Chrysanthemum Douluo raised a finger and pointed toward the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, a smile of self-satisfied profundity tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Combing the meridians of an Immortal Herb is not merely a matter of transmitting spirit power."
He deliberately paused, letting the words sink in, then lightly flicked his orchid finger in the air as if conducting an invisible orchestra.
"It is all about synchronization."
"Your spirit power must resonate at the same frequency as the Immortal Herb's own energy fluctuations."
"Only when both sides are in harmony can the optimal combing effect be achieved."
Ye Lingshuang was visibly startled.
Her clear, frost-like eyes—eyes that had remained calm and indifferent even when facing Titled Douluo—finally fixed themselves squarely on Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Synchronization?
This term had never appeared in the ancient manuals of the Nine-Heart Begonia clan.
Yet Yue Guan's confident, matter-of-fact tone made it impossible to dismiss his words as empty theory.
After a brief hesitation, Ye Lingshuang decided to try.
She gently closed her eyes.
A faint yet extraordinarily pure stream of spirit power flowed from her dantian, guided carefully to her fingertips.
This time, she didn't push it forward directly.
Instead, she slowed it down—listening, sensing, feeling.
She tried again and again, subtly adjusting the rhythm, raising it slightly, then lowering it, searching for that elusive frequency.
The process was far more difficult than she had anticipated.
Her brows knit together faintly as she immersed herself fully in the attempt.
Then—
In a single instant, she felt it.
Her spirit power clicked into place, perfectly matching the Immortal Herb's internal pulse.
Buzz—
A faint, almost imperceptible hum resonated deep within her consciousness.
The Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid in her hands suddenly emitted a soft, milky-white glow. Its petals unfurled ever so slightly, releasing a fragrance far richer and purer than before, as though its vitality had been awakened.
Ye Lingshuang's eyes snapped open.
For the first time, shock and disbelief filled her gaze.
She slowly turned her head toward Chrysanthemum Douluo, and the look in her eyes had completely changed.
This was no longer the gaze she gave a Titled Douluo with some skill.
It was the gaze of a student looking at a master.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior."
Her voice was calm, but the respect within it was unmistakably genuine.
"Hmph, hmph."
Chrysanthemum Douluo lifted his chin proudly, orchid fingers poised. The faint jealousy he had felt toward Ye Lingshuang's terrifying talent vanished instantly, replaced by the deep satisfaction of a teacher imparting wisdom.
"This is merely the foundation of the foundation," he said, feigning casual profundity.
"Different Immortal Herbs possess vastly different energy frequencies. Take the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower—its temperament is fierce, its frequency like oil poured onto raging flames."
"And as for the Wang Chuan Qiu Shui Dew—its nature is gentle and clear, its frequency akin to a mountain spring flowing through stone."
"To properly care for all of them," Yue Guan concluded grandly, "requires extensive knowledge and meticulous understanding."
These words completely shattered Ye Lingshuang's previous worldview.
A blazing thirst for knowledge—almost reverent—appeared on her usually cold face.
"Please, Senior, enlighten me further," she said without hesitation.
"No problem, no problem."
Chrysanthemum Douluo waved his hand magnanimously, assuming the posture of a great master passing on his legacy.
Thus, an exceedingly bizarre scene unfolded before Feng Ran Pavilion.
On one side knelt Yue Guan, Elder of Spirit Hall, Titled Douluo renowned across the continent.
On the other knelt Ye Lingshuang, successor of the Nine-Heart Begonia lineage and future top-tier support Spirit Master.
One tended the Splendid Gold Perfume Orchid, the other the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid.
Both held jade shovels, carefully loosening the soil while engaging in an animated, high-level "academic discussion" on Immortal Herb cultivation.
The atmosphere brimmed with scholarly fervor, as though this were a sacred botanical symposium rather than a herb garden.
And yet—
Within this harmonious scene stood one figure who appeared painfully out of place.
Dugu Bo.
The "Second-in-Command Gardener of Feng Ran Pavilion," personally appointed by Lin Feng himself.
At this moment, he stood stiffly to the side, gripping a ferociously styled refined-steel shovel.
It was a good shovel.
The blade had been forged from century-old refined steel, coldly gleaming, sharp enough to cleave iron like mud.
The handle was crafted from ironwood—heavy, solid, and exceptionally durable.
This was a treasure he had painstakingly acquired for three gold coins from the city's finest blacksmith, back when he went to pick up his granddaughter after receiving his gardening appointment.
At the time, he had been extremely satisfied with his foresight.
To do a good job, one must first sharpen one's tools!
But now…
His gaze drifted to Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ye Lingshuang, kneeling nearby with warm jade shovels—small, exquisite, translucent, exuding elegance, professionalism, and wealth.
Then he looked down at his own shovel.
Large. Crude. Brutal.
It looked less like a gardening tool and more like a murder weapon.
Dugu Bo's old face burned.
He didn't look like a gardener at all.
He looked like a grave robber about to dig up someone's ancestral tomb.
The vibe was catastrophically wrong.
His lips twitched violently.
Without a word, he hurriedly stashed the three-gold-coin "divine weapon" into his spirit tool.
Can't let the senior see this.
Too embarrassing.
After straightening his robes, Dugu Bo cleared his throat, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked over with measured steps.
As the second-in-command gardener, he felt it was both his duty and responsibility to participate in this top-tier Immortal Herb seminar.
"Ahem, ahem."
He let out a cough laden with presence, adopting a dignified, scholarly smile.
"Juhua, about this Immortal Herb—"
Before he could finish—
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ye Lingshuang simultaneously glanced up at him.
Their expressions were identical.
Who are you? Don't interrupt.
Then, without hesitation, both lowered their heads again, seamlessly resuming their discussion.
"…So, Senior Yue Guan, does that mean when combing the meridians of the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, the spirit power frequency must not only be high, but also simulate an 'explosive' burst?"
"Exactly! Your understanding is astonishing, little girl! Only by matching its domineering fire nature can its full potential be awakened!"
Dugu Bo froze.
If three people walk together, one can be your teacher.
But clearly—
If three people walk together, one can also be completely redundant.
He had been ignored.
Thoroughly. Utterly. Without the slightest hesitation.
He—Poison Douluo, no, Azure Dragon Douluo—had just been brushed aside by two people kneeling on the ground playing with dirt.
Dugu Bo took a deep breath.
Don't get angry. Don't get angry.
You'll still have to learn from them in the future.
Can't afford to offend them… can't afford to offend them…
Just then, the corner of his eye caught another figure.
The Chief Gardener.
Blue Silver Emperor—Ah Yin.
She squatted quietly on the other side, her temperament gentle and elegant, her beauty flawless and serene.
Before her stood the Qi Rong Tong Tian Chrysanthemum, sharing the same origin as Chrysanthemum Douluo's martial soul.
Dugu Bo's eyes lit up.
That's it!
Those two are academics—I can't squeeze in!
But surely, I can communicate with the Chief Gardener!
Clutching his final shred of hope, Dugu Bo once again clasped his hands behind his back and shuffled over carefully.
He planned to observe her working methods and learn from her advanced experience.
However—
The moment he clearly saw what Ah Yin was doing…
Dugu Bo once again fell into deep, soul-crushing confusion.
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