One Who Walks by the River Often Will Get Their Shoes Wet

Noticing Lin Chuan's gaze fixed on the medicinal garden and the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well in the distance, Dugu Bo offered a word of caution:

"It is best not to go there."

Before reaching a certain level of strength, venturing into that terrifying, strange pool was no different from seeking death.

One could go if they had the strength, but the danger remained immense; even he, a Title Douluo, could only endure the boundary at the center of the pool for half an hour.

However, Dugu Bo offered only this simple warning and said nothing more.

The three arrived at a bamboo house not far from the entrance.

Once inside, the space felt cramped, as the house was mostly occupied by furniture.

Lin Chuan kept his eyes locked on the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, ignoring the looks exchanged between the two, and spoke:

"The poison in your bodies has long since reached the bone, infiltrating your internal organs. Ordinary methods cannot dispel it."

"However, you must drive the majority of the toxins into corresponding Spirit Bone, then consume medicinal pills to gradually purge the poison that has seeped into your marrow and organs."

"You must prepare the Spirit Bone yourselves; as it happens, the herbs needed to purge your poison are right here."

Hearing Lin Chuan's words, Dugu Yan's gaze followed his, landing precisely on the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Dugu Bo, taciturn and reclusive, poured tea for himself while pondering this method of detoxification.

Over the past few decades, the poison in his body had spread throughout his marrow; every time he channeled his spirit power, it only accelerated the erosion.

Dugu Yan's condition was no better than his; she had grown up in amniotic fluid saturated with toxins. The poison had been with her since birth.

And yet, the detoxifying herbs were actually here, in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Dugu Bo's emerald eyes swept over the vast array of herbs in the garden, and he sighed inwardly.

It was a pity he knew nothing of herbs. He had once attempted to harvest them, but the moment he touched them, he felt a scorching heat burn through his meridians and surge into his dantian.

Had he not suppressed it in time, he would have suffered severe internal injuries.

"I will find a way to obtain the Spirit Bone, but how can I trust you?"

With the conversation having reached this point, Dugu Bo bluntly expressed his distrust.

Lin Chuan chuckled:

"The famous Poison Douluo, could it be you fear I might poison you while detoxifying you?"

Dugu Bo's mastery of poison was peerless; he had played with toxins his entire life and had never met an opponent in this field.

This was his greatest pride, and he could not tolerate anyone questioning his expertise.

But playing with poison was one thing; curing it was another.

One who walks by the river often gets their shoes wet.

Dugu Bo lacked the world-class medical skills to cure his own poison, let alone the deep-seated, lethal toxins that had accumulated in his lungs over time.

Yet, if an enemy were to poison him, he would still be able to detect it instantly.

Dugu Bo knew this, of course, but that was not his true intention. He had hoped to force the other party into some overbearing terms, but it seemed that was no longer possible.

The atmosphere turned cold, and at a signal from Dugu Bo, he and Dugu Yan departed together.

Once the grandfather and granddaughter had completely left, Lin Chuan stood up and walked out of the bamboo house.

He had never held any hope of forming a deep bond with Dugu Bo; three years of utilization would be enough for him to grow.

Since the other party had agreed, he could use Dugu Bo's reputation in the future to add prestige to Martial Soul Hall.

Strolling toward the medicinal garden, he could clearly feel the dense energy radiating from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, making it difficult for anyone with a physique below the Spirit King level to approach.

Given Lin Chuan's current physique, he would have no major issues as long as he did not enter the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well itself.

He did not forget the reason he came here for this great opportunity, so he asked in his heart:

"Giratina, can you sense the Ice and Fire Dragon Souls?"

Before long, Giratina's calm voice echoed:

"I have a faint sense of them, but a layer of energy has completely isolated them. It is not something we can break through for the time being."

If they were merely dragon souls, even containing vast soul origins, they would have dissipated after tens of thousands of years.

The fact that they remained meant they were encased in an energy barrier that isolated everything.

As for souls, any fierce or powerful soul would be devoured when facing Giratina.

It was only a matter of time.

As long as there was a way to break that protective layer and absorb the origin of the Ice and Fire Dragon Souls, his strength would skyrocket.

"What level of strength is required to break it?"

Perhaps it was a protective barrier cast by the Ice and Fire Dragon King before death; after tens of thousands of years, the energy of this barrier was gradually dissipating and weakening.

"Demi-god level."

Hearing this, Lin Chuan fell into a long silence.

If he were to reach the demi-god level naturally, how much time would that take...

However, it is not impossible; much like Huo Gua, one could utilize Tian Meng's sacrifice to provide the framework for a second Spirit Ring.

The spirit power brought about by the nine extra hundred-thousand-year Spirit Rings might just help him break through to become a demigod.

Although Tian Meng is more suited for mental-type Spirit Masters, his martial soul is Giratina, which sits at an absolutely leading level when it comes to mental power.

Devouring souls, absorbing pure energy, and strengthening mental power—not to mention that Giratina itself can learn psychic-type skills.

At the beginning, he had even asked Giratina, who stated that regarding mental power, he holds a relationship of both restraint and ancestral origin.

The restraint comes from the nature of his own abilities, while the ancestral origin comes from his ghost attribute, which does not reject such Spirit Rings.

Thus, he had long since set his sights on Tian Meng.

After all, a single Spirit Ring slot can provide four skills, not to mention a massive source of mental power, a million-year head Spirit Bone, and a bonus second martial soul framework.

Any one of these, if taken out, would be something to make even a Title Douluo or a Limit Douluo drool with envy.

Sensing that there was no one around, it seemed he was the only person in the entire Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Lin Chuan's courage grew accordingly.

Previously, he had claimed that these were medicinal herbs for detoxifying the two of them, betting that the other party wouldn't recognize them, so he could swindle them all for himself.

With a light wave of his left hand, he took out the Herb Encyclopedia, while his right hand gripped the jade tools he had also retrieved.

Following the descriptions in the book, Lin Chuan began to harvest carefully and earnestly.

This trip was quite effortless, and the opportunities were top-notch.

A single Immortal Herb alone could allow the most ordinary Spirit Master to compensate for innate deficiencies and possess the qualifications to advance to a Title Douluo.

As each Immortal Herb was harvested and placed into his Storage Ring, Lin Chuan curiously asked:

"Giratina, if you were to devour these Immortal Herbs, could their medicinal effects bring us any improvement?"

"Or is there a limit to the quantity as well?"

In the original work, Tang San mentioned that one could seemingly only consume three of these Immortal Herbs; consuming more would be counterproductive, and one could only continue devouring them after they were thoroughly refined.

And the time required for this thorough refinement is at most fifteen years.

In those fifteen years, given his strength, he might have already reached the god level and devoured the souls of the Ice and Fire Dragon King; who would still be here eating this graveyard grass!

Giratina's voice remained three parts indifferent and disdainful as he said:

"The Immortal Herbs here all grow by relying on this pool of corpse water; some of their origins are the same, while others are mutually repulsive."

"Ordinary people can only consume about two; otherwise, the energy is too vast, and they are prone to exploding and dying. Even the most powerful among them cannot exceed three."

"However, this restriction is useless against me. Once devoured by me, they will all be refined into energy."