Douluo Must-Eat List: Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well

Sunset Forest!

After leaving Heaven Dou City, Qiangu Aoshi arrived here with Zhu Zhuqing.

This was also a soul beast forest. Though it could not compare to the Star Dou Great Forest, it still had abundant thousand-year and ten-thousand-year soul beasts.

More importantly, one of the three great treasure basins, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, lay within this forest.

It ranked near the top of Douluo's must-eat list. Having come to Douluo Continent, he simply had to taste it.

Holding Zhu Zhuqing in his arms, Qiangu Aoshi used the flying ability of the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone to soar through the air, his gaze sweeping the surroundings as he searched for the valley where the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well might be.

He suddenly looked down and noticed that Zhu Zhuqing had become somewhat quiet. Smiling, he rubbed her head with his free hand and teased,

"What's wrong? Jealous?"

Zhu Zhuqing was indeed jealous. Qian Renxue was prettier than her, more talented than her, stronger than her, and older than her as well.

Other than that one flaw, she was practically flawless in every other regard, placing enormous pressure on Zhu Zhuqing.

"I'm not jealous. What right do I have to be jealous?"

Zhu Zhuqing puffed out her cheeks, revealing a rare girlish side.

Qiangu Aoshi laughed heartily.

"Zhuqing, I can't give you any more promises. All I can guarantee is that if you follow me, I will never abandon you."

Zhu Zhuqing muttered, "Men's mouths are lying ghosts." As the young lady of the Star Luo Zhu Clan, she was not some naïve girl who had never seen the world. She was not so easily fooled.

Then she made up her mind. Her small hands reached for Qiangu Aoshi's belt, her movements exceptionally nimble and practiced.

"Master, let me bear you a child. We can use a child to deepen the bond between master and servant."

Qiangu Aoshi hurriedly gripped his belt.

"No, no, Zhuqing, this isn't appropriate. We're in Sunset Forest, and we're both flying in the sky..."

After some trouble, Qiangu Aoshi finally found the valley containing the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Outside the valley drifted a layer of emerald-green poisonous miasma, the poison formation set up by Dugu Bo.

Even a ten-thousand-year soul beast, once it entered the poisonous miasma, would bleed from all seven orifices and die before long.

Qiangu Aoshi activated his Purple Demon Eye. Purple light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly saw through the flaw in the poisonous miasma.

The poisonous miasma formed a ring. No matter which direction one took up the mountain, one would have to face the emerald-green poison fog.

Only directly above the valley could one descend from the sky and avoid the emerald-green poisonous miasma.

Generally speaking, soul masters and soul beasts with flying abilities were rare. Yet Qiangu Aoshi happened to be one of them.

Holding Zhu Zhuqing, he descended from the sky and landed directly within the valley.

A lake came into view. It was divided into two colors, one half white and the other half red. The white half radiated a chilling aura, while steam rose from the red half.

The two differently colored waters were clearly separated, yet they coexisted in perfect harmony within the same lake.

It was truly nature's miraculous craftsmanship!

All around the lake grew lush, verdant plants. Each plant had a different shape and exuded a distinctive medicinal fragrance.

A light breath of it invigorated the spirit.

But in the next instant, a sharp whistle tore through the air. A gray figure followed close behind, carrying a foul wind as it lunged straight at him.

Qiangu Aoshi's eyelid twitched. The Coiling Dragon Staff instantly appeared in his hand, and he used a hidden-weapon-style technique from the Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons to throw the Coiling Dragon Staff as if it were a concealed weapon.

With a loud bang, the sheer weight of the Coiling Dragon Staff sent the gray figure flying back more than ten meters.

Qiangu Aoshi finally saw the gray figure clearly.

It was a gaunt old man with dark green hair and eyes, hollow cheeks, and a gray robe. He was like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, ready to strike and bite the instant one let down one's guard.

At that moment, the old man's pupils constricted as he saw the seven soul rings rising beneath Qiangu Aoshi's feet, especially the hundred-thousand-year red soul ring. He was utterly shaken.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Why have you trespassed into this old man's place of seclusion?"

Qiangu Aoshi landed on the ground, set Zhu Zhuqing down, and patted her, telling her to hide in a corner first.

Only then did he look at the gray-robed old man. Although he had the strength to suppress him, he still could not resist reciting the password for harvesting immortal herbs.

"Old man, judging by the state you're in, the poison has already seeped deep into your bones."

"Whenever it is cloudy or rainy, do your ribs suffer intense soreness, itching, numbness, and swelling? And does each episode last more than two hours?"

"And in the dead of night, do your scalp and the soles of your feet suffer needle-like pain, accompanied by full-body spasms, each episode lasting more than an hour?"

The moment he said this, the old man wore an expression as though he had seen a ghost.

He instantly completed his martial soul possession, and nine soul rings rose beneath his feet: two yellow, two purple, and five black.

His expression twisted as he asked warily,

"Brat, who exactly are you? Why do you know about this old man's condition?"

His poised stance made it seem as though, if Qiangu Aoshi did not give him a satisfactory answer, he would immediately strike and suppress him.

Qiangu Aoshi said unhurriedly,

"I can cure your poison."

Then Qiangu Aoshi witnessed what it meant for someone to change faces faster than an opera performer.

The gray-robed old man immediately withdrew his martial soul. An ugly smile spread across his gaunt face, and none of his former aggression remained.

"Divine physician, if you can detoxify this old man, I'll sell you my life if that's what it takes."

Watching the gray-robed old man go from arrogant to deferential,

Qiangu Aoshi chuckled.

"Then let's formally introduce ourselves. My name is Qiangu Aoshi, the Holy Son of Spirit Hall and a descendant of the sixth and seventh offerings of the Consecration Hall."

"You are Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, correct? It is not impossible for me to cure your poison, but what can you offer?"

Dugu Bo sucked in a cold breath, shock flashing through his eyes. He had merely not gone out for some time, yet Spirit Hall had somehow gained a Holy Son.

And this Holy Son's background was truly formidable!

Dugu Bo was also an old hand in the soul master world. He knew the identities of the sixth and seventh offerings of the Consecration Hall: the Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Subduing Douluo, who had once roamed unhindered across Douluo Continent.

Either one of them could easily crush him, the weakest Titled Douluo.

This young boy had a profound background, was already a Soul Sage at such a young age, and even possessed a hundred-thousand-year red soul ring. He could not be provoked—absolutely could not be provoked.

Dugu Bo immediately adjusted his attitude and cupped his hands respectfully in greeting.

"So you are the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. I am indeed Poison Douluo Dugu Bo."

"What can I offer... This old man possesses only his poison arts. If Your Holiness can save me, then I... I..."

Although Dugu Bo had always been solitary and free-spirited, unwilling to be bound by anyone, freedom amounted to nothing when compared with his own life.

At last, he made up his mind.

"I am willing to enter Your Holiness's service and work like a dog or horse in repayment for Your Holiness's life-saving grace."

Qiangu Aoshi nodded in satisfaction. Dugu Bo was not stupid.

Had Dugu Bo hesitated in the slightest, he would have killed Dugu Bo today and left no future trouble behind.

But since Dugu Bo was so sensible, he did not mind taking him in as a subordinate.