Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 15 Broken Grass? The Extraordinary Sky-Piercing Chrysanthemum!

Seeing Tang San's pleading expression, Ren felt a strange sense of pleasure welling up inside him, as if even the pain in his body had lessened somewhat.

He gently sheathed the sharp, fragmented sword, its tip still warm from the battle, but now it was unusually quiet.

Blade's movements were slow and swift. He crouched down, his gaze as cold as ice, staring at Tang San without a trace of emotion, as if examining a work of art.

In Ren's hand, a wondrous, towering chrysanthemum had materialized without anyone noticing.

It was a legendary herb, its petals crystal clear, emitting a faint glow, each petal containing powerful vitality.

The blade gently plucked the petals, as if performing a ritual.

His movements were unhurried; he plucked each petal with his own hands and casually put it into his mouth.

And so, he took the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum and ate it petal by petal, like a snack, for Tang San to see.

A faint smile played on Ren's lips. His voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of amusement:

"Let you go? Of course, you still have value. You'll be safe until I reach the other side, heh heh."

His words revealed a kind of madness, as if everything was under his control.

Tang San was startled. Although he prided himself on having the protagonist's halo, he dared not be careless in the slightest when facing an opponent like Ren.

He knew that Blade wouldn't let him off easily, but he also wouldn't really kill him.

Although tensions were high between the two sides, they seemed to be maintaining a delicate balance.

Having already humbled himself so much, he naturally wasn't surprised that Ren let him go.

「!?」

but!

The only thing that shocked Tang San was the immortal herb that Ren had eaten! His eyes widened as he stared intently at it.

When Tang San saw the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum in Ren's hand, his heart was once again filled with shock.

It was not just a magical herb, but also a treasure he had longed for.

His eyes were wide open, his gaze fixed on the magical herb, as if trying to see right through it.

His heart was filled with shock and confusion. He didn't understand why the blade would possess such a treasure, nor did he understand why the man would eat it so casually in front of him.

That chrysanthemum was enormous, like a work of art in the world, quietly blooming with its beauty.

Its petals display a deep and magnificent purple, like the deepest color in the sunset, or the brightest star in the night sky.

Each petal is covered with a layer of fine down, giving the entire chrysanthemum a soft shimmer in the sunlight.

It looks exceptionally soft and cute, like a carefully woven velvet fabric, making you want to touch it.

Although this chrysanthemum is enormous, its petals are arranged so tightly that there is not a single gap, as if it had been carefully designed by a master craftsman, making the whole flower a perfect purple sphere.

Surprisingly, this beautiful chrysanthemum did not emit any fragrance, just as its beauty needed no additional embellishment.

The central flower stamen stands tall, more than half a foot high, like a king's crown, displaying its nobility.

The tips of the flower's stamens shimmer with a faint golden light, like the first rays of sunlight falling on the earth at sunrise, both warm and mysterious, inspiring endless imagination about its power.

Tang San stared intently at the extraordinary chrysanthemum, his heart pounding faster at that moment.

According to the records in the Xuan Tian Bao Lu, he recognized the identity of this celestial herb at a glance.

What a treasure this is! A neutral-grade celestial herb, its effects are so powerful that they could drive any cultivator mad.

Consuming it can circulate qi in the limbs, unblock the blood vessels in the eight meridians, and even cultivate an indestructible body!

Tang San couldn't believe his eyes; he had actually seen the legendary Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum here!

What shocked him even more was that Ren picked and ate it so casually!

His indifferent expression made it seem as if what he held in his hand was not a rare and precious medicinal herb, but the most ordinary snack.

What infuriated Tang San the most was that Ren seemed completely unaware of the value of this divine herb.

He ate it with such care, as if he were savoring the most ordinary fruit in the world.

After taking a few bites, Ren seemed to find the taste bitter, and actually spat the flower petals in his mouth directly in front of Tang San, and even casually threw away some of the most precious parts of the herb.

Tang San's heart was bleeding. Such waste was an intolerable crime for any cultivator!

This is such a waste! Tang San cursed inwardly that Ren was ungrateful; this was blasphemy against the essence of heaven and earth!

Tang San roared with rage from the depths of his heart, feeling utterly indignant at Ren's actions.

How could he so disregard such a divine item, so carelessly fail to cherish it? He is truly courting death!

Tang San clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms. If he weren't currently a defeated opponent of Ren,

If it weren't for the fact that he was still unable to contend with the blade, he would have rushed forward without hesitation and snatched the rare and precious Chrysanthemum.

Even the part that the blade spat out contained astonishing medicinal power, making it an incredibly precious treasure for cultivators! And it was still extremely useful!

It looked like Ren was about to carelessly discard and crush the half-eaten Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum.

Tang San's heart ached as if it were on fire, and he could no longer remain silent.

"Blade, wait a minute!"

Tang San's voice was urgent yet polite, despite his excruciating pain.

But he still tried his best to make his tone sound calm, full of curiosity and anticipation.

"I wanted to ask, are you not going to keep this plant?"

Tang San tried to soften his tone, enduring the pain in his buttocks, stomach, and hands, and asked with great curiosity and anticipation.

Blade's gaze swept over Tang San indifferently, as if he were looking at an insignificant object.

He slowly stood up, his body as straight as a sword, his tone as cold as ice, without a trace of emotion.

"It's just a wretched weed; you should worry more about yourself."

