Douluo Continent: The True Body and Blood Soul, Starting from Blacksmithing

Chapter 99 Raising a hand, two medicinal herbs

Upon seeing Lin Yu wake up, the middle-aged man raised his hand.

With a casual upward lift of that broad palm, a powerful soul force, so strong it seemed to freeze the air, surged forth from its center.

The soul power did not radiate outwards as any dazzling light, but instead condensed into an invisible pillar, precisely supporting Lin Yu under his armpits and in his vest, steadily lifting him up.

Lin Yu felt her body lighten, and before she could even put any force into her feet, the force had already straightened her posture. The hem of her robe dragged across the ground, making a slight rustling sound.

The moment he stood up, Lin Yu reached for his chest with his right hand and pulled the Golden Thunder Bone-Shattering Staff out from his chest.

The moment the staff touched his hand, he felt the cool touch of metal. The fine lightning patterns on the surface of the staff lit up slightly upon contact with his skin, flashing with a few streaks of purple electricity before disappearing again.

Lin Yu's bones are still trembling, not from a psychological effect, but from a physical tremor.

Having just barely survived the baptism of soul bone energy, the lingering warmth of the scorching heat still remained deep within his bone marrow. The trabeculae of every bone were trembling slightly, emitting a subtle hum that only he could perceive.

He tried to bend his knees twice but couldn't get any leverage, so he had to lean forward, put his hands on top of each other on the head of the bone-crushing club, and use the club to support himself.

As Lin Yu turned around, supporting himself with the Golden Thunder Bone-Shattering Staff, he saw that the middle-aged man had already stood up.

The other person stood up silently, without any unnecessary swaying of their knees or back, simply standing there naturally, the folds in their robes smoothing out one by one as they straightened up.

What Lin Yu was also concerned about was that the other party was groping for the bone that the silver-robed and golden-armored man had spat out.

The bone was remarkably similar in size and shape to a human leg bone, with a pale golden sheen on its surface, as smooth as a carefully polished ivory.

The middle-aged man's slender fingers slowly caressed the bone surface, occasionally tapping lightly with his fingertips, producing a clear and melodious bone-ringing sound, each sound echoing subtly between the walls of the cultivation room.

Over the middle-aged man's shoulder, Lin Yu saw Xue Qinghe at the other end of the training room.

The number of people on this continent who can make Xue Qinghe stand aside can be counted on one hand.

Although it's predictable, the performance still needs to be maintained.

"Thank you for your timely intervention, senior. Otherwise, my chances of absorbing the soul bone would have been slim."

This sounds a bit sarcastic, since one can absorb the soul bone even without the other party's intervention.

Qian Daoliu didn't put on airs. He put down the bone that resembled a human leg bone and frankly addressed his problem.

"I'm sorry, young man. Your soul bone absorption process was truly nerve-wracking. I was afraid there would be problems with your absorption, so I intervened. I didn't expect it to backfire. I'm very sorry."

The middle-aged man took out a herb from his sleeve. The herb was wrapped in a layer of pale golden soul power and slowly floated towards Lin Yu.

The medicinal properties of the herbs had already begun to permeate the air when they were no more than three feet away from my hand.

Lin Yu felt a hot breath rush towards him, which entered his nostrils and went straight to his head, giving him a sudden burst of energy.

Upon closer inspection, the air carried a subtle, refreshing herbal bitterness, along with a slightly fishy sweetness. The combination of these scents was not unpleasant; instead, it compelled him to take a deep breath.

"Young man, you've been frightened. Take a look and see if this compensation is enough. Once you're satisfied, we can continue our discussion."

The middle-aged man's voice was steady, his speech was slow, and the last syllable of each word was pronounced firmly, carrying a kind of peacefulness that made it hard for anyone to feel any resistance.

Before even getting his hands on the herbs, Lin Yu felt his body begin to stir.

The soul power within his body, like a school of fish that has smelled bait, began to surge restlessly in his meridians, impacting the meridian walls in circles.

The capillaries under the skin dilate, and a faint flush appears all the way from the collarbone to the fingertips.

The moment his fingers touched the herb stems, a surge of intense heat instantly rose from his fingertips to his palm.

This herb is physically too hot to handle.

It wasn't the warmth of medicine, but a genuine high temperature.

Lin Yu's finger flicked unconsciously, and a small red mark even appeared on the fingertip from the burn.

He looked down at the herbs in his hand. The leaves were dark red, and some kind of luminous liquid flowed through the veins, as if something was slowly burning inside the leaves.

The rootstock is covered with a thin, dry skin, as thin as a cicada's wing, which crumbles into fine powder at the slightest touch, and each grain of powder is a burning hot spot on the palm of your hand.

He had encountered ancient herbs before, but the only difference between them and thousand-year-old herbs was that the former were slightly more potent.

The ancient herb in front of you has a violent, surface-level medicinal power that can ignite your blood from three feet away.

This herb may not be the kind that is just over 10,000 years old, or it may be that the quality of this 10,000-year-old herb is higher.

The sincerity of this apology is truly worthy of being called a model of martial virtue on this continent; the resentment that had just risen in my heart instantly dissipated by more than half.

Lin Yu's expression didn't change much, but his hands moved very quickly. With a flick of his wrist, the storage soul tool was already open, and the herbs were steadily stuffed inside.

Just as he finished collecting the first herb, before he could even glance toward Xue Qinghe, another herb was taken out by the middle-aged man.

This one is different from the previous one. This grass has dark green leaves with tiny serrated protrusions densely covering the edges of the leaves. A drop of crystal-clear liquid condenses at the tip of each serration, and when the light shines on it, it refracts a seven-colored shimmer.

The trail of herbs carried a faint, fresh scent of grass and wood, completely different from the scalding, domineering aroma of the previous herb; instead, it possessed a cool and restrained fragrance.

Xue Qinghe, who had been maintaining his calm demeanor in the distance, unconsciously clenched his hands under his sleeves as he saw his grandfather give him two herbs in the blink of an eye.

He maintained his composure, his smile remained unchanged, but the muscles in his cheeks twitched slightly as he gritted his teeth. He reacted quickly, but it didn't escape Lin Yu's notice.

Qian Daoliu remained unmoved, not even glancing at his granddaughter.

"Young brother," Qian Daoliu said, steadily handing the second herb to Lin Yu, his tone still calm, even more solemn than before.

"This is for you on behalf of the First Prince. He promised to protect you beforehand, but my involvement caused the protection to fail. Please don't let my actions ruin your relationship."