Immortal Herbs

Ning Rongrong had only eaten four immortal herbs?

No, no, no. She had eaten over a dozen. As for exactly how many, even she could not remember.

The immortal herbs around the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well were far more than just those recorded in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record. There were many more strange and bizarre ones, ones without any written records, and even some that had begun to develop spiritual intelligence.

If these immortal herbs had appeared before Yang Wudi, he would have analyzed them in detail and considered them carefully.

He would have explored the relationship between their medicinal properties and the human body, performed extremely complex calculations, and only then would he have dared to consume a single immortal herb.

But Ning Rongrong was different. Whatever immortal herb she ate depended entirely on instinct.

Yes, entirely on instinct.

For immortal herbs that had records, she would still pick them according to the methods in the Encyclopedia of Immortal Herbs and consume them in a reasonable way.

As for those without records?

Who cared about that much? She just put her mouth to them and gnawed.

After all, Dean Ferland had once said, "If a Soul Master is afraid of this and afraid of that, how can they grow into a genius?"

Some had to be eaten together, some had to be eaten alone, and some had to be dipped in water first.

Ning Rongrong remembered that after she ate the last immortal herb, she immediately threw it back up.

"Eating immortal herbs until I'm stuffed."

No one would ever have imagined that such a fantastical thing could happen in reality.

The vomit was disgusting. Extremely disgusting.

"Get these eyesores out of here."

Ning Rongrong still needed to digest for a while inside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, so of course she would not allow the vomit to stink up the ground.

She took out a Porcelain Vial, circulated her soul power, and stuffed the vomit inside.

In reality, the medicinal properties a Soul Master could absorb were limited. The portion beyond the absorption limit was meaningless, and could even turn into impurities.

The part Ning Rongrong had thrown up happened to be what she did not need.

But did the medicinal properties she did not need really have no value? This was something formed from the fusion of over a dozen immortal herbs. Over a dozen. Fucking over a dozen! A single immortal herb was already enough to reverse one's inborn state and overturn fate.

With these medicinal properties, even if an ordinary person only touched a little of them, their life could be completely changed.

The body was an ecosystem, and every immortal herb was also an ecosystem.

Consuming them at the right time, in the right order, and in the right way would help a Soul Master absorb the medicinal properties within the immortal herbs at just the right degree, while neutralizing the conflicts within them.

Perhaps it was Ning Rongrong's innate spirituality, or perhaps it was the foundation in pharmacology she had worked hard to study for two months.

Or perhaps it was the lifespan her father, Ning Fengzhi, had sacrificed to Fortune.

The immortal herbs Ning Rongrong consumed had actually fused together just right.

The Aromatic Silk Beauty and Eight Petal Immortal Orchid were themselves system-type immortal herbs. They complemented each other, so eating them together created no conflict.

The Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew was an independent immortal herb that entered through the eye aperture and acted upon the spirit. It did not follow the conventional immortal herb system, so consuming it caused no conflict.

The Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone had the gentlest medicinal effect among all immortal herbs. Its method of consumption was also to suck on the stamen, circulate soul power, and open the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

Other immortal herbs went through the stomach, while the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone went through the lungs, circulating through the body with the flow of breath, so naturally there was no conflict.

The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum and Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower—these two immortal herbs had extremely strong medicinal properties and extremely strong exclusivity. Ning Rongrong had not consumed them.

As for the other immortal herbs that had no records, naturally there were reasons not yet understood that had harmonized the relevant medicinal properties.

The transformation the immortal herbs brought Ning Rongrong was extremely significant.

"Rank 40 soul power."

Ning Rongrong summoned her Martial Soul.

Zero layers, one layer, two layers. Eight layers.

"My Martial Soul transformed. There's one more layer. The Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

"Hell yeah!"

Ning Rongrong jumped up in excitement.

It was perfectly normal to only count eight layers on the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, wasn't it?

