Fa Ma Curses Chrysanthemum Douluo: Why Are You Crying Over a Weed, You Idiot!

Battle Through the Heavens Plane, Tagor Desert, Holy City of the Snake-Person Tribe.

The first rays of the morning sun spilled over the golden sea of sand, and the atmosphere within the Holy City grew solemn and bustling.

"Clatter."

Bo Saixi was dragged out of the Queen's bedchamber as roughly as a dead fish by two burly female Snake-Person guards.

Having worked as a human faucet all night long, her stunningly beautiful face was etched with exhaustion, and her once-brilliant blue eyes were now somewhat dim.

Yet, strangely, her skin possessed an astonishing, rosy luster.

This was the result of absorbing the medicinal power that had overflowed into the Queen's bathwater throughout the night.

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for?"

A guard shoved Bo Saixi impatiently, the Snake Lance in her hand glinting with a cold light. "Her Majesty the Queen is going to inspect the temple, and a water-attribute slave like you will come in handy."

"Oh, and the Ice Spirit Grass over there is about to wither; it needs to be watered with high-purity water-attribute Dou Qi."

"Yes, yes—"

Bo Saixi lowered her head, her voice raspy.

The High Priestess who once held a scepter and commanded the vast ocean had now learned how to be a competent slave.

Because she had discovered that as long as she obeyed, not only could she stay alive, but she could also snag quite a few opportunities for herself.

Following the guards through the corridor, Bo Saixi truly saw the Holy City of the Snake-Person Tribe for the first time.

At this sight, her heart skipped a beat.

The interior of the Holy City was incredibly grand, with massive stone pillars towering overhead, each carved with complex and profound runes.

"Hah! Hup!"

On a training ground in the distance, a squad of Snake-Person children, who looked to be only seven or eight years old, were undergoing morning drills.

They were bare-chested, their tender scales shimmering under the sunlight.

One of the smallest-looking children, in a scramble for a piece of dried meat, suddenly slammed a fist into a Black Iron Wood Stake nearby.

BOOM!

That Black Iron Wood Stake, which possessed a hardness comparable to the Deep Sea Heavy Silver of the Douluo Continent, was actually punched into a deep crater by this seven-year-old child!

"This—"

Bo Saixi's pupils constricted, and her footsteps came to an involuntary halt.

She had seen it clearly: the aura erupting from that child was comparable to a Soul Ancestor of the Douluo Continent, if not stronger!

"A seven-year-old Soul Ancestor?"

"And that was pure physical strength?!"

Bo Saixi felt her worldview crumbling.

On the Douluo Continent, Innate Full Soul Power was already the mark of a peerless genius, and reaching level twenty by the age of seven was enough to be called a monster.

Yet here, this seemed to be nothing more than a scuffle between a group of ordinary children?

"What are you staring at? Those are just hatchlings that were born not long ago."

The guard beside her looked at the wide-eyed Bo Saixi with utter disdain. "A bunch of brats who aren't even Dou Zhe yet—what's there to look at? What a country bumpkin, never seen the world."

Not even Dou Zhe yet—

Bo Saixi swallowed hard, a deep sense of powerlessness surging in her heart.

If even these hatchlings could shatter a Soul Ancestor with a single punch, then if her pride and joy, the Sea God Island's army of Spirit Masters, were to encounter the main force of this Snake-Person Tribe—

They would likely be slaughtered to the last man in an instant, wouldn't they?

Meanwhile, Douluo Continent, Sea God Island.

Before the Sea God Temple.

Sea Dragon Douluo stared at the vicious Snake-Person hatchlings on the light screen, his grip on his Trident Replica nearly failing.

"High Priestess, those are hatchlings?"

"That seven-year-old little snake-person... the power of that one punch was more than ten times greater than my own grandson's—"

"The talent of our Sea Spirit Masters, which we pride ourselves on at Sea God Island, is nothing but a joke in front of that desert race!"

The Seven Sacred Pillar Guardians all turned deathly pale.

They had always believed that Sea God Island was the holy land of Spirit Masters and that Sea Spirit Masters were invincible among their peers.

Now, it seemed they were merely flowers living in a greenhouse, while the creatures of that world, even the children, were monsters who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Snake-Person Holy City, Temple Forbidden Area.

Bo Saixi was brought to a heavily guarded underground cavern.

As soon as they entered, an extreme chill rushed toward them, forming a stark contrast with the scorching desert outside.

In the center of the cavern stood a small altar.

A transparent jade bottle rested upon the altar.

Queen Medusa stood before the altar, examining the jade bottle with a solemn expression.

Behind her stood four elderly women who looked as though they were on the verge of death.

They were the four great elders of the Snake-Person Tribe!

"This is that very aura!"

As soon as Bo Saixi approached, her blue eyes locked onto the jade bottle on the altar, unable to look away.

