Beast Spirit King Blood Ginseng (Seeking Recommendations)

"Mine, all mine..."

Looking at the valley filled with immortal herbs, Tang San felt an unprecedented surge of excitement.

Tang San was so tempted that he was nearly drooling.

Having studied the Mystic Treasure Record, he recognized the vast majority of the immortal herbs growing here.

Blazing Apricot Delicate, Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Phoenix Cockscomb Sunflower, Primordial Immortal Grass, Silk Tulip.

And there, the one known as the king of immortal grades: the Fragrant Silk Immortal Grade.

Any one of these, if placed in the outside world, would be enough to trigger a bloody storm, yet here, they were scattered about as casually as common cabbages.

"Wu, this is the Beast Spirit King Blood Ginseng. Consuming it will grant you the spirits of ten thousand beasts; it is the most suitable immortal herb for you."

"Quick, consume it now..."

Tang San prioritized selecting the most fitting immortal herb for Tang Wu.

Though called a ginseng, the Beast Spirit King Blood Ginseng looked more like a crystal-clear, blood-red gemstone.

It was slightly larger than a soybean.

Tang San had always kept in mind the path Tang Wu envisioned: using Blue Silver Grass to inherit the strengths of all spirits.

This Beast Spirit King Blood Ginseng was a perfect match for Tang Wu and would undoubtedly allow him to travel much further along that path.

Facing the "ruby" handed over by Tang San, Tang Wu didn't stand on ceremony and immediately began to absorb it.

He grabbed the Beast Spirit King Blood Ginseng and refined it in an instant!

The absorption process was smoother than expected; in less than half a day, Tang Wu had finished refining it.

Throughout this time, Tang San stood guard by his side, remaining vigilant.

When Tang Wu opened his eyes again, a flash of bright silver flickered deep within his pupils.

His spirit power level had leaped from level 39 to level 40.

He only needed to obtain one more spirit ring to officially step into the realm of a Spirit Ancestor.

But that wasn't all; the majority of the Beast Spirit King Blood Ginseng's medicinal power remained hidden within Tang Wu's body, yet to be fully released.

"Brother, look, I've broken through—I'm a level 40 quasi-Spirit Ancestor."

Tang Wu feigned extreme surprise, sharing his joy with Tang San.

Tang San smiled faintly, feeling deeply gratified.

My foolish little brother...

Immortal herbs did more than just raise spirit power; their most important effects had yet to be revealed.

When that time came, he would truly understand the weight of the words "immortal herb."

"Alright, let's strike while the iron is hot. We'll work together to pluck the Blazing Apricot Delicate and the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass growing by the cold and hot springs."

"No problem..."

Tang Wu nodded eagerly.

Once they were fully prepared, the two brothers simultaneously cast their Blue Silver Grass, pulling the two immortal herbs from the soil.

However.

What happened next did not follow the original trajectory.

The moment Tang San obtained the Blazing Apricot Delicate and the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, he did not choose to consume them himself.

Instead, he pushed them toward Tang Wu, instructing him with a serious expression:

"Wu, listen to your brother. After consuming these two herbs, strip off your clothes and enter the Ice and Fire Spring Water immediately."

"But Brother, you are clearly more suited for this than..."

"There is no 'suited' or 'not suited.' You are my younger brother; it is only right for a big brother to yield to his younger brother."

Before Tang Wu could finish, Tang San cut him off with a firm attitude.

At this moment, Tang San held the Blazing Apricot Delicate in one hand and the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass in the other.

One side was scorching hot, the other freezing cold; his expression twisted in agony, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Seeing Tang Wu hesitate, Tang San urged him once more:

"Hurry, Wu! Consume these two herbs quickly; I can't hold on much longer..."

Because the pain was unbearable, his voice trembled.

Seeing this, Tang Wu knew he had no choice but to accept.

He replied with a "fine," then quickly took the Blazing Apricot Delicate and the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass from Tang San's hands.

Following the instructions, he swallowed them and, after stripping off his outer garment, plunged into the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well with a splash.

The experience of tempering the body with ice and fire was far from pleasant; it was nothing short of torture.

The moment he entered the spring, ice and fire surged incessantly through Tang Wu's body.

He felt alternating waves of freezing cold and searing heat; when it was cold, it felt as if ice crystals were growing within the crevices of his bones, and when it was hot, his entire body felt as though it were melting away.

Yet, the reward gained in exchange for this agony was unimaginably bountiful.

Tang Wu's current physical constitution was, if anything, superior to that of a level 50 Spirit King with a Beast Spirit.

At the same time.

The Beast Spirit King Blood Ginseng within his body was also being refined significantly during the process of tempering his golden body with ice and fire.

However, due to the laws of the Douluo Continent suppressing him, Tang Wu would only know the exact extent of his progress after obtaining his next spirit ring.

He did not know how much time had passed.

When Tang Wu emerged from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the first thing he saw was the standoff between Tang San and Dugu Bo.

"Tang San, you have some nerve! How dare you touch my herb garden without my permission?"

Dugu Bo unleashed the Great Desolation Heaven-Imprisoning Finger, pointing it directly at Tang San, his domineering aura on full display.

His expression was volatile, clearly poised to strike at any moment.

However.

Even when facing the Poison Douluo, known for his ruthlessness, Tang San's expression remained unchanged; he was completely unfazed throughout.

He simply said indifferently:

"Senior Poison Douluo, surely you wouldn't want your beloved granddaughter to end up dying from a poison flare-up..."

Good grief!

I am truly impressed!

Under Tang Wu's subtle influence, that thick-browed, big-eyed Tang San had finally learned to be devious.

But regardless of whether the tactic was underhanded, you have to admit—was it effective?

As expected...

With his weakness precisely targeted, Dugu Bo, despite his heaven-defying abilities, could not escape the Five Finger Mountain of familial affection.

Dugu Yan was the only anchor he had left in this world.

If his granddaughter were to suddenly vanish before his eyes one day, Dugu Bo would truly go insane.

"Brat, you actually dare to threaten me? Do you believe I won't—"

"If Senior Dugu wants to kill me, that would certainly be easy, but are you sure?"

"In this world, I am the only one who can cure the snake venom in both you and your granddaughter."

Holding his trump card, Tang San was fearless, as arrogant as one could possibly be.

Even though his opponent was a Titled Douluo, one of the few people standing at the very pinnacle of the continent, he remained calm and collected, handling the situation with ease.

In contrast, Dugu Bo was flustered, scrambling to regain his footing.

His expression shifted from overcast to clear, then back to overcast, changing colors repeatedly.

It was as if a spice rack had been overturned, with every color of the rainbow playing out across his face.

Finally, Dugu Bo forced a smile at Tang San:

"Hahaha, why so tense? I was just joking, old man that I am."

"What's wrong? Is this joke not funny?"

Arrogant at first and submissive later—it was laughable to behold.