Chapter 160: The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, The Immortal Herbs Really Are Gone
Spirit Hall.
After returning to Douluo Hall, Qian Daoliu immediately sat cross-legged beneath the Angel God Statue to cultivate. The intervention he'd just made had consumed a significant amount of Angel God power. For one who serves as a god's retainer, Angel God power is finite. Unless one completes the Angel's Eight Trials and becomes the Grand Worshipper of the Angel God, each use of that power can only be slowly replenished under the statue's radiance, bit by bit.
This divine power was essential for his future self-sacrifice to unlock the Angel's Ninth Trial, so he had to recover it as quickly as possible. Qian Xunji was also destined to become a future Grand Worshipper, but the matter of sacrificing for the Angel's Ninth Trial had to be done by Qian Daoliu himself. There was no way he would relinquish that position to Qian Xunji.
As for the Angelic Holy Sword, it had returned within the Angel God Statue, now reinserted into the Angelic Secret Realm.
Not long afterward, Qian Xunji arrived back at Spirit Hall, carrying the Snow Empress as if she were a helpless chick.
So many Title Douluo! Humans have become so powerful!
The Snow Empress was shocked. Although her soul power was entirely purified by the Angel God power, her spiritual power remained at the Limit Douluo level. A single sweep of it revealed just how formidable Spirit Hall truly was: more than a dozen Title Douluo-level experts, plus two Limit Douluo. Even if the entire Star Dou Forest came forth to strike this place on its own turf, destroying this force would still be incredibly difficult—unless that Beast God made a move.
How can I escape from here…?
She could only feel as though she'd been dragged into a wolf's den, soon to be bound by countless unbreakable chains, with not a ray of light in sight. She foresaw herself forever trapped in darkness, wrung of every last drop of value, only to be killed at the end.
Qian Xunji landed at a certain spot inside Spirit Hall, not having set the Snow Empress down yet, when Ah Yin came rushing over. He had been away from Spirit Hall for nearly two months; missing him for so long, she couldn't wait another moment. But as soon as Ah Yin saw the Snow Empress, her face froze. The Snow Empress was simply too beautiful: snow-white hair trailing down to her feet, sky-blue eyes both pristine and limpid, a flawless, exquisite face, and a tall, perfectly proportioned figure. Anyone seeing her would likely feel a sense of inferiority.
If there was one aspect in which Ah Yin exceeded the Snow Empress, it might only be in temperament. And even then, that was because the Snow Empress's cultivation was sealed, leaving her a helpless prisoner. After being carried around for hours in the wind by Qian Xunji, that proud, aloof indifference toward all living beings no longer came across.
"Ah!"
The Snow Empress's own expression stiffened upon seeing Ah Yin. She sensed a faintly familiar aura from Ah Yin—but the next second, she cried out as she toppled to the ground. Qian Xunji had opened his hand, and with her powers gone and her attention drawn away, the Snow Empress tumbled heavily.
"Ah Yin."
Qian Xunji went over to her, composed as always. Indeed, he had no reason to feel guilty.
Ah Yin's beautiful eyes glimmered with questioning. "Husband, who is she?"
"She's a soul beast, just like you."
"A soul beast?"
Ah Yin was puzzled. She couldn't sense any kind of familiar kinship from this Snow Empress.
"But she's different from you. She's a fierce beast that's lived over six hundred thousand years."
"Over six hundred thousand years?!"
Ah Yin was stunned. She'd never even heard of a soul beast with a cultivation surpassing six hundred thousand.
"I'm handing this soul beast over to you. Her cultivation is sealed. The way she cultivates surpasses our methods by a good margin. If we can obtain her cultivation approach, it'll bring a substantial boost in strength to us—and to Spirit Hall overall."
"Leave it to me."
Ah Yin was long since bound by common purpose with Spirit Hall. Her two beloved children were the Holy Son and Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall—future heirs. If acquiring this method could strengthen Spirit Hall, and thereby benefit her children, she'd do anything to secure it. Also, as a soul beast herself, she preferred that the Snow Empress peacefully hand over the cultivation method and not continue to stand against Spirit Hall. Otherwise, given her husband's methods and intellect, the Snow Empress would be tormented to death. As a fellow soul beast, in every sense, Ah Yin hoped to prevent such a tragedy.
After that, Qian Xunji went on to the Pope's Hall to deal with official matters. He'd been gone so long that a mountain of tasks awaited him.
Meanwhile, in another place…
Sunset Forest.
Tang San and Tang Hao arrived here after a long journey. As for the Shrek Academy group, they had already set out for Heaven Dou Imperial Academy. Tang San, following the memories of a place he had visited more times than he could count, entered the vast, dense forest. Within it, a hill nearly five hundred meters high stood out prominently.
It's gone—there's no poison fog from that old toxic elder!
A sense of foreboding gripped Tang San. He strode rapidly toward the five-hundred-meter hill.
Climbing to the top, he looked down and spotted a funnel-shaped depression. Thick steam rose from the basin, moist with heat.
"Father, let's hurry down."
Without his Eight Spider Lances, Tang San no longer had the ability to scale sheer surfaces. If he jumped directly, he'd be splattered. Moreover, the cliff face had no protrusions suitable for his Blue Silver Grass to latch onto, so climbing down would be time-consuming.
Tang Hao grabbed Tang San's shoulder and jumped over the edge, using his Title Douluo-level spiritual power to brace against a few ledges that jutted out from the cliff. They landed steadily in the basin.
A wondrous sight that seemed like a scene from a fairyland—the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire—came into view. Tang Hao took in the soft soil and the countless glittering herbs scattered across the landscape, set around the central spring. Compared to the Lake of Life in the Star Dou Forest, this place was even more beautiful. The central hot spring wasn't large but was divided into two parts: an oval pool with milky-white water on one side and bright-red water on the other, each staying strictly to its own half, never mingling.
Tang San immediately sprinted to the Yin-Yang Well, his eyes turning purple, his entire body trembling with rage and frustration. Everything was gone! Gone! Gone! All the Immortal Herbs were gone!
Though plenty of precious medicinal plants still grew around the Yin-Yang Well, to the outside world these were priceless treasures. But none compared to the miraculous immortal herbs that should have been here.
"Leave now, or die!"
A forceful, imperious voice thundered in Tang San and Tang Hao's ears. Tang Hao stiffened, instantly stepping in front of Tang San. Two purple, four black, and one red ring—seven in total—materialized around his feet, and he gripped the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.
"So, someone from the Clear Sky Sect…"
From the surrounding mist, a towering figure emerged. Over two and a half meters tall, he was even more massively built than Tang Xiao, with orange-colored eyes, hair, and beard. A trace of disdain flashed across his face as he looked at Tang Hao and Tang San. His orange hair and beard made his broad face look like a giant fan, resembling the mane of a lion.
"Lion Douluo!"
Tang Hao didn't know Lion Douluo personally, but Tang San did. In his past life, at the Battle of Jialing Pass, there wasn't a single Spirit Hall Title Douluo he hadn't seen. The hair on Tang San's neck stood on end. This was a rank-97 Title Douluo. At present, neither he nor his father, Tang Hao, could possibly match him.
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