Douluo: Seven Asuras

The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot, each on their own, were among the most toxic celestial herbs.

Yet, once they neutralized each other's properties, their former fierceness vanished. Upon ingestion, they melted instantly in the mouth, transforming into a sweet, fragrant nectar that slid smoothly down the throat.

Chen Feng swiftly stripped off his clothes and made his way to the exact convergence point of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Within just three breaths of time, his body began to violently tremble.

Red and white auras surged simultaneously from his skin, the surface of which began shifting in color, alternating hues that made him appear strange and surreal, almost like a freshly boiled shrimp.

Chen Feng took a deep breath. The polar energies clashing inside him nearly caused him to lose consciousness. While he could still barely control his body, he leapt straight into the convergence point of the spring with a loud splash.

In that moment, all of his external senses disappeared.

This was a gamble—an all-or-nothing leap of faith. Refining the body using the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well had only ever been attempted by one person in history: Tang San.

Now, Chen Feng was attempting the same feat, relying only on Tang San's recorded experience and theoretical knowledge passed down through the ages. Should he fail, there would be nothing left of his body but ashes.

But as the saying goes, the greater the risk, the greater the reward. It was a risk he was willing to stake his life on.

If he wanted safety, he could have stayed within the warm embrace of home. But how would he ever grow stronger that way?

Chen Feng was lucky—perhaps fate had chosen him once again.

As night fell, the waters of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well suddenly churned. With a splash, Chen Feng emerged from the spring like a revenant rising from the grave.

"It worked," he murmured to himself.

Just as he was about to celebrate, he sensed a strange gaze upon him.

He turned around—and in the moonlight, the eerie figure of Dugu Bo appeared, his shadow ghost-like and his eyes gleaming green in the darkness as he stared intently at Chen Feng.

"Damn it, old poison freak! You scared me!" Chen Feng jumped in surprise.

Dugu Bo raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you were dead. Didn't expect you to climb out alive."

Chen Feng rolled his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean? Were you hoping I'd die?"

"Listen, brat, do you have any idea how terrifying that spring is?" Dugu Bo said irritably.

"Even I can't stand that extreme cold and heat for long, and you stayed in there from morning to night. I think it's pretty reasonable. I assumed you'd died."

"If you want to drop dead, fine—but at least cure me and my granddaughter first. Otherwise, if people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect think I killed you, wouldn't that be a massive injustice?"

So that's what he was worried about… Chen Feng inwardly sighed in relief.

"Relax. I'm not suicidal," Chen Feng said with a grin.

"This spring is called the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. I used it to temper my body, and I've now achieved an indestructible physique—immune to water, fire, and even poison."

Stepping out of the spring, Chen Feng wiped a finger across his Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlit Night, retrieving a fresh set of clothes and dressing himself.

"Water and fire immunity? Poison resistance? Are you bragging again?" Dugu Bo gave him a suspicious look.

Chen Feng stretched out his arm.

"Why don't you test it with your Emerald Phosphor Serpent Poison and see for yourself?"

But Dugu Bo quickly shook his head like a rattling drum.

"No way! If something goes wrong, I don't want that sword freak Chen Xin hunting me down."

Chen Feng chuckled. So, the old poison master was afraid of Sword Douluo—but of course, that was probably just an excuse. Their factions were closely tied through the Heaven Dou Empire, and with Dugu Yan still in the imperial capital, both sides couldn't afford internal conflict.

"Old poison master, I'll need you to gather a few herbs and tend to the medicine cauldron like I instructed earlier," Chen Feng said.

"I'll begin the preliminary detox process for you now. With the Yin-Yang Well at hand, our chances of success will increase significantly."

Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes.

"Fine. But you're not going to pull any more near-death stunts, are you?"

"Relax. You think I enjoy this kind of torture?"

Satisfied, Dugu Bo flew off like a large bird, disappearing into the night.

Only after he left did Chen Feng begin checking the state of his body.

After consuming the three celestial herbs, the first change was obvious—his physique had transformed. He had grown taller, now reaching 1.78 meters, his frame more robust, shedding the last of his youthful appearance and gaining a more mature edge.

More importantly, the internal refinement had elevated his soul power to the peak of Rank 39.

Chen Feng could feel a vast reservoir of power within him, just waiting for the final push that a fourth soul ring would provide to break through.

He mentally calculated—today was his twelfth birthday.

Reaching the Soul Ancestor realm at twelve years old—there was likely no second person on the continent who could boast the same. Not even Tang San had advanced so quickly.

It was at that moment that the God of Shura, long dormant within his martial soul, suddenly spoke:

"Chen Feng, your progress has far exceeded my expectations. I wish you a happy birthday. As a gift… I grant you a Divine Bestowal Soul Ring."

Since the moment of his soul sacrifice, the God of Shura had only ever appeared to issue tasks. He had never engaged in private conversation until now.

Perhaps it was because he didn't wish to interfere with Chen Feng's development. After all, the trials weren't yet complete. Whether Chen Feng would be qualified to inherit or reshape the God of Shura's divine position remained to be seen.

But Chen Feng knew—he was always silently watching.

"Thank you," Chen Feng said sincerely.

The God of Shura's voice echoed again in his mind:

"The Divine Bestowal Soul Ring will adapt its attributes to perfectly match your martial spirit. There is no upper limit to its strength—only what your body can withstand."

"Understood," Chen Feng replied.

"Let us persevere, together."

With those final words, the God of Shura fell silent once more.

At that very moment, Seven Kill Sword Martial Spirit activated automatically. Above the yellow and two purple soul rings, a faint white soul ring appeared, representing the fourth ring of a Soul Ancestor.

Chen Feng recognized it immediately—the Divine Bestowal Soul Ring. Starting from ten years of base cultivation, it would evolve to the highest level his body could endure.

Glancing around and confirming that Dugu Bo was gone, Chen Feng began the absorption process.

As the Shura God had said, Divine Bestowal Soul Rings came with no predefined attributes. They would align with his martial spirit automatically. Because of this, there was no pain during absorption—only a continuous, exhilarating surge of power flowing into his body, smooth and uninterrupted.

White... Yellow... Purple...

In the blink of an eye, the ring passed through three quality thresholds—but the absorption still hadn't stopped.

With all the body tempering he had undergone, Chen Feng's physical resilience had grown immensely.

Moreover, all of his previous soul rings were of superior quality, far beyond that of average soul masters.

Thus, Chen Feng's goal for this fourth soul ring…

Was Ten Thousand Years.