Reborn in Douyi: Huo Yuhao and his wife kill Tang San!

"Senior Poison Douluo, we need some herbs to strengthen our cultivation. Could you please do us this favor?"

Faced with Huo Yuhao's neither humble nor arrogant words, Dugu Bo's withered cheeks twitched slightly.

He had lived in seclusion in this Sunset Forest for many years, and he had long regarded the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well and the strange flowers and plants around it as his own private property.

If it were anyone else, daring to say something like "borrowing herbs," he would have already turned them into pus with a dose of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent King's Poison.

But at this moment, he dared not.

The two scarlet 100,000-year soul rings on Wang Dong'er's body weighed on his heart like two mountains.

He had no chance of winning against a level 93 twin martial soul genius with a 91-year soul ring.

What's more, the other side is backed by the number one sect in the world—the Haotian Sect.

"Hmph, since you are a distinguished guest of the Haotian Sect, I will naturally give you some face." Dugu Bo snorted coldly, suppressing the pain and resentment in his heart, and stepped aside to make way for him.

"Thank you, senior." Huo Yuhao smiled slightly, took Wang Dong'er and Di Qiu'er's hands, and stepped into the valley behind the poisonous miasma.

After passing through the last bit of fog, the view suddenly opened up before us.

A strange spring, displaying red and blue colors intersecting like a yin-yang symbol, appeared before the three of them.

The scorching heat and extreme cold blend perfectly here, and around the spring, various plants of different shapes and sizes grow, exuding amazing spiritual energy.

Wang Dong'er and Di Qiu'er were both stunned by this extraordinary sight that seemed to defy the laws of nature, while Huo Yuhao's gaze quickly swept over the celestial herbs.

Memories of my past life surged through my mind.

He clearly remembered that the immortal herbs here were no ordinary plants. They were nourished by the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire all year round, and were in fact no different from 100,000-year-old soul beasts. However, due to their plant form, their intelligence had not yet been fully awakened.

In his previous life, an eight-cornered ice grass was even sacrificed to him, becoming his soul spirit.

"If we just pick them and eat them, although it can strengthen our foundation and nourish our vital energy, it would be too wasteful of resources," Huo Yuhao thought to himself.

"If we can persuade them to sacrifice themselves like soul beasts and become our soul rings, we can not only perfectly absorb the medicinal power, but also obtain extremely powerful soul skills."

Thinking of this, Huo Yuhao immediately closed his eyes, golden light flashed between his brows, and his vast spiritual power spread like gentle waves towards the immortal herbs around the spring.

He attempted to communicate with these wondrous treasures of heaven and earth using his spiritual power.

Sure enough, the moment his spiritual power touched them, several immortal herbs swayed slightly, emitting faint but clear spiritual fluctuations in response to his call.

Huo Yuhao felt reassured and quickly made plans for the three of them.

"My martial soul is the Spirit Eye, which focuses on cultivating spiritual power. The Dew of Autumn Water, which can see through illusions and greatly enhance one's spiritual realm, is most suitable for me."

"Dong'er's second martial soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, which follows the path of extreme power and destruction, but powerful strength requires an extremely strong physical body to support it. The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, which can cultivate an indestructible body, is simply tailor-made for her Clear Sky Hammer."

"As for Qiu'er, as a three-eyed golden lion, her true form possesses the ultimate fire and light elements. That cockscomb phoenix sunflower will undoubtedly elevate her bloodline and flames to a higher level."

He probed the consciousness of each of the three immortal herbs with his spiritual power, conveying clear intentions:

"You were born of heaven and earth and grew up in this place. Although you have accumulated ten thousand years of heritage, without the right opportunity, you will ultimately be nothing more than a medicinal herb."

You have two choices: First, we can pick and consume it directly, erasing its faint intelligence and turning it into pure medicinal power.

Secondly, they willingly offered themselves to us, becoming our soul rings.

"The three of us possess the potential to become gods. If you choose to sacrifice yourselves, when we ascend to the realm of the gods, you will also ascend to heaven and attain true immortality and divine status."

To increase his persuasiveness, Huo Yuhao even released a slight trace of the million-year-old mental pressure of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm.

Faced with the choice between "being eaten" and "taking a gamble to become a god," these immortal herbs, which already possess the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, have no room for hesitation.

The branches and leaves of the Longing for Autumn Dew, the Extraordinary Chrysanthemum, and the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower shook violently a few times, followed by a mental fluctuation of submission and agreement.

"It's done." Huo Yuhao opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

He turned to Wang Dong'er: "Dong'er, you go first. You are the strongest and absorb the 100,000-year soul ring the fastest. After you finish absorbing it, Qiu'er and I will begin."

Wang Dong'er followed Huo Yuhao's gaze to the golden Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, but a hint of worry flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She glanced warily at Dugu Bo, who was sitting cross-legged on a boulder in the distance, seemingly resting with his eyes closed but actually observing in secret.

"Yuhao, if I start absorbing the spirit rings, I won't be able to concentrate. This old poisoner has a strange temperament. What if he takes advantage of my distraction and secretly harms you and Qiu'er?"

Huo Yuhao gently held her hand, giving her a reassuring look: "Dong'er, don't worry. Have you forgotten that I still have Tianmeng's remains?"

As he spoke, Huo Yuhao flipped his wrist, and a layer of ice silkworm remains, emitting a faint white light and seemingly thin yet incredibly tough, quietly appeared.

"This is the remains of a million-year-old soul beast, and its defensive power is extremely astonishing."

Even if Dugu Bo is a titled Douluo, it would take him a lot of time to break through it.

If he really dares to make a move, this remains will be enough to sustain you until you finish absorbing it.

"At that time, any level 91 Poison Douluo who dares to attack us will only suffer the consequences."

Hearing Huo Yuhao's meticulous arrangements, Wang Dong'er finally felt completely relieved.

She nodded, walked to the rare and precious chrysanthemum, took a deep breath, raised her left hand, and the heavy, black Haotian Hammer with dark gold patterns crashed to the ground, causing a slight tremor.

Dugu Bo, who was in the distance, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the scene in astonishment.

He didn't recognize any magical herbs, only that these plants contained enormous energy.

He had assumed that Wang Dong'er would carefully pick and consume it, but instead she summoned her martial spirit.

"What is she going to do? Is she going to smash my precious thing with a hammer?!" Dugu Bo almost jumped up.

But the next second, a shocking scene that he would never forget appeared.

Suddenly, the rare and magnificent Chrysanthemum burst forth with a dazzling golden light, and then it miraculously rose from the soil on its own.

The immense medicinal power and the primordial energy of a hundred thousand years were frantically compressed and condensed in mid-air, eventually transforming into a hundred thousand-year soul ring that exuded endless pressure and was so red it seemed to be dripping blood.

"This...how is this possible?! A blade of grass turned into a 100,000-year-old soul ring?!"

Dugu Bo's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

He had lived most of his life and had never heard of herbs being willingly sacrificed to become soul rings.

Under Dugu Bo's ghost-like gaze, the scarlet 100,000-year soul ring slowly drifted down and steadily landed on Wang Dong'er's jet-black Clear Sky Hammer.