In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

The Fragrant Silk Fairy is a nemesis of all poisons, capable of neutralizing all toxins.

It cannot detoxify itself, but it can counteract poison. As long as it is within its range, no poison will have any effect, and its fragrance has the effect of neutralizing all poisons.

Of course. If you are already poisoned before entering its fragrance range, then the fragrant Qiluo Fairy Elixir will be of no use.

It can be said that it is the best antidote herb, but unfortunately it cannot detoxify.

Although, this effect seems somewhat lackluster.

But wouldn't that be perfect for countering the Poison Douluo?

Poison Douluo, Poison Douluo, you've brought this upon yourself! If you hadn't brought me here, I wouldn't have discovered this magical herb that specifically counters you!

At this moment, Tang San felt a sudden relief from the pressure. As long as he obtained this immortal herb, his survival was not in much danger.

He might even be able to take him out and hand him over to his troublesome father, and perhaps then he could turn the tables on Dugu Bo.

Thinking this, Tang San still pretended to be shocked, carefully examining each herb to mislead Dugu Bo.

In the shadows, it traces a winding, meandering path to the source of the fragrance.

Half a minute later.

He finally arrived at the location of the source of the fragrant and exquisite immortal product…

It almost exploded on the spot.

There should be a large, pale pink flower growing here, without any leaves.

But...where are the flowers?

Can anyone tell me who plucked the fragrant, exquisite silk?

Tang San felt a pang of sadness as he looked at the neatly trimmed stubble, three inches off the ground. Why did I have to discover that such a divine plant once existed here?

Don't you know, the greatest tragedy in life is wanting something but being unable to get it?

Perhaps it's because we're getting closer to the core of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye.

Just as Tang San was heartbroken, several different fragrances wafted into his nostrils.

It instantly pulled him out of his grief. His eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

The rare and precious Chrysanthemum, the eight-petaled fairy orchid, the nine-grade purple ganoderma... and so on... as well as the eight-cornered ice grass and the fiery apricot!

Tang San was shocked. Due to the mixture of various flavors, he could only distinguish the types of many immortal herbs for the time being.

However, without a doubt, each one is comparable to the exquisite fragrance of the Qiluo fairy plant.

Although I lost one tree, I still have the whole forest!

A fierce flame reignited in Tang San's heart once again.

This is hope.

He glanced furtively at Poison Douluo and found that the other seemed to be meditating with his eyes closed, paying no attention to him. So he confidently and boldly headed towards the source of the various fragrances.

However, each time he reached a new place, it felt as if a knife had slashed his heart, leaving a deep wound.

Mom...

The Qirong Tongtianju is gone...

The eight-petaled orchid is gone...

Even the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma is gone...

Tang San looked at the neatly arranged, three-inch-tall root and felt so frustrated he wanted to vomit blood.

He gave Dugu Bo a resentful look.

If you've already cut the herb, why leave a three-inch rootstock?

This is some kind of magical herb! Do you really think it's just chives growing in your backyard?!

Don't they have any dignity if you treat them like this?

No.

I just don't believe he really went that far. He didn't leave behind even a single immortal herb.

Tang San made up his mind and headed towards his last hope.

As expected, the result was as predicted.

The three-inch rootstocks left behind by the Eight-Cornered Ice Grass and the Fiery Apricot Beauty were so conspicuous.

It seems to be saying, 'Surprised? Unexpected? We got ripped off too…'

"Wow……"

Tang San could no longer contain his frustration and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

Seeing this, Dugu Bo opened his eyes and shook his head. "Good fellow. Why make things so difficult for yourself? You can't concoct an astonishingly potent poison, and you're even vomiting blood from holding it in..."

Am I spitting blood because of this? I'm heartbroken over my precious herbal remedy!

Tang San felt his heart bleeding. He didn't know why, but he had a deep-seated feeling that these immortal herbs belonged to him. Now they had been brutally stolen from him!

"May I ask, where are the rare herbs that were cut down here now?"

Tang San realized he had underestimated Dugu Bo, never expecting the other to be so discerning.

Such a treasure must have been carefully preserved. If I were to give everything I have, I might be able to exchange it for one or two plants.

However, Dugu Bo's words struck him like a thunderbolt.

"Oh, those are the unknown herbs? I bundled them up and gave them away. I'm ashamed to admit, I thought they were some rare and precious things, but Mr. Lin didn't even look at them."

I didn't even glance at it again; I had to shamelessly shove it into Mr. Lin's hand before he reluctantly accepted it. I should have brought some wild game with me. Never mind, thinking about it...

That's embarrassing.

Dugu Bo was truly ashamed when he talked about this.

Tang San, however, found the truth hard to accept.

What did I just hear... that the immortal herb was turned into a pill and offered to someone, but they didn't even want it? In the end, Dugu Bo had to force it into their hands?

In Mr. Lin's eyes, the herb was not even as good as some wild game?

Is it that the other party doesn't know its value? Or is it that the precious herb I cherish is worthless in their eyes?

Without much thought, Tang San knew that the truth must lie with the latter.

Because, would someone who even Dugu Bo fawns over be an ordinary person?

Tang San felt that his future was bleak.

why?

Why couldn't I have just one of those many miraculous herbs?

Even just one plant would be fine.

Chapter 153 Tang San, He Can Eat Dirt While Lying on the Ground

No.

I cannot give up.

Tang San stared at the Fiery Apricot's sparse, three-inch-high stem, gritted his teeth, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, hey, Tang San, what are you doing? Why are you eating dirt? You can't concoct a potent poison, why torture yourself like this? Can't you just commit suicide?"

That's right, under Dugu Bo's gaze, Tang San, with tears in his eyes, lay down on the ground and frantically ate the soil.

Actually, he was gnawing on the roots and stems of the fairy herb.

Although this stem is much less effective than the herb itself, is there still a choice?

If you want to improve your strength, this is the only way.

So be it, let's eat dirt.

Only by eating the dirtiest of the dirt can one rise above others.

We'll give it our all.

He was afraid that if it got any later, there wouldn't be any dirt left to eat.

At the same time, he missed his father terribly.

Dad, where are you? Your son is already eating dirt.

On the other side, deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

"Whoosh...whoosh."

The broom rubs against the ground.

Qian Daoliu, alone with a broom, swept every corner of the small courtyard.

"I'm telling you, Master, you shouldn't be sweeping anymore. If you're really bored, I can teach you something else. Like, how about learning calligraphy?"

Lin Yan was helpless.

Why are all the people he knows different from those described in the original work?

Even if Qian Daoliu isn't incomparably domineering, he shouldn't be so approachable.

It's one thing to sweep during the day, but they don't stop even at night.

It just won't stop.

For several days in a row, he was tormented by this noise day and night, which was definitely torture for someone like Lin Yan who liked to lie flat.

Therefore, he plans to cultivate a thousand different interests and hobbies.

At least, let's find a quieter one.

"Calligraphy".

Qian Daoliu was incredibly excited.

For days, he dared not relax for a moment. Apart from eating and short periods of sleep, he spent almost all his time sweeping, hoping to reach the state of 'a clear mind' as soon as possible.