The morning breeze drifted through the depths of the valley, carrying the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well's peculiar mingling of warmth and chill.
Ye Lingling lowered her eyes and gently cradled the Aromatic Silk Beauty, which gave off a distant, sweet fragrance, in her palm. Her slender jade fingers curled slightly around it.
"Lingling, with the spiritual energy so abundant, now is the best time to take it," Xue Yao said, standing nearby. His tone was calm and gentle.
Ye Lingling gave a slight nod.
She said nothing. Bringing the Aromatic Silk Beauty to her lips, she gently inhaled, drawing every thin, golden-purple petal into her mouth.
The instant the petals touched her throat, an intensely rich sweetness spread through her mouth, then turned into a warm current that silently flowed through her limbs and bones.
Ye Lingling gently closed her eyes. Her brows and eyes, usually as cool as frost, now softened with extraordinary tenderness.
Yet only three breaths later—
"Vmmm—"
A deep, deafening resonance suddenly rang out from within Ye Lingling!
This was no ordinary burst of medicinal energy. It was a shackle that had lain dormant for centuries, now being torn apart by an irresistible force!
Ye Lingling's body began to tremble slightly.
Xue Yao's brows twitched. He was the first to sense something amiss.
He clearly felt that within Ye Lingling's immense, pure Soul Power fluctuations lurked a force that was both extraordinarily ancient and stubborn.
It was a seal, steeped in a powerful curse, that had long since seeped into the deepest reaches of her Martial Soul's bloodline.
The seal fought desperately, but what of it?
Before this celestial herb, which had absorbed the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well's extreme spiritual energy for centuries, a mere decaying Blood Curse passed down for several