The Loli's Wrath, Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well

Han Yu gazed curiously at the green miasma before him, gauging the limits of his own physical durability.

He remained indifferent to the one-sided slaughter unfolding in the distance.

They were merely two passersby, and Han Yu had no desire to interfere with the fates of others, nor did he wish to play the saint by intervening every time he encountered a stranger.

In contrast, Ning Rongrong, standing beside him, pressed her hands to her chest, her eyes filled with unbearable pity as she watched the two men fighting to the death. Having been pampered since childhood, she had never witnessed such a scene, nor could she fathom why they would throw their lives away for a single thousand-year soul bone.

The next instant.

Han Yu whipped his head around, shielding Ning Rongrong behind him as a faint golden light flickered in the corners of his eyes, fixed on an object flying toward them from afar.

When he made out the silhouette of the object, he smiled, speechless.

The soul master, realizing his imminent death, had actually thrown the soul bone he had just obtained toward Han Yu.

Unfortunately, his actions only further enraged the squad leader, who viciously snapped the man's neck and tossed his body aside like trash, near the soul master named Xiao Wu.

"Kid, leave the soul bone and that girl behind, then get lost."

Having easily dispatched a Great Soul Master, the man was brimming with confidence, viewing Han Yu and his companion as nothing more than prey.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her. Though her chest is a bit small, her looks are top-tier—a unique flavor, hahahaha." The squad leader paused, his gaze turning predatory as he stared at Ning Rongrong hiding behind Han Yu. His imagination ran wild, and he swallowed repeatedly.

Han Yu curled his lip, tossed the soul bone casually at his feet, and was just about to summon his Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword when he noticed something off about Ning Rongrong. Her small hands were clenched tight, her body was trembling slightly, and she was staring at the ground, muttering something to herself.

"What did you say?" Ning Rongrong's voice was deathly low as she slowly raised her head.

She glared at the squad leader, teeth gritted, her delicate brows arched, her knuckles white with tension, and her chest heaving.

"Han Yu, kill him!"

"First, Power. Second, Speed."

Ning Rongrong spoke with rapid-fire intensity, her eyes fixed on Han Yu with a dangerous glint. The moment her Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul manifested, two soul skills flew forth.

The dual amplification of power and speed descended upon Han Yu simultaneously.

Han Yu swallowed hard, meeting Ning Rongrong's eyes and desperately forcing himself not to look down, before nodding firmly.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!? You're from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!" The squad leader's eyes widened, his voice filled with terror as his legs went weak.

This flat-chested girl actually had the backing of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and to possess two soul rings at such a young age meant her status within the sect was undoubtedly noble.

The mere thought of the guards likely following in the shadows made his knees knock together. He didn't even have the courage to run; the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was notoriously protective of their own. Every Ning disciple traveled with high-level soul masters guarding them from the dark, and there had never been a single recorded death.

"I'm sorry! Please, my lords, spare me! I was blinded by greed just now, I beg you, let me go! I don't want the soul bone anymore!" The squad leader knelt on the ground, slapping his own face repeatedly, his voice thick with sobs.

Whoosh—

A streak of golden lightning flashed.

The Soul Venerable's limbs were severed, and he collapsed to the ground, letting out a wail of agony.

Han Yu stood before him, looking down with a pitying gaze, his lips pursed as he shook his head slightly.

People were always so greedy; they won once by luck and thought they could gamble again, and after a few wins, they lost all self-awareness, mistakenly believing it was their own strength that allowed them to keep winning.

Furthermore, it wasn't Han Yu who held killing intent toward him now, but Ning Rongrong, who was walking slowly toward them.

Ning Rongrong stared fixedly at the squad leader on the ground, her face cold, and asked softly with a dangerous smile, "Is my chest very small?"

The man wept, forcing a fawning expression through his excruciating pain as he hurriedly replied, "Not small! Not small! My lady's figure is..."

His voice cut off abruptly as a sharp sword pierced his lower body. Overwhelmed by unbearable agony, he thrashed wildly on the spot.

Han Yu felt a chill run down his own spine; he retreated behind Ning Rongrong and looked elsewhere.

Half an hour later.

The Soul Venerable had finally departed this world as he had wished.

The atmosphere turned somewhat delicate.

Han Yu pretended to be very busy, standing before the poisonous miasma and observing it intently.

"Han Yu." Ning Rongrong's voice rang out unexpectedly.

Han Yu's body jolted; he turned his head stiffly and squeezed out a smile.

"What do you think of my figure?"

Ning Rongrong stared straight into Han Yu's eyes.

Her tone and expression were exactly the same as when she had questioned the Soul Venerable moments ago.

Han Yu's palms began to sweat, his body tensed, and he lied through his teeth, "Haha, Rongrong's figure is great! I like Rongrong just the way she is."

The surrounding chill seemed to rise a few degrees.

Just as Ning Rongrong was about to speak again.

The miasma to the side expanded outward, and the soul beast's carcass instantly dissolved into a pool of putrid liquid.

"Watch out!" Han Yu's voice was sharp, his eyes glowing with gold as he lunged toward Ning Rongrong.

The two tumbled to the ground as a black hole appeared out of thin air, swallowing Han Yu and Ning Rongrong whole.

Gu Rong grabbed the shoulders of the two men and appeared several dozen meters away, frowning as he scrutinized the strange miasma.

Since when did the Sunset Forest have such potent toxic miasma? This area shouldn't have such powerful soul beasts; the Medusa soul beast that ran rampant here years ago should have been killed long ago.

"It's a soul master. There is a Titled Douluo inside." Chen Xin brought Ning Fengzhi down from the trees and said slowly.

"Oh? This Titled Douluo resides here; could it be that they are unaffiliated with any sect?" Ning Fengzhi's tone carried a hint of delight, his eyes brightening slightly.

If he could recruit this person into the sect, the strength of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would reach an even higher level.

"Hmph, hiding their head and showing their tail—they can't be anything good," Gu Rong said disdainfully.

"Let's find a way to meet them first. Uncle Sword, I'll have to trouble you." Ning Fengzhi smiled, completely unbothered by Gu Rong's words.

Chen Xin nodded, his gaze sharp. He turned his finger into a sword and tapped lightly at the miasma.

The toxic miasma seemed to be cleaved apart, a gap several meters wide appearing in the middle. Sharp sword qi remained on the ground, continuously sweeping away the surrounding miasma to form a path leading inside.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong walked one in front and one behind, shielding Han Yu and the others in the middle as they slowly entered the toxic miasma.

The sky-filling green miasma gradually weakened, revealing the scene inside.

A red and blue pool of water sat in the very center.

Heat and icy cold rushed toward them; Han Yu felt his left cheek go numb from the cold while his right cheek felt hot, his body simultaneously sweating and shivering.

What truly kept them from looking away, however, was the medicinal herbs spreading out in circles along the pool. They were rich with fragrance and each emitted a precious glow, reflecting the entire valley like a fairyland.

Gu Rong stood frozen in place, his knuckles trembling and his mouth wide open, his eyes filled with shock.

Although he did not recognize this treasure land known as the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the medicinal herbs covering the ground and emitting such fragrance were unbelievable to him; almost all of them were rare herbs he had never seen before.