Chapter 90: Dugu Bo: Your Majesty, he—he—he jumped into the spring and committed suicide?
Chapter 90: Dugu Bo: Your Majesty, he—he—he jumped into the spring and committed suicide?
After consuming one Immortal Herb, Lin Qingmo walked toward another Immortal Herb that was entirely golden and shaped like a chrysanthemum.
velvet sky reach chrysanthemum.
This Immortal Herb emitted a faint golden light, its petals unfolding layer by layer, looking as if they were forged from pure gold.
Lin Qingmo plucked a petal directly and stuffed it into his mouth.
The petal melted instantly upon entry, transforming into a warm current that surged into his throat.
Immediately afterward, a rich energy exploded within his body!
His entire body felt as if it were soaking in a hot spring, and every cell was cheering in excitement.
His muscles trembled slightly, and his bones emitted crisp crackling sounds, as if undergoing some kind of transformation.
His physique, which was already far superior to ordinary people, became even more balanced and robust after being strengthened by this energy.
A faint golden sheen subtly appeared on the surface of his skin.
"This is the prototype of the Vajra Indestructible Body..."
Lin Qingmo clenched his fist, clearly feeling the increase in strength.
The velvet sky reach chrysanthemum can strengthen the physique, laying the foundation for the Vajra Indestructible Body.
Although it was still far from a true Vajra Indestructible Body.
But the starting point was already a huge step above the vast majority of Spirit Masters.
Having completed these preparations, Lin Qingmo took a deep breath and looked once more at those two ultimate Immortal Herbs.
Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass.
blazing apricot fairy.
He walked to the edge of the ice spring and reached out to pluck the ice-blue, transparent Immortal Herb.
The moment his fingertips touched the petals, a bone-chilling cold spread up his arm, and a layer of white frost quickly condensed on his skin.
"That’s intense!"
Lin Qingmo bared his teeth.
He then quickly walked to the fire spring and plucked the flame-like Immortal Herb.
A searing heat rushed toward him; holding it felt like cradling a ball of fire.
His left hand was bone-chillingly cold, and his right hand was scalding hot.
Two streams of extreme energy collided in his arms, causing his face to turn slightly pale.
But Lin Qingmo did not hesitate.
He opened his mouth and simultaneously shoved both Immortal Herbs inside!
"Crack!"
The sound of ice crystals shattering and the sensation of fire burning exploded simultaneously in his mouth.
A stream of extreme cold and a stream of extreme heat, like two enraged Flood Dragons, rushed down his throat and into his body.
Instantly, turbulent waves surged within his Meridians!
"Hiss—!"
Lin Qingmo gasped, and his whole body began to tremble violently.
His left half felt as if it had been thrown into a Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice Cave; his blood was about to freeze.
His right half, however, felt like it had been plunged into a magma pool, his skin bright red and steaming with heat.
Ice and fire violently collided inside his body, and his Meridians transmitted tearing, excruciating pain.
The sensation was like someone stirring his body with an ice pick and a branding iron.
"Now is the time!"
Lin Qingmo endured the intense pain, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to leap!
"Plop!"
Water splashed everywhere.
He jumped into the central water area of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
The cold spring water and the scorching magma converged here, forming a mixed zone with an extremely bizarre temperature.
As soon as he entered the water, Lin Qingmo felt two even stronger streams of energy surging in from the outside!
The extreme cold of the ice spring and the searing flames of the fire spring surged into his body through his pores like a tide.
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 couldn’t help but let out a low roar.
His entire body sank into the water, leaving only his head exposed.
Frost condensed on his left cheek, while heat steamed off his right cheek.
Ice and fire achieved a strange balance on his body.
Pain!
Indescribable pain!
But amidst this extreme agony, Lin Qingmo could clearly feel his body undergoing transformation.
His Meridians were tearing and reforming, becoming wider and tougher.
His bones, tempered by ice and fire, subtly emitted a jade-like luster.
Muscle fibers were repeatedly destroyed and regenerated, each strand containing astonishing strength.
The red and blue lights of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well shone together, illuminating the youth in the water as if he were a Divinity.
This transformation had just begun.
"What the hell! Is the Young Lord crazy?!"
In the shadows, Dugu Bo saw this scene, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, half his soul scared away.
He watched Lin Qingmo, like a dumpling being dropped, plunge "plop" into the deadly Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and his heart skipped a beat right then.
This isn’t a hot spring, little ancestor!
Down there, one side is Extreme Ice capable of freezing Spirit Bones into slag, and the other side is a terrifying Blazing Spring that can instantly vaporize refined iron.
The two streams of extreme energy twisted together, forming this bizarre Mandarin Duck Pot.
He, Poison Douluo, was known as the best poison master in the world.
Yet, he kept a respectful distance from this pool of water, only daring to absorb a little Qi from the edge.
How dare this kid, whose small frame is barely that of a Spirit Elder, jump right in!
Does he think his life is too long?
"No, I have to save him!"
Dugu Bo grew anxious, and with a flash of dark green light across his body, he was about to rush over and pull him out.
He couldn’t let His Holiness the Pope’s precious disciple turn into water right under his nose.
Most importantly, this kid knew how to cure the poison afflicting him and Yan Yan!
Yet, a figure was faster than him.
A black robe fluttered lightly; with what seemed like a casual step, she firmly blocked his path.
It was His Holiness the Pope!
"His Holiness the Pope! The Young Lord jumped in! That’s the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, it kills people!"
Dugu Bo was so anxious his voice changed pitch, and his speech was as rapid as a machine gun.
He was afraid that if he spoke any slower, the kid in the water would only be a skeleton.
"..."
Bibi Dong’s gaze remained fixed on the indistinct figure in the center of the pool.
Her profile appeared slightly hazy in the rising steam.
Her purple eyes were as deep as the night sky, churning with complex emotions.
Worry, certainly, was there.
Even she felt alarmed by that pool of water.
But more than that, there was a nearly blind trust.
"Why panic."
Her voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable calmness that instantly suppressed all of Dugu Bo’s anxiety.
"A-Qing always acts according to his own plan; he wouldn’t joke around with his life."
"But..."
Dugu Bo wanted to say more.
"There are no buts."
Bibi Dong slightly tilted her head and glanced at him.
That gaze was calm and waveless, yet it sent a chill down Dugu Bo’s spine.
"Since he dared to jump, he must have confidence. You should leave; I will watch over him here."
Her words were like a Body-Fixing Spell.
Dugu Bo opened his mouth,
and looked into the water.
The kid was enveloped in ice-blue and crimson energy, his expression twisted in pain, and his body was twitching slightly.
But... there were indeed no signs of him being instantly dissolved.
Instead, a subtle brilliance flowed across his skin, as if he were undergoing some kind of difficult transformation.
His Holiness the Pope had already spoken.
And judging by appearances, it seemed the Young Lord really might be able to hold on for a while?
Dugu Bo was fighting a war in his heart.
On one side was duty and worry.
On the other side were the Supreme Pontiff’s authority and his concern for his granddaughter, Dugu Yan.
The Spirit Bone bestowed by Your Majesty could precisely cure the poison from Yan Yan’s Spirit backlash, and he wished he could fly back immediately.
After much hesitation, he finally bowed his head.
"Yes, Your Majesty, this subordinate takes his leave."
He gave a deep bow.
He cast one last worried glance at the pool before transforming into a green shadow and disappearing into the depths of the fog-shrouded Herb Garden.
He thought, he must hurry and finish his tasks, then come back and check!
He thought this to himself.
(End of Chapter)
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