She felt the Sea God Martial Soul within her body trembling frantically, emitting a near-greedy longing!

It was a craving for the ultimate water!

The jade bottle contained only half a bottle of pale blue liquid, which appeared entirely unremarkable.

However—

Even just smelling the faint trace of aura leaking out—

Bo Saixi was horrified to her core: I feel as if my soul is about to be frozen!

The origin of ice contained within that drop of water is actually a hundred times purer than the Sea God Heart bestowed upon me by Lord Sea God!

What kind of divine object is that?!

Just then, one of the elders spoke, her voice raspy: "Your Majesty, this bottle of Ice Spirit Cold Spring is something we spent a hundred years of our tribe's accumulated wealth to trade from that old fellow, Gu He."

"Only this can suppress the violent nature of the Heavenly Flames and assist you in completing your evolution."

Ice Spirit Cold Spring!

This name was deeply etched into Bo Saixi's mind.

Queen Medusa picked up the jade bottle and shook it gently, a flash of determination in her eyes: "For the future of the Snake-Person Tribe, this price is nothing."

"As long as I can evolve into a Dou Zong, or even reach for the Dou Saint realm, our Snake-Person Tribe will no longer have to cower in this damned desert!"

Having said this, Medusa turned around and looked coldly at Bo Saixi: "You, come here."

Bo Saixi's body trembled, and she hurriedly crawled over on her knees.

"When I activate the altar in a moment, the cold energy will leak out."

"Although your water-attribute constitution is a bit trashy, it will barely suffice as a vessel to absorb the cold."

"Use your body to draw away the excess cold energy; do not let it harm the Green Lotus roots nearby."

"If you do this well, I shall reward you with a drop of diluted Cold Spring water."

Reward me with a drop? Even if it's diluted?

Bo Saixi jerked her head up, her eyes devoid of any of the reserve expected of a High Priestess.

She looked exactly like a beggar who had gone three days without food suddenly seeing a royal feast!

"Th-thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward!!"

"This servant will surely absorb the cold with her life! I will never let the cold energy harm the Green Lotus in the slightest!!"

Bo Saixi was trembling with excitement, and she bowed her head heavily toward Queen Medusa.

Just one drop!

She was certain that if she could obtain a single drop of that Ice Spirit Cold Spring, even if it were diluted ten thousand times, it would be enough to allow her cultivation, which had been stagnant for sixty years, to instantly break through the hundred-level barrier and become a god on the spot!

On the other side, in the Douluo Continent.

Spirit Hall, Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu had just awakened, and seeing this scene, he clutched his chest once more.

"Xixi..."

"You are the High Priestess of the Sea God."

"Are you actually kowtowing for a bottle of someone else's bathwater?"

"Is that bottle of water really that precious?"

On Sea God Island, this immense contrast left all the Sea Spirit Masters feeling a sense of suffocation.

"That bottle of water..."

Sea Dragon Douluo stared fixedly at the jade bottle in the light screen, his voice dry: "If it were brought to the Douluo Continent..."

"I fear that even if the entire Sea God Island were sold, we wouldn't be able to afford a single drop of it, would we?"

"This is the gap in heritage!"

Meanwhile, in the Battle Through the Heavens World.

The Snake-Person Tribe altar.

Queen Medusa ignored Bo Saixi's agitation and simply flicked the bottle stopper open.

Whoosh!

An instantly terrifying and indescribable mist of extreme cold surged out from the bottle's mouth!

The temperature of the entire cavern plummeted by a hundred degrees in a single heartbeat!

"Hiss!"

The four surrounding Dou Emperor elders couldn't help but shiver, hurriedly circulating their energy to resist.

As for Bo Saixi, who bore the brunt of the blast, even though she had braced herself, she was frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant!

Her eyebrows, her hair, and even the blood in her veins stopped flowing at that very moment.

So cold. Is this the power of ultimate ice?

Although her body was frozen stiff, her consciousness was clearer than it had ever been.

She frantically circulated the meager Soul Power within her, greedily absorbing the leaking cold air like a dry sponge dropped into the middle of the ocean!

"Absorb! Give it to me!"

"This is divine power! This is destiny!"

"What Great High Priest? What dignity? It's all bullsh*t!"

"As long as I absorb all this cold energy, I, Bo Saixi, will be a true god!"

And so, under the stunned gaze of the entire Douluo Continent, that once noble, elegant, and ethereal Bo Saixi now looked like a gluttonous, insatiable beast, sprawled at Queen Medusa's feet, desperately devouring the cold currents that were nothing but waste to the Snake-Person Tribe.

Her aura began to skyrocket!

Level ninety-nine, early stage, middle stage, peak late stage!

In just a few breaths, she touched that divine barrier that only the Sea God had ever reached!

