Hearing this, Jiang Yu immediately pretended to be startled.
He had been acting since childhood, and his skill at deception had now reached the pinnacle of perfection. There was nothing remotely unnatural about his performance.
But his gaze had already locked onto a large, pale pink flower.
The flower had no leaves at all, and its stem was nearly ten feet long. Its enormous blossom had petals as clear and translucent as crystal. The pale pink flower swayed gently in the mist, looking very much like a powdered beauty fluttering the hem of her dress through the haze and cooing, "Come have some fun, sir."
A hundred-thousand-year immortal herb, the aromatic silk beauty.
As a neutral immortal herb, the Netherworld Silk Beauty could counter all poisons. In its vicinity, every toxin was rendered nonexistent, and even the plant-type soul beasts growing nearby were almost all neutral in nature.
The rule of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was that intruders who completed its trial could take seven immortal herbs without any conditions.
But rules were rules; what actually happened was another matter entirely.
Setting aside the poisonous formation around the perimeter, which plainly existed to keep people out, none of the hundred-thousand-year immortal herbs here were easy to deal with, apart from Youyou, who was not especially bright.
Every last one took accepting a thief as their father and forgetting their roots to the extreme, and they had always harbored ill will toward human intruders.
Of course, the latter was understandable.
If I were human, I'd want to enter the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and plunder its opportunities too. If I were an immortal herb, I'd also hate humans who disturbed my peaceful life and treated me as an opportunity.
Ultimately, it was a matter of where