BTTH : Emperor Yang

Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Ice Spirit Cold Fountain

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At the end of the corridor.

Wei Yang reached out and touched the seemingly wooden door in front of him.

”Looks like wood, but it’s actually an iron door forged from refined steel, covered in a thin layer of wood.” He chuckled, shaking his head. Without hesitation, he released his soul power, infiltrating the door’s internal mechanisms and unlocking it from within.

As they stepped inside—

The room was spacious, but just like the rest of the house, it was littered with trash and miscellaneous junk.

An elderly man, dressed in filthy, tattered robes, lay sprawled across a table, snoring softly in deep sleep.

Wei Yang’s gaze swept across the room, finally pausing on a glass display counter—his eyes flashing with surprise.

”Wow! So many rare herbs!”

Xian’er had also noticed the collection. She released Wei Yang’s hand and hurried forward, her face brimming with excitement as she admired the neatly displayed medicinal herbs beneath the crystal covers.

”Fireheart Seven-Leaf Flower, Blood Crystal Grass, Blue Rock Core Stone, Violet Blood Ganoderma...”

She murmured the names under her breath, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Wei Yang walked over, his expression one of mild astonishment.

Each and every herb here was considered incredibly rare in the outside world—yet here they were, all gathered in one place.

This collection was nothing short of extraordinary.

You could doubt this so-called ’Pill King’ Gu He’s older brother in many aspects, but you could not question his eye for quality—or his peculiar hoarding habits.

If an herb made it into his collection, then it was guaranteed to be at least Tier 4.

Not only that, but these herbs were exceptionally rare, the kind that were practically priceless due to their scarcity.

And here, there were over forty to fifty different kinds, all casually placed on crystal stands.

Little Xian’er was so ecstatic that she nearly lost herself in excitement.

She had always had a natural weakness for precious medicinal herbs.

Just like in the original storyline—back when she wasn’t even a Dou Zhe, she had been bold enough to challenge Xiao Yan over the herbs growing in that small flowerbed.

Even after entering a hidden treasure vault, where gold coins were piled like mountains, she hadn’t spared them a single glance.

Instead, her eyes had fixated solely on the medicinal plants.

That was how obsessed she was with rare herbs.

And now that she had stepped onto the path of an alchemist, this obsession—or passion, depending on how you looked at it—had only intensified.

”Brother Yang.”

After a long while, Xian’er finally snapped out of her trance.

She pushed back the hood of her cloak, revealing a delicate, palm-sized face, flushed with excitement.

Walking up to Wei Yang, she wrapped her arms around his, biting her lower lip slightly. A soft pink blush dusted her cheeks, her bright watery eyes gazing up at him.

Then, in the sweetest, most delicate voice, she purred—

”Brother Yang~”

Wei Yang felt his bones go soft instantly.

Covering his forehead, he sighed.

This girl... she even pulled out the beauty trap on me...

Waving his hand in surrender, he relented, ”If you like them, just take them. They’re all yours.”

”Yay! Thank you, Brother Yang!”

Xian’er cheered, standing on tiptoes to plant a light peck on his lips.

Then, she spun around joyfully, hurrying to the crystal display.

Carefully, she opened the case, removing the precious herbs—each one meticulously stored in jade boxes to preserve their potency.

One by one, she transferred them into her storage ring, her humming filling the room as she worked.

She looked just like a busy little bee, buzzing around gleefully as she gathered her treasures.

Wei Yang shook his head with a smile, watching her with amusement.

Turning away, he walked up to the cluttered table, his gaze falling on the sleeping old man.

Who would have thought?

This frail-looking, filthy, unkempt old man was actually the biological older brother of the renowned Pill King Gu He—a man feared and respected across the Jia Ma Empire.

With swift and precise movements, Wei Yang reached out and slipped the storage ring off the old man’s bony finger.

His powerful soul power surged forth, brutally breaking through the soul imprint and seals within the ring—forcefully claiming it as his own.

”Hmph.”

The disheveled old man, still deep in sleep, let out a low grunt, his brows furrowing slightly.

