Douluo Dragon King: I am the Lord of the Abyss, the King of Eternal Night.

Chapter 162 Nine Dragons Elixir, Ascending the Golden Ancient Tree!
"Huh? Didn't I give you sixty or seventy last time? Have you used them all?" Makino asked, his forehead twitching at the question.

"Master, I really want to become stronger." Aruheng hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "I accidentally used it all up..."

Makino placed his hand on Aruheng's shoulder, narrowed his eyes slightly, and after carefully sensing the sensation, let out a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, his medicines were made from extracted rare and precious herbs and had virtually no side effects. As long as Aruheng's body could tolerate them, they could stimulate his internal energy and blood to the greatest extent.

"Snapped!"

After confirming that everything was correct, Mu Ye took out a storage ring and placed it in Aruheng's hand, saying, "This is full of potions to stimulate blood and qi. Take it."

Upon hearing this, Aruheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly thanked him.

"Remember, cultivation must be done steadily and surely. Do not be too impetuous or pursue speed, lest you damage your foundation," Mu Ye solemnly instructed.

"Don't worry, Master, I will definitely proceed steadily and surely!" Aruheng put away his storage ring and patted his chest to assure him.

He can now get five injections in one go a day, so he's definitely in good shape.

Mu Ye raised his eyes and raised a finger. Why did he feel that Aruheng's understanding was not quite the same as his own?

But Mu Ye didn't think much of it at the moment and said seriously, "Also, there are five of these prepared for your Uncle Zhenhua. Remember to send them to him. Don't forget to tell him to eat on time, rest on time, eat less meat, and exercise more."

“Okay, okay,” Aruheng replied repeatedly.

He felt that his master cared a lot about Uncle Zhenhua...

After a while, seeing Aruheng still standing there, Muye couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Is there something else?"

"Hehehe, Master, is our sect short of money?" Aruheng scratched his head and chuckled.

"Nonsense, the place we're living in now was provided by Lord Leng, so do you think we're short of money?" Mu Ye glared at Aruheng in annoyance.

“Master, I have a way to make money. We can sell this potion to those big powers. We’re sure to make a fortune.” Aruheng said confidently, taking out a vial of the potion.

As a user himself, he was certain that this potion was also applicable to Soul Masters with Beast Martial Souls, which would allow for a wider distribution.

"You, you're always daydreaming. Where would our Body Sect get so many spiritual herbs?" Mu Ye said, rubbing his forehead.

"Master, didn't Uncle Hu Jie say last time that he was in charge of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well?" Aruheng asked.

“Yes.” Makino nodded, looking puzzled. What did this have to do with them?

“Master, look! Uncle-Master Hu Jie is in charge of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, and Senior Brother Hu Jie is also a member of our Body Sect. In other words, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well belongs to our Body Sect!” Aruheng said excitedly, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

"With the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, we will have no shortage of spiritual herbs. Perhaps we can even use it to recruit Soul Masters with True Body Martial Souls to strengthen our True Body Sect."

Upon hearing this, Mu Ye was slightly taken aback. How did the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well suddenly become part of their Body Sect?

Mu Ye was so angry that he laughed, and gave his eldest disciple a deep look.

He originally thought that Guang Xiaoxiu had truly mastered his skills, but he never expected that Aruheng, who usually looked like he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, would surpass his master even more.

“Master, this potion doesn’t have a name yet, right? How about we call it the Nine Dragons Potion? It’s strong and potent, what do you think? We can promote it again later…” Aruheng continued excitedly.

Seeing his disciple who seemed to have forgotten the meaning of the world, Mu Ye waved his hand to interrupt him: "Stop fantasizing and go to rest. Unless the Tang Sect headquarters is bombed and those two hall masters are gone, this thing will not be our Body Sect's turn."

"Alright." Interrupted by Mu Ye, Aruheng's excitement gradually faded, and he replied regretfully.

Then, under Makino's gaze, he walked outside, muttering to himself:

"It's impossible for the Tang Clan to be bombed, but it's also impossible for the Tang Clan not to be bombed..."

