling Feng's body, a complicated glint flashing through his eyes.

This child's willpower far exceeded his imagination.

Even ordinary adults might not be able to withstand such pain, yet he was only six years old and could grit his teeth and endure without moving an inch.

"Grandpa, Brother Ling Feng will be all right, won't he?"

Dugu Yan tugged on his sleeve, her little face full of worry.

Dugu Bo stroked her head. "Don't worry. He'll be fine."

Time passed second by second.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

The sun dipped westward, and dusk settled over the land.

Ling Feng remained completely motionless, like an old monk in meditation.

Ling Feng had already spoken with Tuoba Yunhai beforehand, so although he was anxious, he had no choice but to wait.

It was not until the moon hung high in the sky that Ling Feng finally opened his eyes and swam out of the water.

A flash of golden light flickered through his eyes and vanished.

Ling Feng lowered his head and looked at his hands. His skin was fairer than before, yet it faintly carried a lustrous sheen, like jade.

He stood up and stretched his limbs, feeling lighter than ever before while also brimming with power.

He walked to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and reached toward the red spring.

It was scorching, but it did not burn his hand.

He then reached toward the white spring.

It was icy, but it did not pierce to the bone.

"Immune to water and fire."

Ling Feng murmured, "It worked."

Just like when Tang San participated in the Soul Master Tournament, "My Blue Silver Grass is immune to fire!"

But Ling Feng did not stop.

He sat down cross-legged again and took out another jade box.

Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew.

This crystal-clear little herb, its leaves like autumn water, gave off a faint silver radiance beneath the moonlight.

Ling Feng plucked the dew from it and dripped it into his eyes.

Once the dew entered his eyes, the originally crystalline herb was blown into ashes by a gentle breeze.

A cool sensation seeped into Ling Feng's Sea of Consciousness and instantly spread outward.

He felt as though he were standing amid a sea of stars. Countless points of light flickered around him, each one representing a thread of spiritual power.

He greedily absorbed them as the visualization diagram within his Sea of Consciousness slowly rotated, the phantoms of the Twin Sacred Dragon becoming more solid.

He did not know how long passed before that cool sensation faded.

Ling Feng opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and clear-headed, his thoughts sharper than ever before.

With a thought, he extended his spiritual power and could clearly sense Dugu Bo's breathing rhythm a hundred paces away. Farther out, he could hear the soft cries of nocturnal birds in the forest and the faint sound of spring water flowing within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

The range of his spiritual power had expanded by more than double.

More importantly, there was a faint warmth between his brows, a sign that his spiritual power had become highly condensed.

If he continued cultivating, perhaps he really could, as the legends claimed, open a third eye.

"Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew truly lives up to its reputation."

He murmured.

Dugu Bo walked over and looked him up and down, his eyes full of astonishment.

"Kid, your spiritual power... has at least reached the level of a high-ranking Soul Emperor."

Ling Feng smiled. "It's all thanks to this immortal-grade herb."

"You swallowed three immortal-grade herbs in one night. Aren't you afraid of bursting yourself to death?"

Dugu Bo snorted, though there was a hint of admiration in his tone.

Ling Feng stood and stretched his limbs. "Don't worry, Senior. I know what I'm doing."

He looked toward the two pools. Under the moonlight, the red and white springs reflected one another, while light seemed to flow within the mist curling above them.

After consuming those three immortal-grade herbs, his feelings toward the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had become entirely different.