svetikya Chapter 36 Born of Ice and Fire, Died of Ice and Fire
Chapter 36 Born of Ice and Fire, Died of Ice and Fire
Chapter 36 Born of Ice and Fire, Died of Ice and Fire
After his mental search yielded nothing, Zhang Qingxuan's eyes turned cold, and the air around him seemed to freeze. He coldly demanded, "Playing tricks! Who are you? How dare you spy on me in secret!"
"Soul Master, please calm down." Just then, another completely different voice suddenly rang out.
The voice was clear and cold, like shattered jade and scattered pearls, forming a stark contrast to the previous fiery and flamboyant tone.
The sound was so loud that even the white dragon beside it suddenly raised its head, its vertical pupils contracted, its whiskers tensed, and a low, warning hiss came from its throat as it warily surveyed the valley.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingxuan's lips curled into a slightly amused smile: "Oh? You want my help? Then why have you remained silent while I've been here for several days?"
"If they truly wanted help, why wait until now?"
That fervent voice followed, tinged with urgency and ingratiation: "Master Soul Master, please forgive us! We were blind before and did not believe you had the ability to help us."
"But now that we have witnessed you withstand and absorb even a heavenly tribulation, this ability—we are convinced that only you can save us from this dire situation!"
"Heh, then show yourself." Zhang Qingxuan still stood with his hands behind his back, but his gaze swept across every inch of space as if it were a tangible thing: "Let me see who this person is."
"Actually—we're standing right in front of you, you just haven't noticed." The aloof voice carried a hint of helpless self-mockery.
Then, the fiery voice added, its tone rather subtle: "Besides, didn't you previously consider digging up these two immortal herbs to refine pills?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingxuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he almost instantly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the two immortal herbs on the two springs in the center of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Eight-pointed ice grass.
The apricot blossoms are delicate and sparse, like flames.
He flashed forward, appearing at the edge of the spring in a single step. His face now betrayed his shock: "You have actually developed complete sentience?"
"Yes and no." The eight-cornered ice grass gently swayed its crystal-clear branches and leaves, making a crisp rubbing sound.
"We have escaped your divine detection thanks to some special protection, but it is precisely because of this that we are trapped here, in a dilemma."
Zhang Qingxuan raised an eyebrow, concealing his surprise and regaining his indifference: "Just say it. What brings you here?"
Liehuo Xingjiao spoke first, her voice urgent and anxious: "I implore the Soul Master to take action and eliminate those two orbs of Ice and Fire Essence deep within the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Spring!"
"Explain yourself clearly." Zhang Qingxuan's voice was devoid of emotion.
The voice of the Eight-Cornered Ice Grass drifted over, as if recounting a poignant past: "In truth, my sister and I were both made and destroyed by the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire."
"Since our birth, we have been rooted here, absorbing the ultimate essence of ice and fire in the world, and our cultivation has progressed by leaps and bounds, far surpassing all other spiritual plants in the world. This is the gift that the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire has given us."
However, there is no such thing as a free lunch.
Its voice suddenly lowered: "When our cultivation breaks through the 100,000-year mark, we will be shocked to find that our foundation is constantly being lost—all our nutrients and spirituality are being quietly devoured by the two true sources of ice and fire at the bottom of the spring."
Liehuo Xingjiao chimed in, her tone filled with resentment and helplessness: "We fought back with all our might, but our strength all originated from this place. It was like throwing eggs against a rock; we simply couldn't break free from its grasp!"
"At this rate, within three years, our spiritual intelligence will completely dissipate, returning us to the most primordial energy dust in the world."
The eight-cornered ice grass said bitterly, "We were already disheartened. Compared to other immortal herbs that cannot even develop intelligence and are trapped here for life, we are already lucky."
"But today, you have appeared." The delicate branches and leaves of the Fiery Apricot trembled slightly, radiating a scorching heat.
"You dared to devour even the source of a Heavenly Tribulation, so those two orbs of Ice and Fire source shouldn't be difficult for you!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingxuan did not immediately respond, but instead crossed his arms and fell into a brief moment of contemplation.
The two orbs of ice and fire they mentioned are very likely the primordial power left behind by the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King!
After a long pause, he suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife as he stared directly at the two immortal herbs: "Why should I help you?"
"If I were to erase your consciousness now, wouldn't it be easier to obtain two top-grade immortal herbs without any hidden dangers?"
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The moment the words fell, Liehuo Xingjiao fell into a deathly silence, and even the flames around her dimmed a little.
The Eight-Cornered Ice Grass remained unusually calm, even exuding a resolute determination: "If you are willing to lend a helping hand, we two are willing to swear on our souls that we will be loyal to you for eternity and have no other intentions."
"Besides, even if you stand idly by, we will eventually perish. Rather than wait to die, let's gamble on this glimmer of hope."
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Zhang Qingxuan's gaze slowly shifted between the two immortal herbs, weighing the pros and cons.
A moment later, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly chuckled, the sound echoing through the valley: "It seems—you are indeed quite lucky."
"Today, you've met the right people."
"Thank you, Master!" the Eight-Cornered Ice Grass and the Fiery Apricot responded in unison, their voices filled with excitement and relief.
"Since that's the case, then accept this pledge of allegiance." Zhang Qingxuan flicked his fingertips, and two incomparably profound streams of light shot out, containing powerful soul restrictions that went straight into the core souls of the two immortal herbs.
"clear."
They offered no resistance whatsoever, even voluntarily opening their soul defenses, allowing the profound light containing the will of the sovereign to merge into the depths of their souls.
From then on, the master and servant were bound together by cause and effect, and could no longer be separated.
Meanwhile, at the Li family mansion in Wuhun City.
Yang Wanqing had just finished circulating her soul power when she slowly opened her eyes and saw her husband, Li Yuntian, standing behind her.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his brows showing less of the weariness of his past and more of a calm and composed demeanor.
"How's it going? How far have you gotten with the business handover?" Yang Wanqing stood up, straightened her clothes, and asked with concern.
Since receiving the cultivation technique from Zhang Qingxuan that day, the couple reached a consensus: rather than being entangled in mundane affairs all day, they should gradually transform the 60% of the profits into physical assets and hand them over to the Spirit Hall for management.
In this way, one can have more time to focus on cultivation and no longer have to waste energy on those petty and despicable businesses.
When his wife asked, Li Yuntian nodded slightly, a look of relief flashing in his eyes: "Yes, it's all settled. His Holiness the Pope has agreed. In the past few days, I've directly handed over most of the business to the Spirit Hall."
He paused, his tone growing increasingly resolute: "In another ten days or so, we'll transfer the rest as well. In the end, we'll only have a few businesses like whale glue left, enough to cover the Li family's daily expenses and cultivation resources—that will be sufficient!"
After hearing her husband's words, Yang Wanqing breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.
However, she immediately frowned slightly, as if she had remembered something thorny: "Those people—what do you plan to do with them?"
They probably won't let this go easily.
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