Blade's words were like a sharp blade in the cold wind, direct and piercing, cutting through Tang San's hopes.

Tang San's every movement appeared extremely difficult, as if his body was bearing an invisible pressure.

He slowly straightened up, his gaze fixed on the blade, a flash of incredulous rage in his eyes.

The magnificent Chrysanthemum indicum was so contemptuously called "broken grass."

This was undoubtedly a great insult to Tang San.

With his teeth clenched and cheeks slightly puffed out, Tang San's inner rage was like boiling magma, almost bursting out of his chest.

His mind was filled with rage, filled with fury at the blade's ignorance and contempt.

"Blade, you're blind!"

Tang San's inner voice was low and filled with suppressed anger.

"Such a potent herb, and you, an ignorant layman, have wasted it! You deserve to die!!"

However, amidst his anger, a glint of cunning flashed in Tang San's mind.

"Well, that's fine too. You're so clueless! Once I find out how you got here, I'm going to swindle you out of everything!!"

A smug smile curled at the corners of his mouth, as if he could already see the victory to come.

"I never imagined such a miraculous herb existed in this world, and it seems they don't even know about it! Hahaha! Isn't this heaven helping me?"

Tang San was overjoyed; he felt as if the god of fate was smiling upon him.

Seeing a petal carelessly discarded by the blade drifting lightly through the air, Tang San quickly reached out and, with an almost reverent gesture, carefully cupped the petal in his palm.

His movements were gentle, as if he were holding a priceless treasure.

It's a pity it's already been chewed up and is now useless!

Then, Tang San frowned deeply, as if he had suddenly remembered something. He composed himself and said in a pleading tone:

"My dad has been sick recently. He told me that this herb has a therapeutic effect, slightly improving blood circulation and making him feel more energetic. I was thinking of bringing some back for him."

Furthermore, my current injuries require assistance. Please inform Tang San; he will be eternally grateful!

No matter what you think in the future, Tang San will always consider you a friend!

Tang San's tone was full of sincerity and expectation, and his eyes shone with genuine light.

It seems to be telling a son's deep concern for his father and his longing for friends.

He stared intently at the blade, waiting for a response, hoping his request would be granted.

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, he bowed deeply and performed a standard bow, as if he had completely forgotten the beating he had just suffered. His posture was humble, and his expression was full of sincerity and respect.

In his heart, however, he was secretly sneering:

"Heh, I've lowered myself like this, even ignoring your previous attacks. My injuries are all because of you."

"I can still be so magnanimous as to consider you a friend, shouldn't you point me in the right direction?!"

"As long as I know that place, that mysterious land where the miraculous herb, the Heavenly Chrysanthemum, can grow,

There must be top-tier medicinal herbs there that a country bumpkin like you, who knows nothing about treasures, would never even imagine!!

Tang San's heart was filled with both anticipation and calculation for the future.

Upon hearing this, Ren felt a surge of intense pleasure welling up inside him. What a grand and righteous excuse to be his friend!

If he hadn't known Tang San's character, he might have actually been moved by Tang San's sincere words.

"It's a huge joke to be friends with someone who holds grudges and doesn't remember kindness."

Ren thought to himself with a mocking smile, a sneer creeping onto his lips.

Ren found it amusing. These so-called rare and precious chrysanthemums were just a couple of embers from a lottery that he could exchange for a large quantity of, enough to eat as a meal.

But he himself was immortal, and his abundant power was many times greater than that of this immortal herb.

He couldn't offer much improvement; calling him a worthless weed wouldn't be an exaggeration.

It's a bit chewy and slightly bitter, but it can slightly relieve some of the body pain.

That's his only function.

The corners of Ren's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a playful smile. Since Tang San liked to put on this show, he didn't mind playing along.

He lowered his head, his voice low and menacing, as if revealing a secret he wanted to keep hidden, and asked softly:

"You know what this wretched grass is called?"

Tang San was overjoyed to see that Ren had actually asked a question, feeling that this was an opportunity he had earned. He immediately straightened his back, his face full of respect, and answered eagerly.

"The Extraordinary Chrysanthemum!"

Upon hearing this, Ren suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh tinged with madness, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world. His laughter echoed in the air, sounding particularly jarring.

"Heh? Is your dad's anus malfunctioning? Needs a 'clear it'?"

Blade's tone was full of sarcasm, and his eyes gleamed with a playful light, as if he were enjoying Tang San's embarrassment and anger.

"?!?!"

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. He felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and the anger in his heart instantly reached its peak.

But he knew that now was not the time to lash out; for the sake of his ultimate goal, he had to endure humiliation and hardship.

Tang San's lips twitched involuntarily a few times. He suppressed his anger, nodded with difficulty, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth:

I guess so.

Tang San's voice was low and suppressed, each word sounding as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.

His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, as he forcefully suppressed his anger.

A resolute light shone in his eyes as he silently made a vow.

The humiliation of today will be avenged in the future!

[Ding! The protagonist has been greatly insulted; role-playing progress increased by 0.6%!]

[Ding! The protagonist's mentality has been shattered by the host's actions of wasting the immortal herbs; role-playing progress has increased by 0.6%!!]

[Ding! The protagonist lied about his father to obtain information about the immortal herb; the role-playing progress has increased by 0.4%!]

[Current role-playing progress: 10.56%!!]

[Ding! Increased by 2%, gained two more lottery draws! Added one Millennium Soul Ring, plus two more!]

(End of this chapter)