Chapter 118: The Immortal Herb, Strange Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum
These two immortal herbs were the very same ones Tang San once consumed—granting him a body immune to fire, water, and poison alike.
"In nature, all things seek balance between yin and yang. These two herbs alone are wildly overbearing—each impossible to take on its own.
But when found together, their energies counterbalance, diminishing each other's toxicity.
This is likely the only chance to consume them safely," Dugu Feng said with a faint smile.
"Feng'er, your understanding of pharmacology is impressive," Dugu Shuo praised before continuing, "but for us poison-type soul masters, that method isn't suitable.
Old Snake, Feng'er, do you know why?"
The two quietly pondered.
Poison masters always sought stronger toxin potency. Could combining them neutralize that too much?
Old Snake's eyes lit up as he realized, "Such fusion would waste the essence of their supreme ice and fire toxins."
Dugu Shuo nodded. "Correct. You have two ice-type poisonous soul rings, and Old Scorpion's case is similar. The fusion of poison with ice—or with fire—amplifies a soul master's techniques with elemental attributes.
These two herbs contain extremes of ice-poison and fire-poison—enough to challenge even Title Douluo.
If a poison-type soul master could master either one, their soul skills would far surpass others'—they would dominate the continent."
Dugu Feng immediately understood his father's meaning.
Each herb carried perfectly balanced dual forces—poison and chill, poison and flame.
If both herbs were fused, they would form a miniature Ice-Fire Yin Yang Well—granting a body impervious to all elements, but simultaneously suppressing the very toxins within them.
In other words, their poisonous potential would be wasted.
"But without combining them, even a Title Douluo couldn't safely absorb their force," Old Snake said uncertainly.
"That's why they're invaluable to us poison experts," Dugu Shuo said. "What is an immortal herb but a living plant of spirit?
Within ten meters, each one's cold and heat poison creates a domain of its own.
If we could refine their toxins into our bodies, we'd effectively gain mastery over such a domain.
When that happens, absorbing them will be simple—they'd welcome us instead of rejecting us."
Dugu Feng was beyond astonished. Father is insane… and brilliant.
He knew full well how perilous these two herbs were, yet Dugu Shuo still chose to face the hardest path with unwavering confidence.
"Feng'er, your external spirit bone—the Scorpion Claw—already contains a strong ice attribute. The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass seems tailor-made for you.
You can begin refining its frost poison slowly. It won't be quick, but once completed, the results will be astounding.
And as for this Strange Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum—once consumed, its essence will flow through your meridians, strengthening muscles and bones, forging a body of near-invincibility.
If you intend to absorb a ten-thousand-year ring for your fourth, your physique must be flawless.
Eat it."
"Yes, Father. I also picked a Nine-Petal Purple Ganoderma before. It fortifies vitality and enhances energy, transforming one's foundations.
I plan to give it to Little Snake—it could increase his potential and perhaps help him reach Title Douluo one day!"
Even after gaining so much himself, Dugu Feng had not forgotten his loyal companion.
Old Snake broke into a wide grin.
His grandson, Little Snake, had been born with sixth-rank innate soul power—a rare talent.
If this herb could raise him further, he would become a future prodigy without question.
"That brat dreams daily of surpassing me and assassinating a Title Douluo," Old Snake said with a laugh. "I'll thank you on his behalf, young master."
Dugu Shuo smiled approvingly. "Ambition suits him."
Dugu Feng waved his hand modestly. He and Little Snake had trained side by side for years—closer than brothers.
As for Old Snake and Old Scorpion, their aid to him had been substantial, though he trusted his father would reward them properly.
Taking the Strange Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum from Dugu Shuo, Dugu Feng sat cross-legged.
He remembered that when Dai Mubai had taken this same herb, Chrysanthemum Douluo himself had chased after him to make him a disciple.
If I meet that chrysanthemum later... I should remind him of that, Dugu Feng thought, smiling faintly.
He gazed at the colossal bloom before him: its petals were a brilliant violet, soft and fuzzy to the touch, almost endearing in appearance.
Its golden pistil rose half a foot high, reaching proudly toward the heavens—hence its name, "Sky-Piercing."
Grasping its stem, Dugu Feng bit into the radiant pistil.
Gold light burst across the blossom, absorbed by him completely.
Then he consumed the petals—one after another—until the entire plant vanished from his hands.
A green-gold glow quickly enveloped his body.
Without realizing it, Dugu Feng had entered Martial Spirit Possession.
His body curled on the ground like a serpent; his aura dimmed as emerald light pulsed through his limbs.
His three spirit rings—yellow, purple, purple—flared brightly, rhythmically resonating.
His body quivered slightly with each pulse.
"It's as if my entire body is evolving," Dugu Feng murmured in awe.
His meridians, already clear from earlier cultivation, now carried the chrysanthemum's domineering medicinal energy through every fiber of his being—refining bone, flesh, and blood.
He sank fully into the process, body transforming steadily.
While he cultivated, word of the battle between Tang Hao and Bibi Dong spread across the continent.
Tang Hao had escaped alive, sparking endless gossip.
Rumors claimed their clash had shattered mountains and cost Spirit Hall several Title Douluo, though Tang Hao still got away unscathed.
Of course, the reports were exaggerated—but everyone knew that Bibi Dong's forces had failed to capture him.
Bibi Dong herself had already returned to Spirit City, confirming that Spirit Hall had indeed come up empty-handed.
Finally, after much turmoil, the matter calmed and the continent fell back into uneasy peace.
Yet for Tang Hao, peace was impossible.
Though he had vented his rage by striking Bibi Dong, Ah Yin and the lost spirit bone would never return.
Wandering alone through a forest, his grief consumed him.
"Ah Yin... where are you? My Ah Yin!
Why can't I sense your presence in my spirit ring anymore? Have you... truly gone?"
He stumbled forward like a broken man, muttering endlessly into the wind.
(END CHAPTER)
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