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spun and circled in the air, exuding a nine-colored haze, beautiful and magnificent.

Next was the breakthrough in her innate talent. If expressed using Innate Soul Power, Ning Rongrong at this moment was undoubtedly Innate Full Soul Power, but she was not merely Innate Full Soul Power.

Rank 10 innate was the upper limit of ordinary Martial Souls, not Ning Rongrong's upper limit.

With the help of the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone, all Eight Extraordinary Meridians had been opened.

When Tang San obtained immortal herbs, he had only opened a single meridian, and it had even been forcefully opened under Zhi Lin's Soul Power Suppression.

The Eight Petal Immortal Orchid was the easiest immortal herb to absorb, and also the immortal herb with the longest-lasting medicinal effect.

Its function was to cleanse the impurities within a Soul Master's body, steadily and persistently, its effects reaching further and further over time.

However happy Ning Rongrong was on this side, that was how miserable Ning Fengzhi was on the other.

Stealing an opportunity would draw the targeting of Fortune. Han Tao was locked in the Little Black Room.

Ning Fengzhi had been poisoned, and badly.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo circled the Poison Barrier several times and questioned everyone in the nearby towns.

Still, there was no news at all.

Everyone gave the same answer: they had not seen Ning Rongrong.

Did that mean Ning Rongrong had not come out from within the Poison Barrier?

"Who gave us the information about Sunset Forest?"

"Why did Chrysanthemum Douluo come here?"

"Why did the stable Poison Barrier suddenly change and spread?"

Yes, everything was far too coincidental.

When no one could foresee Fortune, this sort of coincidence would be seen as a conspiracy.

"There is a Traitor in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"Who is the Traitor?"

"Whoever has the lowest rank is the Traitor!"

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo rarely reached agreement, and so they went to find the sect leader.

In Ning Fengzhi's eyes was a sorrow he could barely hide.

With trembling hands, he took out that copy of Keep Emotions Hidden and clumsily imitated the techniques described within.

The terrifying poison had sunk deep into his organs, destroying his Vitality bit by bit. But compared to these external pains, how could they possibly be mentioned in the same breath as Ning Rongrong's death?

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was rich. Extremely rich.

Under certain circumstances, wealth could give a Soul Master crucial assistance.

For example, at this very moment.

He took three taels of Mind Calming Tea from the display cabinet, placed it in a cup, and poured in boiling water.

Under the rush of the water, the tea leaves swirled through the cup, drifting up and down.

A pure, rich fragrance spread through the entire Sect Leader's Residence.

Mind Calming Tea lived up to its extremely expensive price, and Ning Fengzhi's emotions gradually settled.

First, he carefully inhaled its scent, then poured it into his mouth in one gulp.

"An ox chewing peonies"—that was what he had once said to Han Tao, but right now, he could not care about such things.

Calm. Rational. Analyze. Think. "Ning Rongrong isn't dead."

At Ning Fengzhi's wrist, a Soul Tool was flickering.

This was what Ning Rongrong had asked Father for before heading to Shrek Academy, for the purpose of ensuring her own safety.

No message had come from the Soul Tool.

"Damn it. I panicked again."

Deep thinking in times of calm was nothing worth praising.

Being able to maintain reason at a critical moment, in the face of danger, was what truly seemed extraordinary.

Why had Ning Rongrong been able to enter the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well?

Wasn't it because of her old man? After Ning Rongrong entered the Poison Barrier, she had "just happened" to pick up a map.

The map was badly incomplete. It had only one path, leading straight to the "Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well."

Why had Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan, not discovered Ning Rongrong?

The meaning of the "standoff" had ostensibly been to fight over those two or three Immortal Herbs. In reality, it had been to cover Ning Rongrong.

A fleeting fluctuation of Soul Power would be mistaken by Chrysanthemum Douluo for Dugu Bo.

Because of the "standoff," if Yue Guan made a move, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo would erupt instantly.

So Ning Rongrong was safe.