Chapter 71 Using Immortal Herbs as a Guide to Reshape a Glorious Body
In the early morning of Sunset Forest, the mist carries a faint, eerie scent of sulfur and ice.
Bishop Salas, carrying the half-dead Tang San, retreated from the scene in a sorry state under the watchful gaze of Sword Douluo Chen Xin, a gaze capable of cleaving the heavens. For the Spirit Hall, this was a complete humiliation—not only did they fail to reclaim the opportunity, but they also lost the arm of a Soul Saint, and even the prestige of the temple was severely damaged by Ning Feng's "ambush of a contestant."
"Young friend Ye Feng, this performance was quite grand, but the price…" Ning Fengzhi stood on the cliff edge of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, looking down at the churning spring water, his gaze deep, "You have almost completely pushed the Spirit Hall to the opposite side."
Ye Feng sat on a red and white rock, the Thousand Chance Umbrella held open beside him, its surface slowly dripping with emerald green venom. It was the venom of Dugu Bo's natal snake that he had casually collected earlier.
"The opposing side? Sect Master Ning, you're mistaken." Ye Feng didn't turn his head, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather. "From the moment I chose to establish myself in this era, the Spirit Hall has been my stepping stone. The current opposition is only to ensure that one day in the future, they won't even have the right to kneel down."
Dugu Bo stood to the side, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably. In his entire life, he had seen arrogant people, but he had never seen anyone like Ye Feng who spoke of "annihilating the Spirit Hall" as casually as eating breakfast.
"Boy, now that my herb garden is yours, what about Yan Yan's matter..." Dugu Bo was somewhat flustered. This Poison Douluo, who was renowned throughout the world, was now acting like an apprentice asking for a promise in front of Ye Feng.
"Senior, don't be anxious." Ye Feng stood up, and the Thousand Chance Umbrella emitted a series of rapid clicking sounds as its parts snapped together. A specially designed guide tube popped out from the handle. "Dugu Yan's poison is due to the Jade Phosphorous Serpent King's venom being too potent, causing a backlash against her meridians. As long as we use the 'Eight-Cornered Mystic Ice Grass' and 'Blazing Apricot Blossom' here as catalysts, supplemented by my 'Soul Power Filtering Technology,' we can not only remove the poison but also increase her soul power by at least five levels."
He paused, his eyes turning slightly cold. "However, before that, I need to deal with my people first."
Ye Feng turned around and looked at Huo Wu, Shui Bing'er, and Zhu Zhuqing standing behind him. The three women's auras appeared somewhat agitated due to the long-term extreme pressure of ice and fire.
"You want to become stronger, right?" Ye Feng asked.
The three women exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Yes!"
"Then jump down." Ye Feng pointed to the boiling Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire. "Die, or become a god."
This is no joke.
In the traditional understanding of Douluo Continent, jumping into a spring without consuming the immortal herb beforehand is tantamount to self-immolation or self-destruction. But Ye Feng is different; he is a "mechanic" who is proficient in construction and logic.
The Myriad Manifestations Umbrella in his hand suddenly flew into the air, its canopy opening and casting a thin layer of gray domain.
"Fighter Skill: Chi Field"
This wasn't a simple defense; rather, Ye Feng used the micro-vibration device inside the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella to forcibly "reduce the frequency" of the surrounding violent ice and fire energy. Within this small space, the energy was no longer a violent turbulent flow, but rather transformed into a liquid mist that could be slowly absorbed.
"Rongrong, take the soul bone and go to the center. Bing'er and Huowu, stand at the left and right poles respectively. Zhuqing, you sneak through the void and use the darkness of the shadow to neutralize their violence."
Ye Feng's voice was like a precisely executing command machine, devoid of any emotion.
Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, clutching the skull radiating terrifying energy, and was the first to leap into the spring. Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu followed closely behind.
A piercing scream instantly pierced through the thick fog.
