Chapter 117: The Immortal Herb, Yearning Heartbroken Red Dew
Immediately, jade knives, metal tools, and exquisite boxes appeared before them as they began harvesting.
Dugu Feng's scorpion claws were the perfect tools for the task.
Nearby rejuvenating herbs, snow silkworm roots, cinnabar lotuses, dragon mushrooms, and dragon ginseng were swiftly collected until the father and son had taken nearly half of the available plants.
Once refined into elixirs, these would be enough to raise every soul master in their clan by a level or two.
After gathering the most useful medicinal herbs, Dugu Shuo's gaze fell upon a large pale-pink flower nearby.
The flower had no leaves, only a single, massive blossom whose crystalline petals shimmered like glass, radiating a faint, cooling fragrance.
"This is the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb—bane of all poisons, capable of neutralizing any toxic element.
A soft pink light covers it, forming an aura within which no poison can act.
Ha… I always thought this miraculous herb was but a legend—yet here it is, real before my eyes."
Dugu Shuo sighed in awe.
"Feng'er, collect it. With this herb, even if your second uncle secretly tries to use poison against you, he'll fail completely."
"Yes, Father!"
Overjoyed, Dugu Feng carefully harvested the flower.
The two continued, gathering potent poisonous herbs, taking only portions of each type—and, of course, every immortal herb they could find.
When they finished, Dugu Shuo gestured for his son to choose one to absorb first.
Without hesitation, Dugu Feng selected the Yearning Heartbroken Red Dew (Wang Chuan Qiushui Lu).
"Father, for my fourth spirit ring I intend to absorb a ten-thousand-year spirit beast.
My physique, strengthened by my domain and external spirit bones, can endure it—but my spiritual power remains lacking.
This dew will reinforce my mental strength perfectly."
Dugu Shuo nodded approvingly.
"Excellent choice, Feng'er.
The Yearning Heartbroken Red Dew is mild and easily absorbed. It will aid you greatly.
After advancing to Soul Douluo, I've come to understand how crucial spiritual power is for cultivation—the stronger it is, the faster one refines.
Absorb it, my son. I'll stand guard."
Dugu Feng took out the modest-looking herb.
Among all the glittering plants around it, this one was unremarkable—its body a gentle green, with three snow-white leaves.
Each leaf held five crystal-clear droplets—fifteen in total—shining like morning dew.
Supported by his Eight Spider Lances, Dugu Feng assumed a relaxed position, then gently shook the plant.
The fifteen drops slid free, landing on his tongue.
The moment the dew left the herb, the plant withered into dust, drifting away on the air.
The droplets were its essence, the very heart of its power.
As they entered his body, cool tranquility spread through him.
The soothing sensation raced straight to his brow and eyes.
The eyes—the windows of the soul; the brow—the seat of the spirit sea.
Though Dugu Feng had never sensed that inner sea before, he now felt his soul power flowing toward it, as if trying to open a hidden gate.
Suddenly, a shiver ran through him.
A sharp, icy energy surged from his scorpion claws to his brow.
"The Killing God Domain?"
The domain's murderous aura, long entwined with his external bones, now joined the process of opening this new channel.
The domain is the manifestation of will and spiritual force, a thought flashed through his mind.
"Boom!"
A thunderous pulse erupted inside his head—the sealed point at his brow split open.
Under the combined force of the dew's essence, his soul power, and the domain's energy, the channel burst wide.
He had opened his upper dantian—the Spirit Sea—something few ever achieved before becoming Soul Emperors.
Dugu Shuo had been watching closely. At first, his son seemed fine—then killing intent flared explosively around him, filling the area with a suffocating pressure.
Astonishment flickered in his eyes.
How could such a gentle herb cause this?
Old Snake, startled, ceased his meditation and approached too.
Dugu Feng's brow glowed, his eyes radiating golden light. Faint streams of golden brilliance wove across his head.
The phenomenon lasted for hours before finally fading.
The golden light drew in upon itself, retreating into his brow. His aura returned to calm.
When Dugu Feng opened his eyes again, it felt as though centuries had passed within him.
His spirit, tempered and refined, now clearly perceived his inner sea.
From his brow downward, he could sense every aspect of his body—meridians, soul power, muscles, bones, even his two external spirit bones—all in perfect clarity.
His spiritual perception had reached true awareness.
When he blinked, golden light flared again, scattering fog from the valley and illuminating everything for a moment before fading back into stillness.
"Feng'er, how do you feel?" Dugu Shuo asked urgently.
According to their family's records, the herb enhanced spiritual power—but nothing had ever mentioned an awakening this immense.
"When I absorbed the dew, my Killing God Domain resonated, amplifying my spirit force. Together, they opened the Spirit Sea at my brow. My spiritual power has grown immensely— even the domain feels stronger."
Dugu Feng's excitement shone in his eyes.
Dugu Shuo and Old Snake were left speechless once again.
Most soul masters could barely detect their spiritual sea even upon reaching Soul Emperor—or not until preparing to comprehend their Martial Spirit True Form.
Before that, their mental power was faint and unfocused.
But Dugu Feng had already achieved such clarity now.
"For most, absorbing a ten-thousand-year beast as a fourth ring is impossible because their minds can't withstand its spiritual shock.
Only at Soul Emperor does that danger lessen.
But you—being able to perceive and control your Spirit Sea already—means the mental assault of a ten-thousand-year beast will hardly affect you," Dugu Shuo said, his voice filled with pride.
If his son truly absorbed a ten-thousand-year ring for his fourth, it would be an unprecedented feat.
Calming himself, Dugu Shuo's gaze shifted toward a nearby section of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
"Feng'er, beside this spring lie two more immortal herbs—Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Fiery Apricot Bloom.
Both are divine-grade, extremely poisonous plants containing violent frost and flame energies so fierce no soul tool can safely store them.
The first chills even the soul, freezing the nerves—any who approach within ten meters feel their hearts go cold, and prolonged exposure kills without cure.
The second is its exact opposite—burning and relentless."
A trace of reverence filled Dugu Shuo's tone.
Dugu Feng turned toward the two plants—they truly were extraordinary.
Old Snake stared in awe as well, recognizing from their names alone how rare they must be.
The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass was an eight-petaled white blossom with crystalline stamen gleaming like ice shards, while the Fiery Apricot Bloom resembled a blazing-red stalk of flame-shaped leaves, glowing with its own light.
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