Immortal Herbs!

A stifled cry of astonishment escaped his throat, his eyes bulging so wide they almost popped from their sockets.

He even forgot the rhythm of his breathing, his cheeks flushing crimson, his eyes showing signs of rolling back.

"Ah! It really is!"

His voice trembled with incredulous joy.

"It really is aromatic silk beauty!"

The immortal herb was emerald green all over, with a faint purple halo along the edges of its leaves and a half-open bud at its tip that looked carved from fine jade.

It gave off an extraordinary fragrance that refreshed the heart and soul. Merely standing beside it made the Soul Power throughout one's body feel at ease.

Chrysanthemum Douluo could no longer maintain his usual composure. He all but dropped to one knee, carefully leaning closer.

His gaze was entranced, his fingers trembling slightly, yet he did not dare touch it lightly.

It was as though what stood before him was not an immortal herb, but the most precious treasure in the world.

Dugu Bo glanced sidelong at Yue Guan, whose face was full of fascination as he nearly pressed himself against the immortal herb. His brows knotted, and his tone brimmed with impatience. "Chrysanthemum Guan, isn't it just a plant? Look at you, acting like you've never seen the world. You're practically drooling. Isn't that disgusting?"

Yue Guan whipped his head around, his cheeks unnaturally flushed with excitement. Pointing at the aromatic silk beauty, he said in a trembling voice, "Bah! What the hell do you know, you old poisoner? This is an immortal herb! An immortal herb!"

He drew a deep breath, his eyes burning with an almost reverent fervor. "An immortal herb of this caliber might not appear even once in several thousand years, or even ten thousand!"

"How many Soul Masters have crossed a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers seeking one in vain? Even I've only ever seen it in books!"

"And today, we actually stumbled upon one! Do you understand what that means?"

Dugu Bo curled his lip, folded his arms, and leaned against a nearby tree trunk with a snort. "However rare it is, it's still just a plant. What, can it help you break through the Titled Douluo rank?"

"You!"

Yue Guan choked on his reply, but immediately turned his gaze back to the immortal herb.

"I have nothing to say to an old poisoner like you. You don't understand how important this immortal herb is!"

Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Su Yu hurried forward to interrupt them.

"Senior Dugu, Uncle Chrysanthemum, we've barely started. Let's head farther in. We might find other good things!"

"Hmph, His Highness is right. Let's hurry inside!"

Yue Guan rubbed his hands together. He could no longer contain himself!

Dugu Bo snorted coldly and glanced at the impatient Yue Guan, a mocking smile curling his lips. "What's the rush? No matter how good something is, you need to stay alive to take it."

"This place is seriously uncanny. If you really fall into a pit, those precious immortal herbs of yours won't save you."

Yue Guan would hear none of it. With a tap of his toes, he had already floated several steps ahead, turning to beckon Su Yu. "Keep up, Your Highness! The old poisoner is just a coward. Let's ignore him!"

After walking roughly a dozen meters, Yue Guan stopped dead.

Without warning, several glistening tears slid down his cheeks and struck the front of his robes, spreading into a small dark patch.

His gaze locked rigidly on what lay ahead, his lips trembling slightly. He seemed to have a thousand words to say, yet they emerged as only a choked sob.

It was his Martial Soul, the singular velvet sky chrysanthemum!

Its golden petals unfurled like a lotus, its purple stamens nestled in the center. It stood there quietly, without the slightest fragrance, yet possessed an imposing bearing of its own.

This herb was a neutral immortal treasure. Consuming it could circulate qi through the limbs and blood through the eight meridians. Over time, it could even forge an indestructible body of adamant.

Yue Guan gazed at it, complex emotions surging in his eyes: excitement, nostalgia, and, more than anything, an inexpressible cherishing.

Not far away, a purplish-black Ghost Immortal Grass gave off dense yin energy.

Not a blade of grass grew within two meters of it, and even the surrounding air carried a bone-piercing chill.

It had to be sealed in cold jade to preserve it for long; the slightest carelessness would rob it of its medicinal potency.

