Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Bath

Ye Xunfeng swiftly skimmed across the branches, avoiding Soul Beasts whenever he could. After all, he had no grudge against them, and he did not need Soul Rings. Why harm these already scarce Soul Beasts?

Otherwise, Soul Beasts would sooner or later be slaughtered into protected animals.

Though by the time of Douluo 3 and Douluo 4, that seemed to be the case anyway.

Ye Xunfeng lightly scratched his nose, then continued onward.

During this time, he had hunted in the forest, but the roasted meat tasted a little terrible...

He had no idea how long he had been searching.

Suddenly, he sensed an extremely uncomfortable feeling ahead. It was both cold and hot, yet something seemed to be drawing him toward it.

Standing on the highest branch, Ye Xunfeng looked into the distance and vaguely saw two kinds of energy, one red and one blue.

Ye Xunfeng rushed in that direction. With every step, he landed on a branch and kicked up a cloud of dust.

Before long, a natural basin appeared before him. Standing above it, Ye Xunfeng looked down at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, excitement flashing through his eyes.

Even if he could not use all these things himself, they could probably be traded for considerable benefits. They would also help cultivate the next generation.

But a trace of disappointment soon crossed Ye Xunfeng's face. He did not recognize many of the immortal-grade herbs here.

Other than the few mentioned in the original work, he had no idea how to handle them. It was rather wasteful, and he certainly could not stay here to guard the place.

What he needed most right now was not Soul Power or cultivation talent. After all, he had already condensed his first Soul Core.

His physical constitution, however, was far too weak.

His body had never been particularly strong. One of his Martial Souls was healing-type, while the other was a tool Martial Soul; neither enhanced his physique. Besides, he had not absorbed any Soul Rings.

Now that he had condensed his first Soul Core as a Soul Saint, he would need more during the Titled Douluo and Limit Douluo stages.

But his current body could not withstand that. His future would inevitably suffer, so how could he become a god?

Besides, his physical constitution was probably terrible. It might not even compare to that of a beast Martial Soul Soul Saint, though he did not truly know without testing it.

Still, his attack power and endurance should far surpass those of an ordinary Soul Saint.

After all, that was the difference between having a Soul Core and not having one.

Ye Xunfeng fixed his gaze on the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. Ice-Fire Body Tempering.

Ye Xunfeng refocused his gaze, took in the valley's scenery, and leaped down without hesitation.

Looking at every strange immortal herb and spiritual plant before him, Ye Xunfeng sincerely felt that he had truly transmigrated into a fantasy world.

Ye Xunfeng clenched his fists and slowly closed his eyes.

As long as he became strong enough, his mother would surely be revived. From now on, he would grow stronger at any cost—and take revenge.

Although Qian Xunji's fate in the original work had been miserable, it was still not enough.

Hatred flashed through Ye Xunfeng's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. His mother had been a good person. She certainly would not want him to take revenge by bringing disaster upon the continent.

Ye Xunfeng quickly walked to the yin-yang cauldron and looked at the two sides, at the extraordinary-looking Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot.

Using Soul Power, Ye Xunfeng swiftly pulled out the two immortal herbs and used Soul Power to place them in his mouth.

The immortal herbs melted the instant they entered his mouth, and they actually tasted quite good.

Ye Xunfeng slowly descended into the center of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. Cold and heat alternated through his body, accompanied by an indescribable tearing sensation.

If Ye Xunfeng could see his own body, he would find himself turning blue one moment and red the next. Still, he could clearly sense his physical constitution continuously rising.

With this Ice-Fire Body Tempering, he could now be considered immune to all poisons.

After all, Ye Xunfeng was already a Soul Saint when he consumed these two immortal herbs. In every aspect, including spiritual power and Soul Power, he was stronger than Tang San in the original work.

Ye Xunfeng rapidly circulated his Soul Power, accelerating the forging of his body by these energies.

The Eight Extraordinary Meridians...

Ye Xunfeng suddenly thought of them and tried to guide his Soul Power to nourish his meridians, but...

He did not understand the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. If he acted recklessly, something might go wrong.

Ye Xunfeng's consciousness gradually faded away.

The sun and moon in the sky had already completed another cycle, while the figure in the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well continued sinking.

After an unknown amount of time, a divine spear suddenly burst from the calm lake surface.

Ye Xunfeng suddenly shot up from the lakebed, grabbed the Atlas Spear, and landed on the ground.

At that moment, Ye Xunfeng felt as if his body were filled with strength.

With his current power, he should count as a formidable expert in this era of Douluo Continent.

Unfortunately, there was no one he could spar with.

He could not go to Spirit Hall yet. If he went now, his good old father would never punish his eldest son based solely on his word.

Unless Ye Xunfeng had enough strength and prestige to force his hand...

As for Qian Xunji, sometimes Ye Xunfeng would not even need to act. That fellow would ruin himself sooner or later.

But doing nothing felt unbearably stifling.

Ye Xunfeng rubbed his forehead. Spirit Hall...

Spirit Hall's eventual end could be said to have been caused by its own upper ranks playing it to death.

The lower ranks worked diligently, the middle ranks lazed around and wallowed in corruption, and the upper ranks...

The upper ranks were hard to describe.

Organizations on Douluo Continent...

There was no worst, only worse.

Yet until the very end, his mother had been proud to call herself a member of Spirit Hall.

Ye Xunfeng felt like his head was killing him.

Forget it. He would stop thinking about it and first deal with the immortal herbs whose handling he remembered.

Take the Eight-Petaled Immortal Orchid, take the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, take the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower...

The Aromatic Silk Beauty was a good thing. It could be used to win over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but he definitely could not hand it over now. Otherwise, apart from exchanging it for a pile of Gold Soul Coins, he would gain nothing.

He might even lose his life.

Finally, there was the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, a flower that could be called inauspicious.

After finishing all this, Ye Xunfeng lightly twisted his neck, feeling that his entire body was somewhat stiff.

Forget it. It was time to leave.

Even if Dugu Bo acquired this land in the end, he would not know how to use it.

Ye Xunfeng glanced at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, a place that could be called a must-visit opportunity on Douluo Continent, then leaped away.

Still, he did not know what point in Douluo Continent's timeline this was, but it should definitely be fairly early.

After all, when he had heard Qian Xunji's voice back then, he had sounded very young. From his tone, he should not yet have become Pope.

Ye Xunfeng pondered as he skimmed across the branches.

Suddenly, voices came from ahead.

"Yo, where did this little beauty come from? This place is so dangerous. Why not come with us brothers? Then we can protect you, right?" An extremely lecherous voice drifted over from the distance.

Ye Xunfeng frowned slightly and paused. After hesitating for two or three seconds, he swiftly headed toward the source of the voices.