On the bank of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Ye Xiuxin carefully picked the immortal herb known as Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone.
She deftly avoided the thorns and jagged stones surrounding the immortal herb, her hands drifting like floating catkins as she plucked the precious plant. Once she had picked it, she handed it to Chen Xiaojun.
Chen Xiaojun accepted the immortal herb, his heart brimming with anticipation. He knew how important it was to him, so he prepared to consume it with great care.
First, he held the immortal herb beneath his nose and drew in a deep breath of its fragrance, seeking to engrave that scent upon his heart.
Then he closely examined every petal, stem, and leaf, sensing the vitality within them.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Chen Xiaojun sat cross-legged and nodded to them. Then he gently plucked a petal and placed it in his mouth, chewing it slowly.
The petal was as smooth and tender as jade, its flavor sweet and fresh with a trace of bitterness. He carefully savored its taste until he finally swallowed all of that bitterness.
Next, he picked up the remaining central portion of the flower and began sucking on it. Its flavor was richer, carrying a unique fragrance that seemed to let him feel the pulse of life itself.
He slowly absorbed its medicinal power, allowing his body to gradually adapt to that formidable force.
As he absorbed the medicinal power, Chen Xiaojun's lips turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Occasionally, a low growl like rumbling thunder rose from his throat.
His Thousand-Year Soul Ring flashed with dazzling brilliance at an astonishing speed, while his entire body trembled to a peculiar rhythm.
Everyone was tense, especially Ye Xiuxin and Xiao