That was the sound of bones rapidly shattering and reforming. Ning Rongrong felt as if her brain had been burned into a fireball and then instantly frozen into an ice block. The "Skull of Condensed Spiritual Wisdom," catalyzed by the energy of ice and fire, was frantically drilling towards her brow.
"Hold on, don't close your eyes!" Ye Feng shouted coldly. "Rongrong, use your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to capture the frequency of these energies!"
Despite the intense pain, Ning Rongrong forcibly activated her Martial Soul.
The magnificent seven-colored divine light tower, soaked in the spring water, had its left side tinged with a deep blue frost, while its right side had been burned into a fiery lava red. The original seven colors were gradually evolving into a pure, translucent sense of destruction.
"The soul bone evolution is complete." Ye Feng narrowed his eyes. Through his tactical goggles (although he didn't have a system, his self-made single-sided lens had a thermal sensing function), Ning Rongrong's mental fluctuations were increasing exponentially.
On either side, a trace of extremely yin cold air seeped into Huo Wu's flames, while Shui Bing'er's ice concealed a terrifying burning sensation. This was the path of "ultimate complementarity" that Ye Feng had designed for them.
"This is insane, absolutely insane..." Dugu Bo swallowed hard as he looked at the four little monsters in the spring that were rapidly leveling up. "Ning Fengzhi, just who is this kid you brought out?"
Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter smile, his grip on the scepter tightening slightly: "I want to know too. But I only know one thing: after tonight, the Shrek Academy team... no, all the academies across the continent will face an insurmountable nightmare."
Ye Feng had no time to pay attention to the two titled big shots' sentiments. He was picking a top-grade immortal herb called "Lovesick Heartbreak Red" from the spring.
He looked at the plant, then at Zhu Zhuqing, who was enduring excruciating pain in the shadows without uttering a sound.
"Zhu Qing, you keep asking me why I have to become stronger." Ye Feng walked to the edge of the shadow and handed over the immortal herb. "Because this world doesn't deserve your gentle treatment. You have to become darker than the night in order to see the light."
Zhu Zhuqing reached out her trembling hand and grasped the immortal herb. At that moment, her Netherworld Cat Martial Soul let out a deep tiger roar, her body instantly elongated, and her pupils completely transformed into two different colors, one gold and one purple.
Meanwhile, inside the secret sanatorium of Shrek Academy.
Tang San suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of black, foul blood.
"The mistress!" Yu Xiaogang stood by the bedside, his face ashen.
"Teacher... my meridians..." Tang San's voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, "My Xuan Tian Gong... is gone."
Tears welled up in Yu Xiaogang's eyes. Damage to the meridians is fatal for a Soul Master, especially when struck by such extreme ice and fire energy. Tang San, though still possessing Soul Power, felt as if he were being torn apart with a thousand knives with each cycle of his Soul Qi circulation.
Even more terrifying were his eyes. Due to the backlash from the "fake" Wisdom Skull, strange red blood vessels appeared deep within the Purple Demon Eyes, a sign of inner demons entering the body.
"Ye Feng... I want you dead... I want you dead!" Tang San frantically scratched at the bed sheet, his fingers drawing blood.
"Calm down, mistress!"
"Calm down? How can I calm down!" Tang San roared. "He took Rongrong away, he stole my opportunity, and now he's ruined my talent! Teacher, you said justice will eventually prevail over evil, but why is that demon living better than anyone else!"
Yu Xiaogang was speechless. Outside the window, a mysterious figure wearing a bamboo hat silently watched this scene. It was an envoy sent by the Spirit Hall; they knew that Tang San was now their most effective weapon.
Three days and three nights.
Ye Feng guarded the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire for three days. When Ning Rongrong opened her eyes again, two beams of divine light, each half a foot long, shot out from her eyes—one extremely cold, the other extremely hot.
"Captain, I think... I can see the direction of the soul power flow in the air." Ning Rongrong said weakly, but her tone was full of surprise.
