Chapter 40: Ice Spirit Cold Spring

At the end of the corridor.

Wei Yang stood before what appeared to be a wooden door, reaching out to touch it.

«On the surface, it looks like a wooden door, but it's actually an iron door made of fine steel, wrapped in a layer of wood veneer,» Wei Yang remarked with a wry smile, shaking his head. He then released his soul power, letting it penetrate the door and unlock it from the inside.

Entering the room.

The space inside was quite spacious, yet it was filled with various junk and clutter.

An extremely disheveled old man lay slumped over a table, sleeping deeply and occasionally snoring lightly.

Wei Yang's gaze swept around the room, eventually landing on some crystal cases on the counter, his face showing a hint of surprise.

«Wow, so many precious herbs!» Xian'er exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the same spot. She let go of Wei Yang's hand and quickly walked over, excitedly looking at the herbs displayed in the crystal cases.

«Fireheart Seven-leaf Flower, Blood Crystal Grass, Blue Rock Heart Stone, Purple Blood Ganoderma…» Xian'er muttered excitedly, her eyes gleaming.

Wei Yang also stepped forward.

Looking at these herbs, each one of which was rare and hard to find in the outside world, he couldn't help but marvel at the collection.

This place had an astonishingly rich collection!

You might doubt other aspects of the Alchemy King Gu He's elder brother, but you could never question his eye for valuable items and his peculiar tastes.

Every herb here was at least fourth tier, all rare and practically priceless in the market.

And here, there were forty or fifty types, all casually displayed on the crystal tables.

Xian'er was overjoyed, almost losing herself in the excitement.

She seemed to have a natural lack of resistance to precious herbs.

Just like in the original story, where she, a girl who wasn't even a Dou Fighter, almost fought Xiao Yan over the herbs on a small flower bed in the cliff cave.

After entering that cave, she ignored the piles of gold coins and other treasures, her eyes fixed solely on that flower bed.

Her obsession with precious herbs was evident.

Now that she had the foundation to become an alchemist, this obsession or habit had only intensified.

…

«Brother Yang,» Xian'er finally snapped out of her excitement after a while.

She lifted the hood of her cloak, revealing a delicate, pretty face.

She walked over, hugging Wei Yang's arm, lightly biting her red lips, her face flushing a tempting shade of red. Her bright eyes looked at Wei Yang, her voice sweet and coy, «Brother Yang~»

Wei Yang felt his bones soften, rubbing his forehead.

Alright, the girl even used her charms.

With a wave of his hand, he said, «If you like them, take them. They're all yours.»

«Yay~ Thank you, Brother Yang,» Xian'er cheered, standing on her tiptoes to give Wei Yang a light kiss on the lips.

Then, she turned and happily skipped to the crystal table, carefully opening it and taking out the precious herbs, which were well protected in jade boxes, storing them in her spatial ring.

She hummed a cheerful tune as she worked, like a busy little bee moving the herbs.

Wei Yang shook his head and smiled as he watched her.

He then walked to the cluttered table, looking down at the sleeping, disheveled old man.

Who could have guessed that this frail, shabby old man was the elder brother of the famous Alchemy King Gu He?

He gently took the spatial ring from the old man's withered finger, using his powerful soul force to break the soul imprint and restrictions inside the ring.

«Hmm.» The sleeping old man let out a muffled groan, his brow furrowing, but he didn't wake up.

Wei Yang ignored him. With the special sleeping potion Xian'er had made, it wouldn't be easy for him to wake up.

His senses scanned the inside of the spatial ring.

It was a spacious ring, about twenty square meters in area and five meters in height.

Inside were various miscellaneous items, books, manuscripts, alchemical formulas, scrolls, gold coins, gold coin cards, alchemy furnaces, bottles, and jars.

Wei Yang carefully scanned the contents, taking out anything that might carry a traceable imprint and tossing them to the ground.

Once sure there was nothing suspicious left, he kept the spatial ring.

Now was not the time to sort through the loot.

He then released a powerful soul force, letting his robe and hair flutter without wind, and meticulously searched the room.

Soon, a hidden stone panel opened, revealing some items that flew out to hover before Wei Yang.

These were thick, ancient books, four in total.

With a thought, the books opened, and Wei Yang skimmed through them.

He found that they contained information about various rare treasures, strange phenomena, special environments, and detailed descriptions of precious herbs.

«Not bad,» Wei Yang nodded, putting the books away.

These books were the result of someone's painstaking efforts, recording a wealth of knowledge, strange events, and information about rare treasures, much like an encyclopedia of the Dou Qi continent. Reading them could broaden one's knowledge and horizons.

He continued to search the room with his soul force, scanning every inch.

Soon, Wei Yang's mouth twitched.

His gaze fell on the sleeping, disheveled old man with a peculiar look.

Suppressing his disgust, he willed a ring to slowly float up from the old man's lower body.

Looking at the ring floating before him, Wei Yang's face twitched. Who would have thought it was hidden in such a place?

Initially, he had quickly scanned that area to avoid missing anything, and indeed, he found something!

It was directly on that part, can you believe it?

But it was indeed clever.

Most people, even if they searched, wouldn't look in such a place.

This crafty old man.

Wei Yang took out a handkerchief from his spatial ring, wrapping the ring and wiping it forcefully, suppressing his disgust.

Then he released his soul force, breaking the restrictions inside the ring. His senses penetrated the ring's space.

Inside was another space similar in size to the previous one.

However, there were fewer items, only five.

But upon seeing these five items, Wei Yang's eyes lit up.

Each of these five items was incredibly precious.

Among them was the item Wei Yang had been seeking.

With a thought, a white jade box the size of a basin floated before him.

The box was tightly sealed, with no gaps except for the opening at the top.

Even through the white jade, Wei Yang could sense a faint coldness emanating from within.

He carefully lifted the lid of the jade box.

As the lid opened, a wave of icy mist rose.

Instantly, the room's temperature plummeted.

Ignoring the sudden drop in temperature, Wei Yang's eyes eagerly focused on the jade box's contents.

Inside the box was a layer of thick ice, and in the center of the ice lay a small, white jade bottle.

Cold mist swirled around the jade bottle, exuding a chilling aura that seemed to pierce the soul.

Looking at the cold jade bottle, Wei Yang took a cold breath and smiled, «Found it, Ice Spirit Cold Spring!»

This was an extremely precious treasure born in extreme cold.

It was an invaluable aid in refining different types of flames.

When refining such flames, consuming the Ice Spirit Cold Spring could protect the meridians from being burned and destroyed by the high temperature of the flames.

(Chapter End)