The Territory Is Yours, the Treasure Is Yours, and You Have No Responsibility?

Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

After three cycles of day and night, the spring remained exactly as it had three days ago. The fire spring was still boiling and violent, while the ice spring continued to radiate bone-chilling cold.

Qianjun and Jiang Mo stood at the edge of the spring, their brows tightly furrowed. "It's been three days. How is the young mistress doing down there?"

When Qian Renxue had not emerged on the first day, the two of them had each gone underwater once. But only after descending did they truly realize how terrifying the ice and fire powers within the spring were!

Even with their Rank 95 soul power, they could only endure the assault of the ice and fire powers for about two hours. And the farther down they went, the more terrifying those powers became, shortening the time they could withstand them.

Yet during the time they had spent diving beneath the water, they had discovered nothing.

After entering the water, there was nothing in their vision besides red and blue. Under such circumstances, even determining their surroundings was difficult, let alone finding someone.

As three days passed, the ominous feeling in Qianjun and Jiang Mo's hearts grew increasingly heavy.

"If the young mistress still cannot emerge today, we can only notify the Grand Worshipper and have him come here."

As they spoke, both men could not help but sigh. The young mistress was the Grand Worshipper's only biological granddaughter in this world! His last direct descendant!

Especially after the young mistress had displayed her heaven-defying talent, the Grand Worshipper had regarded her as the next Angel God.

Based on Qianjun and Jiang Mo's understanding of Qian Daoliu, they believed that Qian Renxue had probably already become more important to him than his own life!

He could die! But Qian Renxue could not!

If he learned of Qian Renxue's condition, then...

Qianjun and Jiang Mo exchanged glances, bitter smiles appearing on their faces.

If the young mistress still did not come out, the heavens were likely to collapse.

Not Spirit Hall's heavens, but the heavens of the entire continent.

They truly could not imagine how terrifying the Grand Worshipper—who had cultivated his character and calmed his spirit for so many years—would become if something really happened to the young mistress.

"What exactly did you come here looking for?" Dugu Bo looked at Qianjun and asked with an ugly expression.

Ever since Qian Renxue had failed to emerge on the first day, his mood had only worsened.

He had not slept peacefully even once over the past three days.

What did it mean to sit at home only for disaster to fall from the sky?

This was exactly that!

He had merely been cultivating at home, consolidating his strength and suppressing the poison within his body. How had he ended up tangled in such a troublesome affair?

Whenever he thought of the way those two Rank 95 Title Douluo treated Qian Renxue, his heart felt incomparably stifled.

If anything really happened to that little ancestor, would he and his granddaughter not be torn alive by these two men before him?

"I don't know." Qianjun did not even glance at Dugu Bo. He had no mood to deal with this old poisoner now.

Although they had come here of their own accord this time, and the Ice-Fire Spring had also been entered by the young mistress of her own volition.

But did that mean Dugu Bo bore no responsibility at all?

This valley was his. The flowers and herbs that had flown into the young mistress's body were his. The Ice-Fire Spring the young mistress had jumped into was also his.

How could Dugu Bo possibly bear no responsibility at all?

It would be fine if the young mistress was safe and sound. But if something went wrong...

Dugu Bo would absolutely not escape blame!

After all, who told him all these things belonged to him?

However, they would not make a move when the time came. They would only hand him over to the Grand Worshipper.

Hopefully, the life of a Title Douluo could ease some of the Grand Worshipper's anger.

"I don't know! I don't know! I don't know!"

That answer again! That answer again! Dugu Bo clenched his teeth and stared fixedly at the two men. He wanted to attack, but when he thought of his granddaughter, Dugu Yan, he could only force down the violently surging soul power within him.

Dugu Bo forcibly suppressed the fury in his heart, and his restrained tone carried a trace of pleading.

"Can I send my granddaughter away? She is only a child who has not even awakened her martial soul."

Only then did Qianjun look at him. In an indifferent tone, he said:

"The young mistress has not come out yet. There is no need for you to think so much."

"What if she can't come out?"

"That situation will not happen."

"I said, what if!"

"I said, that situation will not happen! The young mistress will definitely come out!"

"How can anything in this world be so certain? It's been three days! You've guarded this place for three days! Aren't you uncertain as well?!"

Ignoring the pressure of Qianjun's soul power, Dugu Bo stared at him without moving an inch!

"Enough!"

Jiang Mo frowned and looked at Dugu Bo. "I can give you an answer. If the young mistress does not come out, we will not touch your granddaughter."

"A guarantee?"

"I swear in the names of Spirit Hall and the Angel God. That is the only guarantee I can give you!"

Jiang Mo looked calmly at Dugu Bo. "If you do not believe me, you may attack at any time."

Dugu Bo clenched his fists tightly, then slowly loosened them.

He knew he could not ask for more.

Two Rank 95 Title Douluo, facing a newly advanced Title Douluo like him, were willing to give such a guarantee.

That already said enough.

Hopefully.

Seeing Dugu Bo abandon the idea of attacking, Jiang Mo gently shook his head.

With no prior grudge between them, how could Spirit Hall possibly attack a child who had not even awakened her martial soul?

After all, they believed in the Angel God, not the Rakshasa God. If they truly did such a thing, it would be nearly as serious as personally desecrating their own faith.

At most, they would use Dugu Bo to atone for the offense.

Besides, Dugu Bo had no idea how terrifying the young mistress was. She was a peerless genius who had received the sacrificial offerings of three ten-thousand-year soul beasts the moment she awakened her martial soul.

No matter what, she could not possibly fall here.

She definitely would not.

Deep within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

"Three days. That should be about enough."

Lu Chen watched Qian Renxue, who was still asleep, and sensed the ice and fire aura around her body. He nodded slightly.

This level of ice and fire power should be enough to bear the remnant souls of the Icefire Dragon Kings. At the very least, it could last four or five years.

Four or five years later, he would have obtained everything he needed, and the souls of the two Dragon Kings would no longer be of much use.

Lu Chen extended a finger and gently touched Qian Renxue's brow, calling softly:

"Wake up."

"Mmm."

Her curled-up body stirred slightly. Qian Renxue, who had slept for three days, slowly opened her eyes. "Where is this?"

"You only slept for three days, and you've already forgotten what you were doing?"

A soft laugh sounded. Qian Renxue looked up, confusion first appearing in her eyes before it turned into delight. "Lord Heavenly Dao, is that you?"

"Why are you here? Where is this? Why are there only red and blue colors here? No, wait, I think I remember where I am!"

"Lord Heavenly Dao, am I still in that Ice-Fire Spring? Lord Heavenly Dao, you're here too!"

Seeing Qian Renxue chatter endlessly the moment she woke up, Lu Chen could not help feeling speechless.

She had only slept for three days. How had the little recluse turned into such a chatterbox? Had the ice and fire power gotten into her brain?

"Enough, be quiet! Let me explain."

Lu Chen forcibly shut Qian Renxue down. "We are indeed still within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, but three days have passed since you jumped in."