The God Who Manages Immortal Herbs on the Douluo Continent

The next day, the sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze brushed by.

The Snow Silkworm was in its final moments of being absorbed by Dugu Yan.

The Snow Silkworm's entire body had already turned transparent.

Seeing this, Murong Ci did not delay any longer; he withdrew his hand from her back and began to collect his "spoils of war."

Murong Ci's footsteps were extremely light, careful not to disturb Dugu Yan as he walked to the outer perimeter of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Although the herbs on the periphery could not be called top-tier, they were still rare enough to be considered treasures.

Murong Ci stood before an unremarkable stone, gently sniffing a faint floral fragrance.

It was a pale blue flower with petals that had condensed into ice crystals, crystal clear and translucent, with a few droplets of water hanging from them.

Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, as the name implied, was a spiritual herb used to enhance mental power.

While not an immortal-grade herb, it was still a rare find for an agility-type soul master.

Murong Ci had already made proper arrangements for Feng Xiaotian; he would never treat his own subordinate poorly.

[You can trigger the Ultimate Wood attribute by picking these herbs, which gives you a strong affinity for them.]

[Idiot.]

Murong Ci shook his head and pursed his lips. He channeled the wood attribute of the Yongzhen Space into the roots of the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew.

It was as if he were communicating with it.

Before long, the flower relaxed as if its strength had been drained, and Murong Ci lifted his hand to pluck it.

The Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew merged into the Yongzhen Space.

Only a tiny seed remained.

Murong Ci even infused that small seed with a faint trace of Ultimate Wood energy.

It would grow quickly.

Murong Ci stood up and stretched, then turned to walk toward the next plant.

It was a plant growing beside the Yang Spring, entirely fiery red, nestled in the crevices of the rocks near the spring.

Its petals resembled a burning red cockscomb, and a drop of liquid flame flowed within its stamen.

That was the top-tier fire-attribute immortal herb, the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower.

Even if its quality was slightly lower than the Infernal Delicate Apricot, it was still the best of the best.

This was the fundamental source for that fellow Ma Hongjun to evolve from an Evil Fire Phoenix into a true Phoenix.

However, Murong Ci certainly wouldn't leave it for him; this immortal herb was meant for Huo Wu.

With the tempering Huo Wu had received from the Earth Core Flame earlier, combined with this top-tier fire-attribute immortal herb, her own flames would surely leap forward to become the Ultimate Fire.

Murong Ci felt a secret thrill; giving it to his girlfriend was definitely better than giving it to that lecherous Ma Hongjun.

With a thought, he channeled the Ultimate Fire to draw it in, and the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower flew into Murong Ci's arms as if it had found its master.

"A few months from now, when I leave this place, my companions will surely shine brilliantly, especially my Huo Wu."

Murong Ci's footsteps felt a bit lighter; there was nothing quite like the spirit of a youth.

He continued on his way, walking as if the world were his own.

On the east side of the spring, a golden chrysanthemum stood alone in a rock crevice closest to the Yang Spring.

The petals were in the shape of a perfect chrysanthemum, but the stamen was pale purple, and its body was shrouded in a faint layer of purple mist, appearing bewitching and noble under the moonlight.

The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum was the origin of the Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's martial soul.

He could keep this for himself to use as a bargaining chip for future cooperation with the Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Murong Ci was certain that with this immortal herb, the Chrysanthemum Douluo would definitely agree to do anything for him.

Was this considered raising a death warrior?

More or less; the Chrysanthemum Douluo's martial soul was the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum itself, so if he were given this immortal herb, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

He could likely raise his level to ninety-seven or even ninety-eight.

Only with capital in hand could one obtain what one desired.

Only then could his journey to the Martial Soul Hall be even more magnificent and perfect.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye, and Murong Ci subsequently collected the Narcissus Jade Bone and the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid.

He truly wouldn't leave a single good thing for Tang San.

However, the system suggested that these could be used as trades, which would be far more valuable than waiting for Tang San to take them.

After all, if he did this, Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing would owe him a favor, which he could leverage later.

As for the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, Murong Ci also tried to see if he could pluck it.

But the result was, of course, disappointing.

The condition for picking it was to have deep love in one's heart and to use one's own heart's blood as a guide. Those who were not devoted enough could not pluck it.

[So you really are Zang Xin, a man of many passions. Though this flower is the same, arrogant and conceited.]

A hint of mockery and disdain appeared in the system's voice.

Murong Ci pondered for a moment, perhaps thinking that the system could help him pluck it later?

Thinking is one thing, reality is another; better to focus on the task at hand first.

Thus, Murong Ci arrived before this final immortal herb.

Growing on the bank at the junction of the Yang Spring and the Yin Spring, its petals were as crystal clear as glass.

Aromatic Silk Beauty, originally Ning Rongrong's exclusive immortal herb.

It evolved her Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda into the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, making her the unprecedented Nine Treasures Douluo.

Murong Ci sat there, staring straight at the immortal herb with a dazed look in his eyes.

[Are you wondering whether to give it to her?]

Murong Ci nodded slightly and reached out to touch the small petals.

[Whether you give it or not is up to you, but I know you don't hate her as much as you think.]

[Perhaps you shouldn't hate her at all. A four-hundred-year-old Flame Demon Lion is something unattainable on the continent in this era.]

[I don't know how she begged Ning Fengzhi to get that soul beast. Sigh, merchants value profit and take parting lightly.]

Murong Ci stared blankly at the sky, his eyes hollow; it seemed he truly shouldn't hate her.

Since things had reached this point, there was no time to dwell on other matters.

Murong Ci turned around and channeled his soul power to collect the Aromatic Silk Beauty.

Suddenly, a smile curled the corners of his lips as he thought of a brilliant idea!

He could sell it to Ning Fengzhi. Since the man valued profit and doted on his daughter, he would surely buy this item for her.

This way, he would have money, earn a favor, and perhaps Ning Rongrong might even throw herself into his arms?

Perhaps.

A trace of self-mockery appeared in Murong Ci's expression.

In any case, the trip for the immortal herbs had concluded successfully.

Following this, Dugu Yan finally finished her absorption and stood up, feeling completely refreshed.

She walked toward Murong Ci with a light, jaunty step, her eyes filled with a hint of greed and desire?

"Thanks to your Snow Silkworm, a lot of the toxins hidden deep within my body have been exposed, and the Snow Silkworm has also enhanced my resistance to the cold."

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly closed the distance to Murong Ci. Before he could dodge, she pinned him against the stone wall.

It hurt him.

Feeling Dugu Yan's breath against his face, his heart began to race uncontrollably.

"So, I want you. I want you to increase the firepower today, use all your strength to help me treat this, and pour that ice-attribute soul power into me hard!"

Murong Ci coughed slightly and waved his hand, signaling her to let him go.

Dugu Yan complied and released him.

Murong Ci brought her to the side of the Yin Spring to treat her just as he had the day before.

Only this time, Murong Ci took the Aromatic Silk Beauty out of his Yongzhen Pocket and placed it to the side.

With this, the treatment process would go much more smoothly.

Dugu Yan would also be much more comfortable...

Soft moans echoed from time to time within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Dugu Bo stood by a cliff, looking down at the entire Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Watching his granddaughter's actions, he couldn't help but cover his head, though the slight upward curve of his lips betrayed his current mood.

Meanwhile, soul power slowly condensed in Dugu Bo's hands, alternating between ink green and deep purple.

He looked down at the two people below and muttered to himself.

"Let this old man see if you, brat, truly have the strength to be worthy of my granddaughter."