Turning around, he issued sharp orders to the surrounding clan members.
"Remain on alert. If Poison Douluo returns, immediately warn us with a flare."
Several Soul Sages and Soul Emperors nodded and spread out, forming a wide perimeter.
Yu Ming then took out a jade bottle from his storage soul tool. Inside were two faintly glowing pills, patterned with intricate medicinal lines.
'Having Yang Wudi refine a special antidote was worth every soul coin spent,' Yu Ming thought with satisfaction.
The pills were designed specifically to resist Jade Phosphor Poison, neutralizing its corrosive effects for a limited time.
Without hesitation, Yu Ming swallowed one. Yu Ritian did the same.
The moment the pill dissolved, a warm current spread through their meridians, forming a protective film around their internal organs and soul power circulation.
"Let's go," Yu Ming said calmly.
The two stepped forward.
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Poison Barrier
The moment they entered the poisonous fog, an intense corrosive sensation assaulted their senses. Green mist clung to their skin like living creatures, hissing softly as it was repelled by the antidote.
They advanced cautiously, After several minutes—
The poisonous fog suddenly thinned.
When they stepped out of the barrier, both men froze. Before them lay a scene that defied common sense.
The Ice–Fire Yin Yang Well.
The hot spring itself was not vast, yet it radiated an overwhelming spiritual presence. The oval pool was split perfectly into two halves—one side milky white, the other deep vermilion.
White mist carried a bone-freezing chill, while crimson steam surged with terrifying heat.
The two energies did not mix. They revolved around one another in absolute balance.
Yu Ritian's breath caught.
"So this is…" he muttered, eyes filled with shock.
"The legendary Ice–Fire Yin Yang Well…"
Yu Ming's pupils contracted. For a moment, his heart started to beat loudly in his chest.
Then—A slow, greedy smile appeared on his face
"Finally," he whispered, spreading his arms slightly as if embracing fate itself.
"I, Yu Ming, have reached the Ice–Fire Yin Yang Well."
"This place is destined for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
Suddenly—
Yu Ritian's expression changed.
He turned his head sharply, his eyes narrowing like a blade cutting through the mist.
"Who's there?"
His voice echoed coldly across the Yin–Yang basin.
Yu Ming followed his gaze.
At the edge of the rocky terrain, partially concealed by some vegetation, two figures stiffened.
Jun Wuhen and Chu Yue.
Their breathing involuntarily faltered.
The aura released earlier by Yu Ritian—a genuine Titled Douluo's pressure—had already made their limbs heavy. They had tried to retreat silently, but within this sacred land, even the faintest fluctuation was magnified.
Hiding from a Titled Douluo— Was wishful thinking.
Yu Ming's eyes lit up the moment he clearly saw them.
Especially—
When his gaze landed on Chu Yue.
Her calm but guarded expression,, and the clear spiritual clarity in her eyes caused something dark to stir in him.
Yu Ming unconsciously licked his lips.
A thought surfaced in his mind, sharp and sudden, as though whispered from the depths of his subconscious.
"Elder Ritian," Yu Ming said casually, as if asking for a trivial favor,
"capture that girl for me."
Yu Ming did not know— That this impulse was an echo of a very old psychological suggestion, planted long ago, nudging him toward self-destruction step by step.
Yu Ritian burst into laughter.
He understood perfectly. After all, the young clan leader's reputation within the clan was no secret.
"It will be done soon," Yu Ritian replied indulgently.
"Young Clan Leader."
In the next instant— His figure vanished. The ground cracked slightly where he had stood.
A blur of lightning-charged movement tore through the air.
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Jun Wuhen's pupils shrank.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward, placing himself in front of Chu Yue.
"Chu Yue—run!"
His soul power erupted.
"Martial Soul: Qilin—Possess!"
Red-gold scales spread across his body as thunder and fire intertwined along his limbs. His horns curved upward, ancient runes faintly glowing beneath the scales.
Crackle—!
The pressure of a divine beast bloodline exploded outward.
Yu Ritian's advance halted abruptly. His eyes widened.
Even as a Titled Douluo, he felt an instinctive suffocation—
A fear engraved deep within the blood of all dragon-type martial souls.
"This bloodline pressure…!"
Yu Ritian took an involuntary step back.
The suppression of an ancient superior bloodline over a lesser draconic lineage.
"You—!" Yu Ritian snarled, his aura surging violently to counteract the suppression.
At the same time—Yu Ming's smile froze.
His pupils contracted sharply.
He stared at Jun Wuhen, disbelief flashing across his face.
"How is this possible…?"
A dragon-type pressure—One that even made him feel uncomfortable.
Yu Ming clenched his fists, his gaze darkened.
He could not understand.
How could a nobody guarding Poison Douluo's garden possess a bloodline that suppressed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?
But one thing was certain—
This was no ordinary Soul Master.
Yu Ming's pupils constricted sharply as he arrived at a conclusion.
'This guy… is a variable or A Reincarnator.'
That thought alone made Yu Ming's heart surge with killing intent.
'I don't want anyone else to compete with me.'
Having Chen Dao already standing in his way was more than enough. Another unknown factor—especially one possessing such an abnormal bloodline—was unacceptable.
His path was not meant to be shared.
"Martial Soul: Azure Dragon—Possess!"
Yu Ming's voice thundered.
Azure scales burst forth across his arms and torso, auspicious patterns spreading along his spine. A translucent dragon phantom coiled behind him, its roar resonating with suppressed arrogance.
He turned his head slightly.
"Uncle, let me deal with this guy."