Her soul power leaped five levels, soaring straight to level forty-seven!
Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er also emerged from the water one after the other. The two, who were originally antagonistic rivals, now stood together, and their auras subtly resonated.
"Our martial spirit... seems to have evolved." Shui Bing'er exclaimed in amazement as she looked at her phoenix wings, which had become almost transparent.
"That was the prototype of 'Absolute Zero' and 'Red Lotus Karmic Fire'." Ye Feng stood up from the rock and put the Thousand Chance Umbrella back behind him. "Now, you two should be able to easily take on an ordinary level 50 Soul King. If you join forces, even a Soul Emperor will have to avoid your edge."
Finally, Zhu Zhuqing emerged. She became even more silent, but with each step, her shadow flowed like liquid. Her soul power level had reached forty-five, and more importantly, her speed had reached a level that even Dugu Bo found astonishing.
"Senior Dugu, since you've agreed to be a security guard here, please keep these things safe."
Ye Feng handed Dugu Bo several black cylindrical objects.
"What is this?" Dugu Bo asked in confusion.
"I call it the 'Hellfire Anti-Aircraft Mine'," Ye Feng said calmly. "If anyone dares to enter the valley from the air without your permission, this thing will automatically sense soul power and then explode. Even a Soul Saint will be badly injured, if not killed."
Dugu Bo wiped away his cold sweat: "You little rascal, you're really wicked."
"This isn't bad, this is called 'technology changing lives'." Ye Feng smiled, then looked at Ning Fengzhi, "Sect Master Ning, I hope you can do me a favor in the upcoming finals."
"Oh? Go ahead."
"I have a big gift for the Spirit Hall. A surprise about 'twin spirits' and 'theory of spirit skill construction'."
Looking at Ye Feng's confident yet slightly wicked smile, Ning Fengzhi secretly rejoiced: It's good that Rongrong is with him, and it's good that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School hasn't become his enemy.
When Ye Feng returned to the Glory Team's base with the four transformed girls, the entire Tiandou City seemed to sense a kind of suppressed killing intent.
They made no attempt to conceal their presence. Ning Rongrong's extraordinary phenomenon, which had evolved into the "Nine Treasures Ice and Fire Glazed Pagoda," attracted the attention of countless scouts the moment she stepped through the city gate.
"Captain, who do we fight next?" Huo Wu rubbed her hands together, feeling like she could smash a mountain with a single punch.
"Our next opponent..." Ye Feng looked at the schedule, a cruel smile appearing on his lips, "is the Shrek Team."
"Tang San, you should be awake by now, right?"
Ye Feng looked in the direction of Shrek Academy. He knew that Tang San was currently repairing his meridians at all costs, with the secret support of the Spirit Hall. And the next time they met on the arena, it would no longer be a match, but a true life-or-death struggle.
"Let's go get our tickets."
Ye Feng waved his hand, and the Thousand Chance Umbrella spun once in his hand, creating a gust of wind. In the final stage of the competition, the five members of the Glory Team, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, fiercely pierced the most decaying core of this continent.
Just as Ye Feng and the others were returning to the city.
Behind Shrek Academy, Tang San, shirtless, was soaking in a pool of dark medicinal water. It was the "Spirit Hall Secret Blood Pool" provided by Salas, capable of forcibly reconnecting severed meridians, but at the cost of consuming future lifespan and the purity of one's soul.
"Power... I need even greater power..." Tang San roared in agony in the pool.
Behind him, eight jet-black spears—the Eight Spider Spears—were frantically devouring the energy in the blood pool, their colors growing increasingly bizarre, and even sprouting ferocious eyeballs.
"Ye Feng, the day I emerge from seclusion will be the day you are doomed!"
Hatred grew wildly in the cold night, like weeds. And all of this was within Ye Feng's calculations. After all, how could this charade be performed satisfactorily without a decent villain?
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