At this, Queen Medusa looked down at Bo Saixi, who was on the verge of cracking from the frost yet still wore a look of fanatical devotion, and curled her lips into a mocking arc. "What a pathetic creature, having never seen the world."

"That's enough. Don't go dying on me."

"Save the rest for this Queen's evolution."

With that, Medusa casually kicked Bo Saixi aside and slowly poured the remaining Ice Spirit Cold Spring toward the center of the altar.

On the other side, in the Battle Through the Heavens Plane, within the Jia Ma Empire.

At the Alchemist Guild headquarters, in the Royal Medicine Garden.

This was a top-tier garden jointly managed by the Jia Ma Empire's royal family and the Alchemist Guild. While it couldn't compare to Danta's Ten Thousand Medicine Mountain Range, to the people of the Douluo Continent, it was a place where the spiritual energy was outrageously dense.

"Snap!"

Suddenly, a long whip shimmering with lightning lashed fiercely against Chrysanthemum Douluo's armor, which had once been magnificent but was now caked in mud.

"Ouch! Stop! Don't hit me! I'm doing it, I'm doing it!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a miserable shriek. Where was the prestige of a Title Douluo now?

Holding a rusty little shovel, he knelt on a ridge of soil emitting a strange medicinal fragrance, his face full of grievance and tears.

Behind him, an old man wearing alchemist robes with a fifth-grade alchemist badge on his chest stood with his hands behind his back, staring at him with a look of utter disappointment.

It was the President of the Jia Ma Empire Alchemist Guild, Fa Ma!

"I'm asking you, you new gardener, is something wrong with your brain?"

Fa Ma pointed at the lush, purple-mist-shrouded flowerbed in front of Chrysanthemum Douluo and scolded, "I told you to clear out these Purple Gold Weeds to make room for the Three-Veined Green Spirit Grass next to them. What are you dawdling for?"

"Crying over a weed? Are you sick in the head?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo was clutching a plant to his chest for dear life. The flower at its top bloomed like a full moon, its entire body a magnificent purple that looked exactly like his own martial soul, the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum!

"My Lord President! This isn't a weed!!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo wept, his orchid-fingered hands trembling as he pointed at the flower in his arms. "This is an upgraded version of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum! It is a neutral-attribute immortal treasure! Consuming it can forge an indestructible golden body, and its aura can open the two meridians of heaven and earth!"

"How can you treat it as a weed? This is a divine object! A divine object!"

"A divine object?"

Fa Ma paused, then, as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world, stepped forward and snatched the immortal herb from Chrysanthemum Douluo's arms.

He sniffed it casually, threw it on the ground with a look of disgust, and ground it under his heel. "This?"

"The medicinal power is impure, the spiritual energy is thin, and it's only slightly better looking than a common plant."

"In our Jia Ma Empire, this thing isn't even fit to be an ingredient for a first-grade pill. Growing in the soil, it only steals nutrients and hinders the growth of the Three-Veined Green Spirit Grass next to it."

"You call this a divine object?"

Fa Ma shook his head, looking at Chrysanthemum Douluo as if he were mentally deficient. "It seems your world is truly so poor you can't even afford a meal."

"Enough nonsense! Get back to work!"

Fa Ma tossed a massive grinding mortar at Chrysanthemum Douluo and coldly commanded, "Since you love these flowers so much, you can process them yourself."

"Pull out this patch of Purple Gold Weed, and those Blazing Weeds over there, every single one of them!"

"Then put them into the mortar, crush them, and let them ferment."

"As it happens, that Grade 5 spirit herb, the Dragon Blood Ganoderma, has been looking a bit malnourished lately and needs some fertilizer."

"The compost made from these weeds will barely suffice."

These words struck like a bolt of lightning, leaving Chrysanthemum Douluo completely stunned.

Pull them? Crush them? Turn them into fertilizer?!

He was to use the supreme immortal herbs he cherished more than his own life as fertilizer for other plants?!

"No! I won't do it! You can kill me, but I won't do it!!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo broke down, screaming as he tried to resist.

But Fa Ma merely let out a cold snort, and the soul power of a peak five-star Dou Emperor instantly bore down upon him!

"If you won't drink the toast, you'll be forced to drink the forfeit!"

"Here, my word is law!"

An invisible force seized control of Chrysanthemum Douluo's hands.

Under the horrified gaze of the entire Douluo Continent, Chrysanthemum Douluo was forced to reach out and tremble as he gripped the stem of what looked like a Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

"Snap!"

Then, he pulled it out by the roots!

He shoved it into the mortar.

He picked up the pestle.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Once, twice, three times—

Purple sap splattered everywhere, and the petals were reduced to pulp.

As Chrysanthemum Douluo mechanically pounded the medicine, he wailed in agony, "Wuwuwu, my martial soul, my immortal herbs—"

"I have failed you; I've turned you into manure."

"It's too cruel, this world is just too cruel!"