Dishonorable but Effective Methods

After Zhao Linchuan finished telling the story, Xiao Wu did not hesitate in the slightest. She forced out a mouthful of blood and spat it onto the Lovesick Heartbreak Red.

"Click—"

With a soft sound, the Lovesick Heartbreak Red fell from its stalk.

Xiao Wu stretched out both hands and carefully caught it.

"...Brother, look." She cradled the Lovesick Heartbreak Red in both hands, unable to hide the faint pride in her voice. "I picked it."

"Xiao Wu..."

Zhao Linchuan's heart softened, as though some warm liquid had melted within his chest and spread through his limbs.

He reached out and gently stroked her hair, his tone carrying a hint of persuasion.

"This Lovesick Heartbreak Red can not only improve your overall strength in every aspect and enhance your cultivation aptitude, but also conceal the Soul Beast aura on your body."

"That way, you won't have to worry about being discovered by powerful humans in the future, and you'll be able to enter the realm of a Title Douluo sooner."

"When that time comes, Brother will go home with you and let you give me a whole litter of little rabbits."

"Really?" Zhao Linchuan's coaxing left Xiao Wu dazed. She lowered her head to look at the Lovesick Heartbreak Red in her palm and said impatiently, "Then I'll eat it right now!"

"Of course it's true. When has Brother ever lied to you?"

As he spoke, Zhao Linchuan relaxed a little.

He had genuinely been worried that Xiao Wu's stubborn streak would suddenly flare up.

This little girl looked soft and sweet, but she was more stubborn than anyone deep down.

He still remembered the first time they had a "world war" in the bedroom.

Back then, Xiao Wu knew nothing and understood nothing, yet in order to make him "happy," she threw caution to the wind and tormented herself mercilessly.

Even after her tongue had been rubbed raw, she stubbornly refused to "let go," enduring until the very end.

Fortunately, Zhao Linchuan had not let her down. He gave her all the "power of faith" he had accumulated over so many years in one go.

It moved Xiao Wu so much that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Xiao Wu."

Zhao Linchuan composed himself, looked around at this valley that had been nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for countless years, and solemnly instructed her:

"This is the best mimicry cultivation ground. Absorb it here."

"Once you're done absorbing it, condense your fourth Soul Ring right where you are."

"Brother has other things to do. Don't worry about me, understand?"

"Mm-hmm..." Xiao Wu nodded in response.

She sat down cross-legged on the spot and raised the Lovesick Heartbreak Red before her eyes. She stared deeply at it for a moment before plucking off the first petal and gently placing it in her mouth.

The petal melted between her lips and teeth. A sweet, gentle breath instantly spread from the tip of her tongue to her throat before sinking into her dantian, like a pool of warm spring water slowly flowing through her body.

She closed her eyes and began circulating her Soul Power, secretly muttering to herself, The sooner I become a Title Douluo, the sooner I can give Brother a big, chubby son. Just thinking about it makes me happy, hehe...

About a quarter of an hour later.

The aura around Xiao Wu had become extremely stable.

Zhao Linchuan nodded to himself at the sight. He turned and quietly walked away, arriving before the Blood Swan Kiss.

Zhao Linchuan crouched down, staring at it with burning eyes as he calculated inwardly.

This Immortal Herb possessed an exceptionally terrifying special ability: it could instantly amplify any poison it came into contact with by hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times!

A single drop of ordinary snake venom, after being amplified by it, would be enough to poison a huge mammoth to death!

A single grain of arsenic, after being catalyzed by it, could wipe out everyone in an entire city overnight!

And his Heaven and Earth Loss of Color domain possessed the ability to strip his enemies of their five senses.

Amid that chaos of lost senses, an enemy would not even know they had been poisoned.

In other words, under the effects of Heaven and Earth Loss of Color, he could use poison and the Blood Swan Kiss to deal with people whose Soul Power Level far surpassed his own.

So what if they were Title Douluos?

So what if they were level ninety-five?

As long as they were flesh and blood, as long as they breathed, they would definitely be poisoned.

And once poisoned, with the Blood Swan Kiss amplifying it, there would only be death waiting for them.

The method might not be particularly honorable, but the results were undeniably real.

After all, once someone was dead, they had nothing left.

What righteousness? What honor? Those were things only the living had the right to discuss.

But if you were still alive and used a scheme to kill a Soul Master whose Soul Power Level far exceeded yours, it meant you would step on his corpse to build your reputation.

"That's settled, then!"

Zhao Linchuan circulated Soul Power through his right hand. A soft azure light enveloped his palm as he carefully reached toward the Blood Swan Kiss.

The Immortal Herb was harvested intact.

Zhao Linchuan placed the Immortal Herb into a jade box and sealed the lid, a cryptic wicked smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Hehe..."

He planned to make good use of this Immortal Herb later by mixing some Wild Donkey Is Not As Good As Me powder into poison, speeding up his enemies' blood flow and causing the poison to take effect faster.

As for whether enemies who inhaled powder containing Wild Donkey Is Not As Good As Me would directly "explode"...

That was none of his business.

After all, anyone who forced him to use such methods was surely an enemy with whom there could be no reconciliation until death.

Show mercy to an enemy?

Wouldn't that be cruelty toward himself?

Right, increase the dosage!

After placing the jade box into the Wish-Fulfilling Treasure Pouch, Zhao Linchuan clapped his hands and turned toward the spring.

The waters of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well continued to bubble with heat. Milky white and vermilion red were distinctly divided, their boundary as clear as though it had been cut with a blade.

Zhao Linchuan first tilted back his head and drank the Dew of Autumn Water Gazing at the River, then shifted his gaze to the two Immortal Herbs by the spring.

One was ice, the other fire; one south, the other north. They complemented and restrained each other, natural enemies to one another.

Ice fell upon meeting gold, while fire faded upon meeting jade.

His movements were swift and precise, without the slightest hesitation or pause.

Cold and heat, yin and yang—two extreme forces collided, intertwined, and merged in his palm, gradually forming a subtle balance.

When those two forces reached a perfect point of equilibrium, Zhao Linchuan swallowed them in one gulp without hesitation.

The instant ice and fire entered his throat, he felt as though his body were about to be torn apart!

One half was ice, the other half fire.

Ice spread upward through the left side of his body, freezing his left arm, left shoulder, and left chest into solid ice!

Fire burned downward through the right side of his body, scorching his right arm, right shoulder, and right chest like red-hot iron!

His consciousness swayed wildly amid this dual torment of ice and fire, like a lone boat in a raging storm that could capsize at any moment.

Zhao Linchuan did not dare hesitate in the slightest. He leaped forward with all his strength and, with a splash, plunged into the icy-hot spring water, sending great sheets of water flying!