Chapter 90: Dugu Bo—Your Majesty, H-He Jumped Into the Spring?!
After consuming one immortal herb, Lin Qingmo walked toward another, a chrysanthemum-shaped immortal herb with a completely golden body.
Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.
The herb emitted a faint golden glow, its layered petals spreading outward as if forged from pure gold.
Lin Qingmo plucked a petal and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
The petal melted instantly upon contact, turning into a warm current that flowed down his throat.
The next moment, dense energy exploded within his body!
His limbs and bones felt as though they were soaking in a hot spring, every cell cheering with vitality.
His muscles trembled slightly, and crisp cracking sounds came from his bones, as though they were undergoing some transformation.
His already extraordinary physique became even more balanced and solid under the strengthening energy.
A faint golden sheen appeared on the surface of his skin.
"So this is the embryonic form of a Vajra Indestructible Body…"
Lin Qingmo clenched his fist, clearly feeling the increase in strength.
The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum could strengthen the body and lay the foundation for a Vajra Indestructible Body.
Though it was still far from true invulnerability, his starting point was now far beyond that of most soul masters.
After finishing these preparations, Lin Qingmo took a deep breath and turned his gaze once more toward the two ultimate immortal herbs:
Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass
Infernal Delicate Apricot.
He walked to the Ice Spring and reached out to pick the translucent ice-blue herb.
The moment his fingers touched the petals, bone-chilling cold spread along his arm, and a layer of frost quickly formed on his skin.
"Now that's intense!"
Lin Qingmo bared his teeth.
He then quickly walked to the Fire Spring and picked the flame-like immortal herb.
A scorching heat rushed toward him; holding it felt like clutching a ball of fire.
His left hand was freezing cold, his right hand burning hot.
The two extreme energies clashed within his arms, turning his face pale.
But Lin Qingmo did not hesitate.
He opened his mouth and stuffed both immortal herbs inside at the same time!
"Crack!"
The sound of ice crystals shattering and the sensation of flames burning exploded in his mouth simultaneously.
Two streams of energy—one extremely cold and one extremely hot—surged down his throat like furious dragons.
In an instant, stormy waves rose within his meridians.
"Hiss!"
Lin Qingmo sucked in a cold breath, his entire body trembling violently.
The left half of his body felt as if it had been thrown into a ten-thousand-year ice cavern, his blood nearly freezing.
The right half felt as though it had been cast into a magma pool, his skin flushed red with heat steaming from it.
Ice and fire collided wildly inside him, tearing pain surging through his meridians.
It felt like someone was stirring his body with an ice spike and a branding iron.
"Now!"
Enduring the agony, Lin Qingmo gritted his teeth and leapt forward with all his strength!
Splash!
Water was scattered everywhere.
He jumped into the central waters of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Cold spring water and scorching magma converged there, forming a bizarre zone of extreme temperature balance.
The moment he entered the water, Lin Qingmo felt two even stronger energies pouring in from the outside.
The extreme cold of the Ice Spring and the blazing heat of the Fire Spring surged into his body through his pores like tidal waves.
These three streams of energy (the ice and fire Immortal Herb energy inside his body, and the ice and fire spring water energy from outside) wildly collided and intertwined within him.
"Ugh!"
Lin Qingmo finally let out a low roar.
He sank into the water, leaving only his head above the surface.
Frost formed on the left side of his face, while steam rose from the right.
Ice and fire reached a strange balance upon his body.
Pain.
Indescribable pain.
Yet within that extreme suffering, Lin Qingmo could clearly feel his body transforming.
His meridians tore apart and reformed, becoming wider and tougher.
His bones, tempered by ice and fire, began to glow faintly like jade.
Muscle fibers were repeatedly destroyed and reborn, each strand containing astonishing strength.
The red and blue light of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well interwove, illuminating the boy in the water like a god.
This transformation had only just begun.
"Damn! Has the Young Master gone crazy?!"
Hidden in the shadows, Dugu Bo's eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock.
Seeing Lin Qingmo jump into the deadly Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well like a dumpling dropped into boiling water nearly stopped his heart.
This isn't a hot spring, little ancestor!
One side could freeze soul bones into powder; the other could vaporize refined iron instantly.
The two extreme energies twisted together to form this bizarre "yin-yang spring."
Dugu Bo, known as the world's greatest poison master, still kept a respectful distance from that pool, at most absorbing a trace of its aura from the edge.
Yet this kid, barely a Soul Elder, had actually jumped straight in!
Was he tired of living?!
"Not good, I need to save him!"
Dugu Bo panicked. A flash of dark-green light surrounded him as he prepared to rush forward to rescue Lin Qingmo.
He couldn't let the Pope's precious disciple dissolve right before his eyes.
Most importantly, the boy knew how to cure both his and Yan-Yan's poison!
But another figure was faster than him.
A black robe fluttered gently. With what seemed like a casual step, the figure firmly blocked his path.
It was the Pope.
"Your Majesty! The Young Master jumped in! That's the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well— it'll kill him!"
Dugu Bo spoke so quickly his voice nearly cracked, afraid that if he delayed even a moment, only bones would remain in the water.
"…" Bibi Dong's gaze never left the faint figure in the center of the pool.
Her profile looked slightly blurred in the rising mist.
Her violet eyes were deep as the night sky, emotions swirling within them.
Worry, certainly.
Even she felt alarmed by that pool of water.
But stronger still was an almost blind trust.
"Why panic?"
Her voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority, instantly suppressing Dugu Bo's anxiety.
"Ah Qing always acts with a plan. He would never gamble with his life."
"But—"
"There is no 'but.'"
Bibi Dong turned her head slightly and glanced at him.
Her expression was calm, yet it sent a chill through Dugu Bo.
"Since he dared to jump, he must have confidence. You may leave. I'll watch over him here."
Her words were like a binding spell.
Dugu Bo opened his mouth, then looked back at the water.
The boy was wrapped in blue and red energy, his face twisted in pain, his body trembling slightly.
But… he wasn't dissolving instantly.
Instead, faint light circulated across his skin, as if he were undergoing a difficult transformation.
If the Pope said so…
And it seemed the Young Master could really hold on for now?
Dugu Bo's heart was torn.
On one side, duty and worry.
On the other hand, the Pope's authority and concern for his granddaughter, Dugu Yan.
The soul bone bestowed by Her Majesty could cure the poison backlash from Yan Yan's martial soul. He was desperate to return immediately.
After hesitating again and again, he finally lowered his head.
"Yes, Your Majesty. This subordinate takes his leave."
He bowed deeply.
After casting one more worried glance at the pool, he turned into a streak of green light and disappeared into the mist-filled medicinal garden.
Finish the task quickly and come back to check again!
That was what he thought to himself.
End of Chapter