Chapter 89: As Long as You Hold Onto a Powerful Backer, You Can Take Immortal Herbs Freely!
[Little Witch]: Leaving aside whether someone is a transmigrator or not, Poison Douluo has already become your master's subordinate. Your master is way too powerful!
Ning Rongrong finally wiped the book clean, her eyes sparkling.
[Little Witch]: That's a Titled Douluo! A Titled Douluo casually becoming someone else's subordinate… I can't even imagine it!
[Big-Chested Kitty]: Mm, truly unbelievable.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Interesting. Ah Qing, does your master have any standards for accepting subordinates? What do you think of me?
Liu Erlong sent the message half-jokingly, though in her heart she was already pondering the future political situation of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Poison Douluo had always been close to Prince Xue Xing of the Heaven Dou royal family.
She had a vague feeling that Ah Qing would stir up the winds and clouds of Heaven Dou Empire in the future.
At this moment—
Far away in the Extreme North,
Wind and snow howled across the vast, desolate land.
The Snow Empress stood atop the frozen plains.
Her pure white hair fluttered wildly in the storm, and the cold aura radiating from her body nearly froze the air into crystals.
The chat group light screen floated before her, emitting a gentle glow amid the blizzard.
Messages scrolled across it one after another:
"Transmigrators… people from other worlds… truly variables within the Douluo Continent."
The Snow Empress's already cold expression grew even more solemn.
From the chat history, she had already understood what the term transmigrator meant.
People from other worlds.
Beings who might even know the future, possessing knowledge and methods that should not exist in this world.
Such existences… were extremely dangerous.
The Snow Empress had lived for hundreds of thousands of years. She had seen countless storms and experienced multiple upheavals of heaven and earth.
But transmigrators were something she had never encountered before.
"I must learn more about transmigrators. If I encounter one, I'll be better prepared to respond."
Her slender fingers traced across the light screen, leaving clear words behind:
[Ice and Snow Maiden]: Are Tang San and you the only transmigrators on the Douluo Continent?
A faint, nearly imperceptible vigilance lingered in her tone.
Lin Qingmo replied quickly:
[Dad Douluo]: Uh… originally it should've been only Tang San. Now I'm not so sure.
[Dad Douluo]: After all, I'm already the second one. My master might be the third, who knows how many are hiding in the shadows? There are so many Douluo fanfics on QQ Reading.
His tone carried a hint of teasing, completely unaware of the Snow Empress's seriousness.
[Bingbing]: Tch. That's basically saying nothing.
The Ice Empress's voice came from nearby, her emerald scorpion tail swaying impatiently.
She leaned toward the light screen and poked it with the tip of her tail:
[Bingbing]: How do you even confirm who's a transmigrator? You can't just walk up to people and ask, "Are you from another world?" right?
The Ice Empress disliked this feeling of uncertainty.
The existence of transmigrators made her aware of danger as well.
If there were truly a way to confirm one, killing them on the spot would be best.
[Dad Douluo]: Hard to say. Transmigrators could come from different eras or worlds— even the "secret codes" might not be universal.
[Dad Douluo]: I tried using my own code phrase to test my master before, but she just looked confused and didn't react at all.
[Dad Douluo]: Maybe she's a transmigrator who didn't get the reference, or maybe she's just a powerful native expert? The world is huge. There are always hidden masters that the original story never mentioned.
Lin Qingmo himself was conflicted about this question.
Tang San had transmigrated from a somewhat wuxia-style era.
What if his master came from another time as well?
[Bingbing]: Why is everything "hard to say"? You're a pretty unprofessional transmigrator!
The Ice Empress's tail swung harder, smashing deep pits into the frozen ground.
[Dad Douluo]: Can't help it, Bingbing. My arrival in the Douluo Continent was just an accident; I'm not a professional Transmigrator...
Lin Qingmo sent a shrugging emoji.
But immediately afterward, his tone became cheerful again:
[Dad Douluo]: Anyway, transmigrator or not, my master is amazing! Not only did she subdue Poison Douluo, she even turned the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well into her personal garden. I can pick immortal herbs whenever I want!
[Dad Douluo]: How could I not cling to such a powerful backer? This is awesome! I totally love my master, okay?!
The message overflowed with undisguised pride, like a child showing off a precious treasure to friends.
Bibi Dong looked at the words "I totally love my master" on the screen, and a gentle smile rippled through her violet eyes.
Her fingertip lightly traced those words, as if she could touch the boy's joyful feelings:
"Ah Qing…"
She murmured, so quietly that only she could hear.
"Me too."
Even the aura around her seemed to melt at that single sentence.
She lowered her gaze toward her lower abdomen, a faint blush appearing on her beautiful face:
"This is… not good…"
Just hearing Ah Qing's words of affection had caused such a reaction in her body.
She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the strange sensation stirring within her, though her fingers unconsciously tightened around the corner of her clothes.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Hahaha! That's the Ah Qing I know! If there's a powerful backer, cling to it; if there's a benefit, take it practically!
Liu Erlong sent a thumbs-up emoji, clearly approving of Lin Qingmo's "pragmatic" attitude.
Lin Qingmo chuckled and closed the chat group.
The light screen dissipated into the air.
He lifted his head, his gaze returning to the central region of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, his eyes burning with excitement.
The medicinal garden's mist drifted slowly under the red-and-blue glow, resembling a fairyland.
At the center of the pool, two immortal herbs emitted completely opposite, violently repelling auras.
Beside the Ice Spring, a translucent ice-blue immortal herb grew quietly.
Its petals resembled the purest ice crystals carved into layered shapes, releasing bone-chilling cold.
Within three meters, a thin layer of ice had formed across the water's surface.
It was the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass.
Not far away, in the Fire Spring, a crimson plant like blazing flames stood proudly.
Its leaves resembled burning fire, waves of heat distorting the surrounding air.
That was the Infernal Delicate Apricot.
One herb of ice, one of fire—separated by less than ten meters, yet like two opposite worlds.
"Those two, it's you!"
Lin Qingmo rubbed his hands together, excitement shining in his eyes.
He remembered the original description—that consuming either herb alone would cause backlash from overwhelming single-attribute energy.
At best, severe injury. At worst, death.
But if both were consumed simultaneously, followed by jumping into the central waters of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, the extreme energies of ice and fire would balance each other, forging a body immune to water and fire, and resistant to all poisons.
"'One person can only eat one immortal herb'? Total nonsense!"
Lin Qingmo curled his lips and complained inwardly.
"Didn't Tang San eat several later on? That 'one herb per person' rule is obviously just misleading people!"
"Today I'm doing the full set!"
Lin Qingmo cracked his knuckles and began moving.
First, he walked to an inconspicuous pale-purple flower, Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew.
At the center of the flower were three crystal-clear droplets of dew, glowing faintly in the moonlight.
Lin Qingmo carefully picked it and swallowed it in one gulp.
A cool sensation spread instantly.
It felt as though two streams of clear spring water flowed along his nerves straight into his brain.
His previously restless spiritual power quickly became calm and solid under the cleansing, cool energy.
The world before his eyes seemed as though a thin veil had been wiped away, becoming clearer.
He could even see the veins of a leaf hundreds of meters away.
"Comfortable!"
Lin Qingmo narrowed his eyes.
The qualitative leap in his spiritual power thrilled him.
This was exactly what he needed most right now for his over-limit fourth soul ring.
End of Chapter