"That's a Cinnabar Lotus? It can actually grow this big?" Unlike the nourishing Snow Silkworm, the Cinnabar Lotus thrived in cold, yin energy. It was inherently cold in nature, counteracting excessive heat, and was also a precious medicinal herb with remarkable efficacy in treating fire-based poisons.
Both the Snow Silkworm and the Cinnabar Lotus were rare treasures.
If Tang San had encountered these two herbs under normal circumstances, he would have been immediately drawn to them. But at this moment, he had no time to examine them closely, because his gaze was quickly pulled away by a faint, ethereal fragrance.
It was a large, leafless flower of pale pink, its stem three feet long. The blossom was enormous, easily a foot in diameter, and every petal looked as though it were carved from crystal—translucent and luminous. The pale pink flower swayed gently in the mist, growing on the bank where the red and white springs met. Though Tang San was still over ten meters away, he could already catch that subtle, enchanting fragrance.
The pistils were a pale purple, like tiny purple diamonds embedded within. Though the scent traveled far, it was never overpowering—just a delicate, clean fragrance, as captivating as a young woman's natural perfume.
When Tang San first laid eyes on this enormous pink blossom, he was momentarily stunned. With some distance still between them, he couldn't immediately identify what it was. He quickened his pace, walked up to the flower, and leaned in for a closer sniff.
The fragrance was the same—it didn't grow stronger with his approach. Still that same delicate, clean scent, refreshing and soothing. It eased the discomfort Tang San had begun to feel from standing so close to the Ice Fire Yin-Yang Wells.
What was this? It felt strangely familiar. Tang San vaguely sensed that this flower held a place in his memory, yet he couldn't quite grasp it. The only thing he could be certain of was that this blossom before him was no ordinary heavenly treasure—it was a true immortal-grade herb.
Tang San instinctively turned around, intending to examine the other herbs, but just as he did, he witnessed something extraordinary.
The area around them had been shrouded in darkness, but now everything had turned a soft shade of pink. This pink radiance formed a dome roughly ten meters in diameter. The color was faint, but with his Purple Extreme Demon Eye's extraordinary acuity, Tang San immediately determined that his eyes were not deceiving him. He turned back toward the flower and finally realized that this pale pink barrier of light was centered on the blossom itself.
In that instant, the blockage in his mind cleared, and insight flashed through him. A name burst from Tang San's lips: "Fragrant Silk Celestial Flower."
That was it—the Fragrant Silk Celestial Flower. Tang San's heart had begun to tremble. He had at least seen the Snow Silkworm and the Cinnabar Lotus before, even if the specimens he'd encountered were far inferior to these. But this delicate pink flower, swaying so gracefully before him, was a rare celestial treasure unlike anything he had ever witnessed. It was recorded in the final secret pages of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.
Tang San was almost certain that this Fragrant Silk Celestial Flower had been born of the Ice Fire Yin-Yang Wells themselves, rather than transplanted here by the old monster Dugu Bo.
The Fragrant Silk Celestial Flower was the supreme counter to all poisons, capable of neutralizing any toxin. It could not cure poison on its own, but it could suppress it. The pale pink barrier Tang San now saw was the range within which it could neutralize poison—and that layer of pink radiance was invisible from outside the barrier.
The Fragrant Silk Celestial Flower's fragrance was ethereal and refined. Within its range, no poison could take effect. Its scent possessed the power to neutralize a hundred toxins.
Of course, if one had already been poisoned before entering the flower's fragrant domain, the Fragrant Silk Celestial Flower would be of no help whatsoever. It could be said that it was the finest protective immortal herb against poison—its only limitation was that it could not cure an existing affliction.
Tang San felt his head spinning slightly. He had always believed that immortal-grade treasures like this existed only in legends, yet here one stood before him. With this Fragrant Silk Celestial Flower present, the old monster Dugu Bo's poison release was nothing but a joke.
Taking a deep breath, Tang San quickly circled the Ice Fire Yin-Yang Wells. With just a cursory glance, he had already spotted countless treasures. There were even specimens like the Nine-Grade Dragon Fungus—at least seven or eight types of immortal-grade herbs had already caught his eye, and the number of superior medicinal plants beyond counting.
Among these herbs, poisonous ones made up more than half, but those with beneficial properties were plentiful as well. Like the twin springs of the Ice Fire Yin-Yang Wells, they stood in opposition to one another.
After a brief survey, Tang San's heart gradually grew calm. Had anyone else who knew the properties of these herbs been in his place, they likely would have been unable to resist stuffing the heavenly treasures into their mouths. But Tang San would never do such a thing. Having once been a member of the Tang Sect, he understood all too well the power of these heavenly treasures—and also their terrible danger. Used incorrectly, even an immortal herb could become a lethal poison. These heavenly-grade medicinal plants all possessed extremely potent properties; consuming too many would almost certainly result in irreversible side effects.
Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't help but feel a secret admiration for Dugu Bo. He knew that while Dugu Bo might not understand these herbs as thoroughly as he did, the old man must have known that many of them held great benefits—yet he had restrained himself from consuming them. That showed a certain level of understanding when it came to herbalism.