Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb, Yang Wudi's Obsession

"You brat, how did you know about the Po Clan?! What is your relationship with the Clear Sky Sect?!"

Yang Wudi practically roared those words.

He had publicly presented the Po Clan as the Yang Family precisely because he did not want to remember that painful past.

Only during gatherings of the four clans did the name Po Clan resurface.

Of course, Yang Wudi was not particularly shocked. He was more enraged than anything.

The Po Clan's affairs were not some great secret, merely a past Yang Wudi was unwilling to recall.

And he had assumed that Bing Yekong, who had spoken the Po Clan's name the moment he arrived, was someone from the Clear Sky Sect.

Bearing Yang Wudi's pressure, Bing Yekong spoke with difficulty. "Senior Yang, you've misunderstood. I'm not from the Clear Sky Sect. I'm a disciple of the Shui Family from Tianshui City!"

Bing Yekong took out Shui Qingrou's token and handed it to Yang Wudi.

Yang Wudi accepted the token.

He had not heard much about the Shui Family, but the token did not look fake.

"Since you are not from the Clear Sky Sect, why do you know of my Po Clan?"

Bing Yekong did not answer. Instead, he laboriously activated his soul tool.

Under Yang Wudi's puzzled gaze, a pink light appeared in Bing Yekong's hand.

Then, he took out the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb.

The instant Yang Wudi saw the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb, his pupils abruptly contracted.

"Th-this... is this the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb?!"

His voice was so loud that it seemed as though he were shouting his heart out.

Even the pressure he had released was instinctively withdrawn, as if he feared injuring the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb.

"Kid—no, little brother, is that truly the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb in your hand?"

Holding the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb, Bing Yekong calmly straightened up. "Senior Yang, you should be more familiar with this than I am."

He gently swayed the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb in his hand, and Yang Wudi's gaze followed the movement of his hand.

Yang Wudi hurriedly nodded. "Of course I recognize it. But how did you find this?"

Yang Wudi had spent half his life searching for the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb without even catching a glimpse of it. He had only engraved the detailed descriptions from the records deep into his mind, longing to see a real Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb within his lifetime.

And now, it was right before his eyes. How could he possibly remain calm?

"You needn't concern yourself with how I found it. Can we properly discuss what I said earlier now?"

Yang Wudi hastily nodded and sat down with Bing Yekong again.

His gaze remained fixed on the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb, unwilling to leave it for even a moment.

The obsession and fervor in his eyes were completely undisguised.

As a true alchemy fanatic, how could Yang Wudi refuse such a priceless treasure, one that could reduce the risks of refining poison to nearly nothing?

"Little brother, name any condition you wish. This old man only wants the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb in your hand."

Bing Yekong nodded. This attitude was exactly what he wanted.

"First, I want to examine the Po Clan's detailed records on immortal herbs and all types of high-grade medicinal herbs."

Bing Yekong said.

"This..."

Yang Wudi hesitated somewhat.

After all, this could be considered an inherited secret manual of the Po Clan.

Seeing his indecision, Bing Yekong shook the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb in his hand once more.

Looking at the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb so close at hand, Yang Wudi gritted his teeth. In the end, he nodded and agreed. "Fine. This old man will lend it to you, but you must promise that it will not be leaked to others!"

"Senior Yang can rest assured. I am not so blindly generous."

Yang Wudi hesitated no longer. He took a yellowed booklet from his soul tool and handed it to Bing Yekong.

Bing Yekong accepted the booklet and began reading through it.

His powerful spiritual power imprinted every word within it into his mind.

It contained not only detailed information on various high-grade medicinal herbs available on the market, but also detailed information and illustrations of all sorts of immortal herbs.

Bing Yekong remembered seeing many of the immortal herbs recorded within at the Icefire Yin-Yang Well.

The booklet included records of numerous immortal herbs, including the Eight-Horned Mysterious Ice Grass, Fiery Apricot Delicate Herb, Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone, and many more.

At the end of the booklet were also the alchemy experiences passed down through the Po Clan over the years.

For Bing Yekong, who had studied pharmacology, this was undoubtedly the most precious treasure trove of knowledge.

He spent an hour fully imprinting the booklet's contents into his mind before returning it to Yang Wudi.

"Are there any other conditions?"

Yang Wudi asked anxiously.

His gaze had not moved away from the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb for even a moment.

After obtaining the information on the immortal herbs, Bing Yekong had only one objective left.

"Senior Yang, as I said before, I need the Po Clan to join the force I belong to. But you may rest assured, I will not make the Po Clan into a low-status subordinate clan like it was under the Clear Sky Sect."

Bing Yekong looked at Yang Wudi and spoke earnestly, one word at a time.

"This junior is willing to sincerely regard the Po Clan as friends. If Senior Yang is willing to join us, the Po Clan's disciples will hold the same status as the direct descendants of my family."

Yang Wudi fell silent.

Bing Yekong's words gave him a different feeling.

It was a feeling called respect.

It was something he had never received from the Clear Sky Sect.

Those people with the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul relied on their status as the world's number one sect and ordinarily looked down on subordinate clans like theirs.

They used them when they were useful, cast them aside when they were not, and abandoned them whenever trouble came.

That was also why Yang Wudi harbored such deep hatred for the Clear Sky Sect.

But now, Bing Yekong had given him respect. He was willing to respect him, to respect every disciple of the Po Clan. That was what moved Yang Wudi.

Besides.

Yang Wudi's gaze fell upon the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb.

Not only was the other party willing to take in him and his clansmen, he was also willing to offer such an immortal treasure.

Yang Wudi could no longer think of any reason to refuse.

Looking at Bing Yekong's sincere and steadfast eyes, Yang Wudi realized that he could not summon even the slightest suspicion.

"You... can truly represent the force behind you?"

Yang Wudi asked.

Bing Yekong nodded.

His current standing in the Shui Family was even faintly higher than Shui Bing'er's.

Together with his relationship with Shui Yue'er and Shui Bing'er, Bing Yekong was practically the perfect junior in the eyes of the Shui Family.

Before Yang Wudi, Bing Yekong released his martial soul.

The Heavenly Frost Sword appeared in his hand, followed by one yellow and two purple Soul Rings.

Seeing such a heaven-defying Soul Ring configuration, Yang Wudi felt as though his entire understanding of the world was being overturned.

"Senior Yang, I believe my talent is enough to explain everything."

Yang Wudi could clearly sense that this young man, who did not appear very old, already possessed thirty-eighth-rank soul power.

Even Tang Hao of those days could not compare to such talent.