Farther ahead, an eight-petal immortal orchid bloomed quietly, its purple-and-white petals elegant and lovely, its medicinal properties gentle.

This herb had to be "harvested with gold and housed in jade." Placed in a jade vessel, it could remain unwithered for a thousand years. Its crisp orchid fragrance could clear the mind and brighten the spirit, greatly invigorating those who smelled it. It was a rare treasure for soothing the mind.

The aromatic silk beauty gave off a rich, magnificent fragrance, as though it had gathered all the luxurious grace of heaven and earth.

It could not be swallowed. One had to gently inhale at its stamens to draw out its essence, then refine it with Soul Power, allowing its medicinal effects to slowly permeate every limb and bone.

More remarkably, it was the only immortal herb capable of helping the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda evolve, making it incomparably precious.

Beside it, a cockscomb phoenix sunflower bloomed like a golden sunflower, a phantom phoenix flickering in and out of sight above its flower head.

A blazing aura washed over them-this supreme treasure of pure yang was priceless to fire-attribute Soul Masters, capable of greatly purifying the power of the flames within them.

The narcissus jade muscle bone looked as though it had been carved from warm, lustrous white jade, hidden among the leaves.

Its effects centered on nourishing the sinews and bones and opening the seven channels and eight meridians. It achieved wonders similar to the singular velvet sky chrysanthemum and could significantly increase the body's flexibility.

The Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew resembled a Chinese rose, its aura barely perceptible. Though it offered no direct benefit to Soul Power, it could temper eyesight and strengthen Spiritual Power.

Whether or not one was a Spirit-type Soul Master, consuming it would be beneficial.

And the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, hailed as the king of flowers, had startling splashes of blood-red among its white blossoms. Legend held that it carried a tale of poignant love.

It was extremely strict in choosing its master. Only someone who held their beloved in their heart with sincere, undivided devotion could harvest it by watering it with their own blood. Once it accepted a master, it would never wither.

Su Yu had thought the Lovesick Heartbreak Red was already the pinnacle of immortal treasures, yet he suddenly let out a low cry.

His gaze was seized by a clump of "weeds" not far away.

The grass was utterly ordinary, with slender stems and narrow leaves, almost impossible to notice among the medicinal herbs.

But upon looking closely, Su Yu's heartbeat abruptly quickened-the leaves actually grew in alternating black and white!

The black was like spilled ink, without a trace of luster, bone-chilling to the touch; the white resembled compacted snow, lustrous and gleaming, pleasantly warm beneath the hand.

These two extreme colors coexisted on the same plant, both eerie and possessed of a subtle harmony.

Even the soil around its roots presented the strange sight of being half black and half white.

"Chaos Twin-Life Grass-"

Su Yu crouched down, his voice trembling slightly with disbelief. His fingertips hovered above the leaves, wanting to touch them yet afraid of disturbing this marvel fashioned by heaven and earth.

This grass harmonized yin and yang, a legendary thing described only vaguely even in ancient texts. He had never expected it to truly exist.

The conditions for consuming this medicinal herb were extremely stringent. Only Soul Masters with Twin Martial Souls could take it.

After consumption, its yin and Yang Power would act on the two Martial Souls separately, promoting the evolution of the Twin Martial Souls!

Moreover, consuming it could strengthen one's foundations and nourish one's vitality, replenish yin and bolster yang, and nourish the sinews and bones.

The benefits of consuming it were so numerous that words truly could not express them!

Just then, Yue Guan walked up before Su Yu, bent slightly at the waist, and cupped his hands in salute.

"Your Highness! I have never begged anyone in my life! Here and now, I wish to ask Your Highness to give me this singular velvet sky chrysanthemum!"

Su Yu was just about to reach out and harvest the Chaos Twin-Life Grass. At those words, his hand paused, and he turned to look at Yue Guan.

This Titled Douluo, who usually carried a somewhat languid arrogance, was now bent extremely low, his cupped-hands salute bearing an unprecedented solemnity.