Makino's lips twitched, and he sighed softly.

Although his disciple's strength has been steadily improving, his left and right hemispheres of the brain have started to fight each other.

……

The next day.

The rising sun spread its rays, bathing Shrek Academy, a complex of buildings with a history spanning twenty thousand years. Lake Poseidon rippled, its clear waters reflecting the azure sky, with fish occasionally leaping and creating ripples.

"Bang!" A crisp sound rang out, and a small wooden boat came to rest beside the rocks around Poseidon Island.

Dressed in white, Jiang Xiu leaped from the small boat, his tall figure gracefully landing on Poseidon Island.

As soon as Jiang Xiu stepped onto Poseidon Island, he could clearly feel that the concentration of soul power here was far higher than that outside, and there was also a trace of light and warmth.

All of this comes from the towering golden tree in the very center of Poseidon Island.

The massive, golden tree stood there silently, seemingly connecting heaven and earth, radiating an incomparably divine brilliance.

On the ancient golden tree, there is a magnificent building built against it, with a gleaming golden plaque that outlines the three powerful characters "Sea God Pavilion".

Just as Jiang Xiu was observing carefully, a gentle voice rang in his ear.

"Don't move. I'll take you into the Sea God's Pavilion."

As soon as Jiang Xiu had a thought, he felt the space around him change, with wisps of silver ripples spreading out, as if the world were spinning.

"This is..." When Jiang Xiu opened his eyes again, he found himself in a conference room. The room was filled with warm and rich light. Instead of walls, there were wooden walls with golden patterns all around. At first glance, it was quite mysterious.

"Jiang, please have a seat." A soft laugh came from behind, and Ya Li and Yun Ming were sitting at the conference table.

The one who just used spatial power was Yun Ming.

"Greetings, Your Excellencies," Jiang Xiu said with a slight bow.

"Jiang, are you sure you want to use this opportunity to cultivate inside the Golden Ancient Tree right now?" Ya Li asked gently, her blue eyes flashing as she looked at the composed Jiang Xiu.

"Hmm." Jiang Xiu nodded slightly, a glint of light flashing in his purple eyes.

After entering the Sea God's Pavilion, the mark left to him by the spirit of the old plane has been reverberating in his heart.

“Alright, let’s begin now. After you finish your cultivation, I will give you those two 100,000-year-old soul bones.” Seeing that Jiang Xiu had confirmed, Ya Li said softly, then looked at Yun Ming beside her, “Thank you for your trouble, Brother Ming.”

Yun Ming gave Jiang Xiu a deep look, then without saying a word, he waved his hand, and Jiang Xiu's figure passed through the wall and entered a spacious room, which was filled with countless dragon heads.

After Jiang Xiu disappeared, only Yun Ming and Ya Li remained in the room.

As the door to that room closed, Yun Ming felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and even his brows furrowed slightly.

"Brother Ming, what's wrong?" Ya Li noticed Yun Ming's change and asked softly.

"It's nothing, it's just that for some reason, I feel a little empty inside, like... like I have the illusion that a mouse has gotten into the rice jar." Yun Ming carefully felt it.

"Hehehe," Ya Li smiled gently, "Do you think it was caused by Jiang Xiu just now? Then Brother Ming, you're really mistaken."

"Among the conditions set, entering the Golden Ancient Tree for meditation and cultivation is quite simple."

At the time, Ya Li thought that Jiang Xiu had brought it up because he didn't understand.

After all, the Golden Tree has always existed, and the number of times one can cultivate and meditate is virtually infinite.

"It must be my imagination..." Yun Ming murmured to himself, but he still felt uneasy, as if something was about to leave him.

Ya Li smiled slightly, thinking to herself, "Once Jiang Xiu finishes his meditation, I can delve deeper into his method of controlling the power of faith..."

……

In the room filled with the power of light, Jiang Xiu slowly opened his eyes, feeling as if he had fallen into a clear spring, and his whole expression relaxed.

But at that moment, the gray tree mark on the back of his right hand began to flash wildly.

Immediately afterwards, he heard an old voice.

"You finally came……"

(End of this chapter)