Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

"Understood, understood."

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded repeatedly.

"no problem."

Ghost Douluo readily agreed.

"Alright, then don't resist."

Sword Douluo stepped forward and stood in front of the two.

He extended his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together, and a sharp sword aura condensed at the tip of his finger.

Although the sword energy was only an inch long, it was so sharp that it seemed capable of cutting through everything in the world.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo sensed that sharp intent, and their expressions changed simultaneously.

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on their foreheads, their Adam's apples bobbed, and their bodies tensed involuntarily.

But they gritted their teeth and remained motionless, letting Sword Douluo's finger point at their foreheads.

Without hesitation, Sword Douluo lightly touched the space between their eyebrows with his sword.

The compressed sword energy, like a serpent, burrowed into their spiritual sea from between their brows.

Chrysanthemum Douluo felt a sharp pain in his mind, as if something had pierced deep inside, and then it disappeared.

It didn't truly disappear; rather, it lurked deep within the sea of ​​the mind, like a hidden bomb that could explode at any moment.

After an incense stick had burned, Sword Douluo withdrew his hands and took a step back.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo slowly opened their eyes, their faces as pale as paper.

"Sword Douluo, this is..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo sensed the faint sword energy within his spiritual sea and asked with a grim expression.

His voice trembled slightly, clearly still shaken by the power of the Seven Kill Sword.

"This restriction was set up to prevent you from rebelling."

Sword Douluo said calmly, his tone devoid of any emotion.

"If you harbor any thoughts that are detrimental to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, that sword energy will explode in your spiritual sea."

"With the sword energy spreading out, it will turn your sea of ​​spirits into a honeycomb."

"At that time, even if you don't die, you'll become idiots."

Chen Xin's tone was as calm as if he were talking about a trivial matter, but his words sent chills down the spines of the two titled Douluo.

"We understand."

Chrysanthemum Douluo obediently lowered her head, her previous alluring and seductive demeanor completely gone.

Then, Ning Fengzhi stepped forward and personally removed the soul-guided devices from the necks and limbs of the two people.

One by one, the metal rings fell off, making a crisp clicking sound.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo simultaneously moved their limbs, which had been bound for a long time, and their faces showed a relieved expression.

The six of them left the cave together.

The moment he stepped out of the cave, the sunlight shone on his face, and Chrysanthemum Douluo involuntarily squinted.

Having not seen the sun for half a month, the outside light was a bit too bright for him.

He took a deep breath of fresh air and felt as if he had come back to life.

Outside the cave, two disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were already waiting there.

They were holding two sets of brand-new clothes.

He wore a long, gold-white robe with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School emblem embroidered on the chest.

This is exactly the attire of a guest elder in a sect.

Chrysanthemum Douluo took the clothes, his brows furrowing slightly.

He has always liked bright colors, especially bright red; he would never have even glanced at this pale gold clothing before.

However, Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced at Ghost Douluo beside him, then at Ning Fengzhi with a smile on his face, and finally obediently changed his clothes.

After changing his clothes, he took out a veil from his pocket and covered most of his face.

Ghost Douluo was easy to deal with; he was already shrouded in black mist, so it was impossible to tell whether his face was covered or not.

"Let's go."

Ning Fengzhi took the lead and walked towards the sect's building complex on the mountainside.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance and silently followed at the back of the group.

The sun was shining brightly, and the mountain breeze was cool.

Chapter 390 The Matter of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Council Hall.

Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

Sunlight streamed in through the carved window sill, casting dappled patterns of light on the gleaming white jade floor.

In the central seat of the hall, Ning Fengzhi sat upright with a calm expression, but his slightly forward-leaning posture betrayed his inner anticipation.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo sat on either side. Sword Douluo's hands were on his knees, his knuckles slightly white; Bone Douluo, unusually, did not doze off, his old eyes gleaming.

Wang Teng sat down next to Sword Douluo and took a deep breath.

After spending so much time together, he had completely let down his guard against the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi's trust, the protection of the two elders of the Sword and Bone Sect, Ning Rongrong's companionship, and the acceptance of him by the entire sect—all of these were gradually melting away the last line of defense in his heart.

Moreover, and most importantly, we also obtained the harvesting techniques for the herb.

Therefore, today Wang Teng decided to reveal the secret that he had kept hidden in his heart for so long.

"Uncle Ning, Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Gu."

Wang Teng raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the three faces, and said, "Now that we have obtained the knowledge of immortal herbs from Chrysanthemum Douluo, it is time for me to tell you some things."

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, signaling him to continue.

"Deep in the Sunset Forest, there is a special place called the Eye of Ice and Fire."

Wang Teng's voice was not loud, but every word was clear.

"It is a natural treasure, where two springs, one extremely cold and the other extremely hot, meet and form a unique ecological environment."

"On that land, many rare herbs that have long been extinct outside grow, which are the immortal herbs I mentioned earlier."

"..."

Wang Teng then told the three people present the details of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Wang Teng didn't say how he found the place, only casually referring to it as an "accidental discovery."

Ning Fengzhi and the other two did not press for details. Everyone has their own secrets that they do not want to talk about, and it was enough that Wang Teng had said so much.

"What? You're telling the truth?"

Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up, his chair sliding back half a foot, making a screeching sound.

"The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire... does it really contain immortal herbs?"

"It's true."

Wang Teng nodded and said, "Moreover, there is a kind of immortal herb called Qiluo Tulip, which has special effects on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul."

"If Rongrong can take it, her martial soul will most likely break through its limitations and complete its evolution."

"Qiluo Tulip"

...Could it evolve Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul? Sword Douluo couldn't sit still any longer. His white beard trembled slightly, and his usually calm eyes were filled with shock and ecstasy.

"Uncle Ning, Grandpa Jian, what I said is true."

Wang Teng spoke calmly and confidently, and continued, "Next, I can take you directly to pick the immortal herbs."

"The information provided by Chrysanthemum Douluo includes the methods for harvesting and consuming those immortal herbs. We'll just follow those instructions."

"well!"

Bone Douluo slapped his thigh and laughed so hard that his face was all wrinkled together.

"Young Wang, it's truly a blessing from heaven that you've joined my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

"May Heaven bless our sect!"

Sword Douluo also stood up excitedly, turned to Ning Fengzhi, and said, "Fengzhi, shall we go to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well now?"

"Strike while the iron is hot and pick the magic herb!"

Ning Fengzhi did not respond immediately.

He sat back down in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, his gaze deep.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually cooled down from its boiling state. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance and also stopped smiling.

"Alright, Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu."

Ning Fengzhi spoke slowly and solemnly, "There's no rush to go and pick the immortal herbs."

"The magic herb is right there, it won't run away, it doesn't matter if it's a day earlier or a day later."

"Our most important task right now is not to pick the immortal herb, but to discuss Xue Qinghe's matter."

Upon hearing this, the air in the hall suddenly became heavy.

Xue Qinghe, or rather, Qianrenxue.

The information revealed by Ghost Douluo weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a boulder.

The crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire is a fake; he is actually the daughter of the Pope of the Spirit Hall in disguise.

The Spirit Hall has been plotting for many years, aiming to conquer the entire continent.