Under Yang Wudi's arrangements, Chen Feng and Yu Tianlong were given a quiet room to rest and recuperate.
Yang Wudi himself personally visited to examine Chen Feng's condition and concoct medicine for him.
It had to be said—the Breaking Clan's medical skills were indeed top-notch. In just a few days, Chen Feng's body, previously drained of spirit power, felt renewed with strength. The shattered Eight Spider Lances were also rapidly regenerating on their own. Even the injuries inflicted by the Purple-Robed Bishop had largely healed. Though full recovery would take some time, he was no longer in critical condition.
In comparison, Yang Dianfeng's injuries were much harder to treat. The mental blow he had taken left him bedridden for three full days before he finally began to recover.
When it came to spiritual trauma, not even the Breaking Clan had an effective cure. The only thing they could do was wait.
Taking advantage of this rare moment of peace, Chen Feng pulled out a stalk of Grade Nine Violet Ganoderma.
"Tianlong, I once promised I'd help you heal. Things have been hectic lately, but now that we finally have a break, it's time to fulfill that promise."
Chen Feng handed the ganoderma to Yu Tianlong.
Yes—this was the very same precious herb that Tang San once gave to Yu Xiaogang. Though not quite a true immortal herb, it still possessed powerful restorative properties that could replenish one's foundation and enhance soul recovery. Now, it had been intercepted by Chen Feng.
He continued:
"This herb is called Grade Nine Violet Ganoderma. During your clan's annual exam, wasn't the reward a Grade Nine Violet Ginseng? This Ganoderma is of equal rank and in no way inferior. I believe it will help you."
Yu Tianlong was visibly moved.
"Chen Feng… this is too valuable. I can't accept it. There must be another way…"
"Oh? You don't want it?" Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, feigning exaggerated disappointment.
"Well, I should let you know—aside from this, I've got no other options."
"...Then I guess I'll take it."
After a brief hesitation, Yu Tianlong accepted the herb.
Ever since his right arm was crippled, his spiritual power had stagnated. He was eventually cast out by his clan, suffering humiliation and hardship.
Now, finally, he had a chance to change his fate—and no one could value it more than he did.
Cradling the soft violet herb in his hands, Yu Tianlong said no more. But in his heart, he silently etched this favor deep into memory.
Following Chen Feng's instructions, Yu Tianlong consumed the herb and sat cross-legged to begin refining its medicinal essence.
Two hours later…
Yu Tianlong slowly opened his eyes.
There wasn't anything overly dramatic—his skin now had a faint sheen, and his entire being seemed more vibrant, exuding new life and energy.
"From Rank 34 to Rank 37… I wasn't able to cultivate at all this past year, but this Grade Nine Violet Ganoderma made up the gap. Chen Feng, I really can't thank you enough."
Feeling the transformation within his body, Yu Tianlong spoke sincerely. What Chen Feng had given him was nothing short of a second chance at life.
His previously withered right arm, stimulated by the herb, now had its meridians reconnected—and it even seemed in better condition than before.
Though it still looked slightly thinner than his muscular left arm, with dedicated training, it wouldn't take long to regain full symmetry.
Yu Tianlong moved his right arm slowly—it felt surreal, almost like a dream.
Chen Feng smiled.
"We're teammates. No need for formalities. Don't forget our goal—championship."
"I won't." Yu Tianlong nodded solemnly.
He was eager to prove himself in the upcoming tournament—and to prove to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan that they had been wrong.
Sunset Forest — near the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well
Tang San had once again been brought here by Dugu Bo. This time, though, it wasn't about detoxification, but pure revenge on behalf of his granddaughter.
When Tang San awoke from unconsciousness, he found himself surrounded by pitch-black darkness.
Only two eerie green lights flickered in the shadows.
Circulating Xuan Tian Technique, Tang San regained control of his soul power. Strength returned to his limbs, but he didn't move. Master had taught him: in moments of danger, the more you panic, the worse off you'll be. Stay calm.
"No need to play dead. You're awake, aren't you? Are you just thirteen? You act more like a seasoned veteran."
Dugu Bo's raspy voice echoed from behind.
Tang San sat up silently and stared coldly at him.
He knew perfectly well why he'd been brought here. Falling into the hands of this poison-wielding Title Douluo—what fate could await him?
But he wasn't going to sit still and await death. He had to bide his time—find the right moment to escape.
"Old freak, you're just here to avenge your granddaughter, aren't you?" Tang San sneered.
"Let me be honest—beating her had nothing to do with skill. It's just that your poisonous methods were so sloppy, you didn't even realize you poisoned yourself!"
Dugu Bo's green hair and eyes—a result of the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor's venom—didn't escape Tang San's keen observation. As someone skilled in medicine, Tang San easily spotted the signs.
By calling out the flaw in his martial soul, Tang San hoped to hold leverage.
If Dugu Bo needs detoxification, he won't dare kill me… right?
Tang San smirked to himself, secretly pleased with his deduction.
But Dugu Bo's reaction wasn't what he expected.
Instead of flying into a rage, the old man shrugged indifferently.
"You're saying I'm poisoned? Sure, I'll admit it."
He didn't even mention that Chen Feng had already detoxified him. He wanted to toy with the boy, for his granddaughter's sake.
Tang San was stunned.
Why is he so calm?
"This poison is deadly. It came from your martial soul—it could kill you. Even if you don't care about your life, what about your granddaughter's?"
Tang San tried again.
Dugu Bo picked his nose lazily.
"Uh-huh. So?"
"I can cure you," Tang San said, confident again.
"But you have to let me go first."
Dugu Bo tilted his head, pretending to consider. Then he nodded.
"Sure, go ahead and cure me. I'd love to see how you do it."
He sent Tang San outside to gather herbs.
When Tang San saw the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, he was beyond thrilled.
This is it! The fabled treasure trove of heaven and earth!
A place where natural energy converged, rich with spiritual essence. Here, ordinary herbs could grow for ten years and yield the equivalent of a hundred years of potency elsewhere.
This was an ideal cultivation ground for immortal herbs.
There it was—the mystical hot-and-cold spring in front of him!
Tang San's heart surged with excitement as he advanced and activated his Purple Demon Eye, scanning the area for treasures.
But half an hour later… he was dumbfounded.
"Eye-Clearing Autumn Dew, All-Through Golden Chrysanthemum, Fragrant Delicate Immortal, Lovesick Heartbreak Red… All these immortal herbs grew here, but all that's left are roots. Where are the flowers?!"