Not Even a Chance to Show What I Can Do—This Is Hard on Me!

"Young Master, this man knows Xian'er's secret. He must not be allowed to live!"

She Long's eyes turned icy, the tip of his spear trembling slightly as killing intent rose within him.

"That's right. Kill him and be done with it!" Ci Xue wore a vicious expression as well.

Qian Renxue raised her hand, golden light flickering across her palm as she stared coldly at Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo was so frightened that his legs went weak.

Disregarding the dignity of a Title Douluo, he hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't attack! Don't attack! This old man swears it!"

He raised three fingers, his face pale as he made his oath.

"This old man swears upon my Martial Soul! If I reveal even half a word of anything I saw or heard here today... may ten thousand poisons devour my heart and kill me! May the Dugu Clan be utterly wiped out without descendants!"

Hearing Dugu Bo's heartfelt and brutal oath, Qian Renxue's raised hand paused slightly.

She Long and Ci Xue also looked to Qian Renxue, awaiting their young master's decision.

The atmosphere in the valley froze, suffocatingly still.

Sweat dripped from Dugu Bo's forehead down his cheeks and onto the ground. He did not even dare breathe loudly, his heart lodged in his throat.

His life was now in this "young master's" hands.

The poisonous oath echoed through the valley, its lingering sound reverberating.

Dugu Bo knelt halfway to the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold rock, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.

She Xian crossed his arms, a meaningful curve playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Teacher, considering how fiercely Old Poison swore, why not give him a chance to atone for his crimes?"

Qian Renxue turned her head and glanced at She Xian.

The ice in her eyes melted in an instant, and she gave an almost imperceptible nod. "Since She Xian is pleading for him, he may keep his dog life."

She looked at Dugu Bo, her voice returning to its noble coldness. "But from this day onward, your life—and this Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well—belong entirely to us."

Dugu Bo felt as though he had been granted a pardon. "Yes!"

His eyes were filled with lingering terror and alarm.

The three terrifying killing intents hanging over his head withdrew.

Qian Renxue snorted coldly and drew her golden-glowing hand back into her sleeve. She Long and Ci Xue also put away their Martial Souls.

Qian Renxue turned around, her beautiful eyes falling upon the dazzlingly colorful herb garden.

Looking at the peerless immortal herbs scattered across the ground and feeling the two levels of Soul Power that had appeared within her body out of nowhere, her heartbeat quickened slightly.

This was no mere herb garden. It was clearly an endless treasure trove that could double Spirit Hall's strength!

"Teacher."

She Xian moved beside Qian Renxue, dusted off the hem of his clothes, and said with a grin, getting straight to the point, "This Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, along with every immortal herb inside it—I'll pick them all and give them to you!"

Qian Renxue's delicate body trembled slightly at those words.

She stared fixedly at the smiling young man before her.

Since childhood, most people had only feared her status when facing her.

Even Bibi Dong, her biological mother, had given her nothing but coldness and disgust.

Who had ever offered her such a heaven-defying blessed land with both hands without even blinking?

It felt as though the softest corner of Qian Renxue's heart had been gently struck. An indescribable warmth quietly flowed through her.

"You foolish boy..."

Qian Renxue's originally frosty, aloof face softened at once.

Her slender hand could not help flicking She Xian's forehead, while an incomparably stunning smile curved her lips.

"It is already an enormous stroke of fortune that your teacher can use one immortal herb to break through my bottleneck. How could I be so greedily insatiable?"

Qian Renxue shook her head, her tone utterly firm. "You discovered this Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well through your own ability. It is yours. No one can take it from you—not even your teacher."

"Teacher..."

She Xian rubbed his forehead. Seeing the sincerity and protectiveness in Qian Renxue's golden eyes, warmth stirred in his heart as well.

Though his proud and reserved teacher was deeply calculating, she truly treated him with complete devotion!

"Alright, I'll listen to Teacher!"

She Xian did not put on airs. Grinning broadly, he said, "But leaving some of the mature precious herbs here would be a waste, so I'll collect a batch first."

"Hubby~"

In his sea of consciousness, Little White's soft, sweet voice quietly sounded. "I'll guide you to the mature immortal herbs."

"Got it!"

She Xian rolled up his sleeves and swaggered into the herb garden.

Seeing this, Dugu Bo's eyes shifted slightly, and his thoughts immediately began to race.

He had made a mistake and sworn an oath upon his Martial Soul.

For now, his life had been spared.

But the deadly poison in his and Yanyan's bodies had not yet been cured!

If he wanted to cure Yanyan's poison, he had to desperately curry favor with this mysterious young master, who could decide his life and death with a single word.

He saw She Xian reach out to pluck an immortal herb that emitted a faint golden glow.

Dugu Bo hurriedly jogged forward and reminded him with a fawning expression, "Young Master! Wait! Wait!"

Dugu Bo slapped his thigh, putting on the air of a seasoned expert.

"These medicinal herbs are extremely difficult to preserve. Once they leave the soil, their spiritual essence will rapidly dissipate."

"Ordinary storage Soul Tools cannot contain them at all. You must use specially made jade containers, or..."

At this point, Dugu Bo skillfully pulled a leather pouch with a warm, lustrous sheen from his robes and eagerly handed it over.

"Or something like this Wishful Hundred-Treasure Bag of mine!"

"This is a special storage Soul Tool capable of holding living plants. Only an item like this can preserve the medicinal properties of immortal herbs."

"If Young Master does not mind, this old man will give this treasure to you."

Though Dugu Bo spoke generously, he was secretly quite pleased with himself.

Brat, now you know this old man's value, don't you?

Once you take my precious Hundred-Treasure Bag, you'll have to teach this old man how to detoxify himself later, won't you?

However.

She Xian did not even glance at the Hundred-Treasure Bag.

He merely shot Dugu Bo a sidelong glance and casually tossed out three words. "No need for it."

"?"

Dugu Bo's outstretched hand froze in midair, and the smile on his face instantly stiffened.

"No... no need for it?" Dugu Bo was dumbfounded.

Before he could react,

She Xian flicked his wrist slightly.

A ring on his finger, ancient in design and engraved with dark coiling dragon patterns, released a faint ripple of spatial energy.

"A crude leather bag made by mere humans, and he dares show off before me?"

Medusa Queen's proud, icy voice rang disdainfully in She Xian's sea of consciousness.

"Within my storage ring, time cannot erode anything. No medicinal property will be lost."

She Xian swept out his hand.

Aromatic Silk Beauty!

Narcissus Jade Muscle and Bone!

Every immortal herb Little White named was swept into his storage ring.

His movements flowed like water, taking only a few breaths from start to finish.

Several bare pits were dug directly into the herb garden that had once shone with treasure light.

Holding his Wishful Hundred-Treasure Bag, Dugu Bo stood there blankly like a stone statue.

When the wind blew, he looked incomparably desolate.

He had intended to use the chance to offer a treasure to curry favor with She Xian.

Yet the storage treasure She Xian had taken out was superior to his Hundred-Treasure Bag by who knew how many levels.

What was this supposed to be?

He was not even given a chance to show what he could do.

How was he supposed to ask this young master to detoxify his granddaughter?

Dugu Bo wore a miserable expression, feeling that all the blows he had suffered in his life combined did not amount to what he had endured in the past hour.