But—he did not wake up.

Wei Yang paid him no mind.

With Xian’er’s custom-made sleeping drug in effect, waking up was out of the question.

His soul perception swept through the storage ring.

This was a ring with a spacious internal dimension—approximately twenty square meters in area and about five meters in height.

Inside, various miscellaneous items were piled together: books, journals, pill formulas, scrolls, gold coins, gold cards, cauldrons, vials, and all sorts of other knickknacks.

Wei Yang carefully scanned every item, extracting anything that might contain residual imprints and dropping them onto the floor.

Only after confirming that there were no hidden dangers did he store the ring away.

Now wasn’t the time to check its contents.

At that moment, his robes and hair started to flutter without wind as a surge of formidable soul power spread out, meticulously scanning every inch of the room.

Before long—

A hidden stone slab shifted aside.

Several objects came flying out, suspended in midair before Wei Yang.

These were four thick, ancient tomes.

With a thought, the books flipped open, and Wei Yang’s gaze swept across the contents.

He quickly realized—

These books contained records of rare treasures, peculiar legends, unique environments, and detailed descriptions of precious medicinal herbs.

”Not bad.”

He nodded in satisfaction and stored them away.

Such books were invaluable—a culmination of countless years of exploration and research by their authors, essentially serving as the Dou Qi Continent’s version of an encyclopedia.

Reading them would greatly expand his knowledge and broaden his horizons.

Still, Wei Yang did not stop there.

He continued scanning the room with his soul power, leaving no stone unturned.

And then—

His expression stiffened.

His gaze turned peculiar as it slowly landed on the sleeping old man.

After a brief hesitation, he forced himself to endure his disgust.

With a single thought—

A ring slowly floated up from the old man’s lower body.

Yes.

From down there.

Wei Yang’s face twitched violently.

Who could have imagined that the storage ring had been hidden in such a place?!

At first, he had merely swept his perception over the area, thinking it unlikely that anything would be hidden there—but to his absolute shock—

There was.

The ring had been directly worn on that thing.

Can you even believe that?!

But to be fair—

It was actually a brilliant hiding spot.

Who would ever think to check someone’s lower body when searching for a ring?

This old bastard...

Suppressing his urge to vomit, Wei Yang retrieved a handkerchief from his storage ring.

With extreme caution, he wrapped the ring tightly and wiped it down vigorously.

Only then did he extend his soul power, brutally shattering the restrictions within the ring and diving into its contents.

Inside, the spatial capacity was similar to the previous one.

However, its contents were vastly different.

This ring contained only five items.

But when Wei Yang saw them, his eyes lit up instantly.

Each of these five items was an extraordinarily rare treasure.

And among them—

The very thing he had been searching for.

With a flick of his mind, a palm-sized white jade box floated before him.

The box was sealed tightly.

Except for the opening at the top, there was not even the slightest gap in its structure.

Even so, despite the thick jade walls, Wei Yang could still sense the chilling aura seeping from within.

Carefully, he lifted the lid.

At that moment—

A swirling mist of icy vapor surged out, rapidly spreading through the room.

In an instant, the temperature plummeted drastically.

But Wei Yang paid no mind to the sudden chill.

His gaze was glued to the contents of the jade box.

Inside—

A thick layer of frosted ice was neatly stacked.

And at the very center of the ice—

A small, delicate, mutton-fat jade bottle sat serenely.

A frigid aura coiled around the bottle, exuding an intense cold that could freeze one’s soul.

Wei Yang inhaled sharply.

Then, a grin spread across his face.

”Found it—the Ice Spirit Cold Fountain!”

This was an exceptionally rare Heaven and Earth treasure, formed in the coldest of extreme environments.

More importantly—

It was an invaluable aid in refining Heavenly Flames.

During the process of absorbing and refining a Heavenly Flame, consuming Ice Spirit Cold Fountain would shield one’s meridians from the devastating heat, preventing them from being severely burned or destroyed.

A truly priceless treasure.

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