Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Qin Feng's Great Harvest! Dugu Yan is Moved!

Sunset Forest, deep within the poison formation.

The surrounding vegetation transitioned from dense to sparse, until it vanished entirely.

In its place lay a valley cradled by mountains.

The moment one stepped inside, a strange heatwave and a biting chill surged forward, intertwined.

Qin Feng stood atop the mountain looking down, seeing an oval-shaped pool where milky-white and crimson spring waters remained distinct, neither encroaching upon the other, yet rising in billowing mists at their boundary.

Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

This was a geomantic treasure land known as one of the three great treasure basins.

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back, looking over this herb garden that belonged to him, his tone carrying a hint of pride.

"Kid, this is where I live in seclusion."

"You may pick any of the herbs here; as long as you can cure Dugu Yan, even if you empty this place out, I will have no complaints."

Though his words were bold, the corner of Dugu Bo's eye twitched slightly.

Many of the herbs here were unknown even to him, but anything capable of growing in the extreme environment of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was certainly no ordinary item.

Qin Feng did not stand on ceremony and jumped straight down.

To Dugu Bo, these immortal herbs might just be unknown poisonous weeds or tonics, but to Qin Feng, who had thoroughly read the original work, this place was paved with gold.

Most importantly, it was about intercepting the opportunity.

Originally, these things were all Tang San's destiny; now, they were all his.

Qin Feng walked up to a completely crimson herb; it resembled a cabbage but radiated astonishing heat.

Infernal Delicate Apricot.

Immediately after, he looked to the other side, where a white herb stood with an octagonal flower at its peak, emitting a bone-chilling cold.

Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass.

Qin Feng moved with agility, taking jade boxes from his Soul Tool. Without hesitation, he acted swiftly, harvesting these immortal herbs—capable of inciting bloody storms across the continent—one by one into his possession.

Aromatic Silk Beauty, Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum...

Watching Qin Feng pull up those strangely shaped herbs and stuff them into his arms as if he were picking radishes in his own vegetable patch, Dugu Bo's face began to twitch uncontrollably.

Especially when Qin Feng pulled up an immortal herb radiating a rich, exotic fragrance, Dugu Bo felt his heart bleeding.

He had guarded that herb for ten years, waiting for it to mature to see what kind of treasure it was.

Yet this kid's hands were darker than anyone's.

"Grandfather."

Dugu Yan stood to the side, watching Dugu Bo's pained expression as he struggled to hold back his frustration, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.

"You were the one who said he could take whatever he wanted."

"With that look on your face, someone who didn't know better would think you were cutting flesh from your own body."

"Is this what they call... dropping gold coins?"

Dugu Bo glared at his granddaughter and retorted irritably:

"Who do you think I'm doing this for?"

"As long as your poison can be cured, what are these mere worldly possessions?"

Although he said this, Dugu Bo turned his head away, choosing not to look so he wouldn't be bothered.

Qin Feng felt great after collecting the necessary medicinal materials.

With these items, he could not only cure Dugu Yan's poison but also significantly boost his own strength, and even cultivate the girls around him along the way.

As for Tang San?

He would probably only be able to come here to drink the bathwater later.

Qin Feng walked to the side of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and sat down on a flat rock.

"Alright, the medicinal materials are gathered."

"Next is alchemy."

Qin Feng flipped his palm, and an ancient black medicine cauldron appeared out of thin air, landing on the rock with a dull thud.

Immediately after, the clothes on his back burst open, and a pair of massive bone wings unfurled.

The bone wings were a ghostly, forest-white, burning with ice-blue flames.

Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

Dugu Bo's pupils constricted slightly.

The aura of this flame made even him, a Titled Douluo, feel a sense of trepidation.

It was the product of a perfect fusion between extreme cold and extreme fire.

"Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone..."

Dugu Bo muttered in a low voice, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes.

Dugu Yan watched Qin Feng's focused back, her playful expression fading somewhat. She walked to Dugu Bo's side, gently tugged on the old man's sleeve, and lowered her voice.

"Grandfather."

"Actually... whether the poison is cured or not is secondary."

Dugu Bo was stunned and turned to look at his granddaughter.

Dugu Yan bit her red lips, her gaze never leaving Qin Feng.

"He exposed this Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone at the academy; he will inevitably be targeted by those with ulterior motives."

"I brought you here mainly because I wanted you to... protect him."

Dugu Yan's voice grew softer as she spoke, carrying a hint of a young girl's shyness.

Dugu Bo had lived for decades; how could he not understand the meaning behind those words?

His green eyes swept back and forth between Dugu Yan and Qin Feng, and a playful arc tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Yan Yan, do you like this kid?"

Dugu Yan's pretty face instantly flushed red, like a ripe apple.

"Grandfather! What nonsense are you spouting!"

"I just... I just think he is a talent, and it would be a pity if he died."

Dugu Bo snorted coldly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"He is a talent, but this kid is too arrogant."

"If he wants to be my grandson-in-law, talent alone is not enough."

"I only have one precious granddaughter; if he can't even cure the poison in your body, then even if the King of Heaven himself came, I would never agree to your affairs."

Dugu Yan stomped her foot, and just as she was about to retort, a strange fluctuation suddenly emanated from ahead.

The two immediately ceased their conversation, their gazes cast simultaneously toward Qin Feng.

Qin Feng's hands flew, weaving one dazzling hand seal after another.

The bone-white flames rose beneath the medicine cauldron, enveloping it entirely.

One rare medicinal herb after another was tossed into the cauldron by Qin Feng.

Under the scorching heat of the fire, the herbs quickly transformed into pure medicinal liquid, with all impurities thoroughly purged.

This technique was simply unheard of.

Soul masters on the Douluo Continent mostly limited their use of herbs to direct consumption or simple boiling.

For Dugu Bo, such refined and meticulous extraction and fusion were no different from opening the door to a new world.

"This kid... where on earth did he learn these methods?"

The contempt in Dugu Bo's eyes had long since vanished, replaced by deep shock.

He had played with poison his entire life and prided himself on having an understanding of herbs that no one could match.

But in the face of Qin Feng's miraculous alchemy, he felt like a mere apprentice who had just started.

As time passed, a rich, thick medicinal fragrance wafted from the cauldron.

Just by taking a single breath, Dugu Bo felt the soul power that had been dormant within him for years stir with a hint of restlessness.

"Condense!"

Qin Feng let out a low shout and slammed his hands together.

The medicine cauldron emitted a crisp hum.

The next moment, the cauldron lid shot into the sky.

Five streaks of light flew out from the cauldron, which Qin Feng caught with quick, practiced movements.

Qin Feng opened his palm, and resting quietly in his hand were five pills the size of dragon eyes.

The pills were emerald green, their surfaces shimmering with a faint halo, emitting a refreshing and heart-soothing fragrance.