Chapter 190: Claiming the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass
At the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Beside the outer rim of the cold spring, Dugu Feng, covered in a thin layer of frost, slowly opened his eyes.
"A full month has passed… Spirit power breakthrough, level forty-six!"
A grin spread across his face.
One more step closer to the Spirit King realm.
The frost on his clothes gradually melted, while a faint white glow arose from his body.
The light did not radiate outward but lingered upon his skin, making him look like a flawless, translucent statue of white jade.
That glow was pure killing intent—his condensed aura of slaughter.
The white light deepened, growing increasingly dense as Dugu Feng's spirit power guided his awareness through every channel of his body.
The killing aura flowed along his meridians like liquid energy, circulating much like spirit power itself.
Each complete cycle strengthened it slightly, building layer by layer.
"Twin spirits with the Killing God Domain... Who says I'm not twin-spirited as well?
Tang Hao, you wanted me to focus on cultivating the energy of slaughter, thinking it would slow me down.
But you overlooked the power of my inner sphere—my cultivation time is twice that of normal people.
Even pouring effort into refining the killing aura, my spirit power still grows rapidly!
And the Killing God Domain ties to the inheritance of the Asura God.
Tang Hao… you'll regret teaching me the way of slaughter!"
He cultivated the killing aura as though it were his second martial soul.
The killing energy, like soul power, continued to evolve and strengthen with every breath.
After several more hours of deep meditation, he finally rose to his feet.
He trained more than eighteen hours daily. Even his rest took place while seated in meditation, channeling power.
The remaining hours were devoted to battle practice—his chosen opponent: the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass.
Bathed in his pale aura of slaughter, Dugu Feng stepped forward, entering within ten meters of the sacred plant.
Today, he intended to claim it.
That single step disturbed the tranquility of the well like striking a wasp's nest.
The air around him exploded in frigid energy; freezing torrents burst toward him.
The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass was furious.
This two-legged creature had been provoking it for a month—every single day.
Once, he didn't even dare step into its domain. But now, he had mastered a strange power, and even its insatiable cold could no longer harm him.
White light coiled around Dugu Feng's body.
Whenever the icy energy struck him, it simply slid off to either side, harmless, leaving ripples in the frosty air.
A smile touched his lips.
This was the result of a month of cultivation.
He commanded the Killing God Domain as easily as moving his limbs. He was confident—the domain was approaching perfection.
The luminous white aura wrapping his body looked beautiful, but in truth it was countless invisible blades, sharper and more violent than spirit power itself.
That cutting strength formed a field around him, shredding and dispersing every freezing gust before it could touch him.
Step by step, he advanced.
Each meter closer, the chill thickened. The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass fought back, but Dugu Feng pressed on, channeling spirit power through the domain to convert it into killing energy.
Ten short steps drained nearly all his strength—but he had the inner sphere.
Warmth surged from it, replenishing his soul power instantly.
At last, he stood before the celestial herb.
His father had once said that by refining its cold poison, one could win the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass's recognition and safely harvest it.
But total purification would require the cultivation of a Spirit Douluo.
So he chose another path—
—to subdue it with killing intent.
"Follow me. Become the core of my Killing God Domain."
He gripped its stem firmly.
His right hand glowed with dense white light; only under the shield of killing energy could he endure its cold poison.
He knew well that the plant itself did not naturally produce so much frost.
Its real power came from its connection to the cold spring of the Ice-Fire Well below—drawing endless icy energy from it.
He was standing against that flow, carving open a "path" through an ocean of ice with the blades of his murderous aura.
With a sharp pull—crack!—the entire Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass was uprooted.
Immediately, he retreated dozens of meters from the spring.
In his hand, the eight crystalline leaves curled around the blossom at its center, its petals gleaming with specks of frozen light, radiating a terrifying chill.
The frosty glow pulsed faster—its poison resisted fiercely, attacking Dugu Feng from within.
"Without the spring's support, every ounce of cold you release wastes your own strength," he said with a faint smile, settling cross-legged.
Now came the task of taming it.
Killing energy and frost shared an affinity—both cold, both merciless.
Months ago, after refining part of the herb's toxin, he had discovered that the frigid energy from his Scorpion Claws external spirit bone strengthened his domain.
With this sacred herb, he could refine it even further.
His role shifted—from defender to predator.
He began absorbing the poisonous chill radiating from the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass.
The plant trembled in fear.
If too much of its cold was drained, the herb would wither and die.
Lacking true sentience, it could only react instinctively.
As its essence ebbed away, its eight leaves shook violently, as though pleading in submission.
The icy crystals within the flower stilled, releasing no further poison.
Dugu Feng's eyes gleamed—success.
He had taken control of it.
"With the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass's help, evolving the Scorpion Claws will be my next focus.
This external spirit bone has been with me the longest; as it evolves alongside my cultivation, it will one day reach the strength of a divine spirit bone."
With a pulse of green light, the crystalline Scorpion Claws emerged from his shoulders, spreading outward like emerald blades.
The armor-like bone extended further through his arms and shoulder blades, its jade glow reinforcing his upper body.
Carrying the herb back toward the cold spring, he felt it stir back to life.
A stream of chill poured through his body as purified cold venom entered the Scorpion Claws, filtered and refined by the herb itself.
The result was pure, flawless energy—perfect for absorption.
"Excellent. Since you've submitted, I'll ensure you continue to thrive."
He murmured in approval.
Within moments, the Scorpion Claws had absorbed more cold energy than in the past several months combined.
Then the claws withdrew into his body once more to digest the new power, his mind fully immersed in sensing it.
The fourth spirit ring—the Scarlet-Eyed Frost Toad—had granted him deep insights.
Now it was time to transform those insights into strength.
(END CHAPTER)
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