Chapter 35: Heading to the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.
For several days in a row, Dugu Xin disappeared without a trace after leaving the camp.
Yu Xiaolie, however, remained steadfast, immersed in his cultivation.
That day, Yu Xiaolie had just finished his cultivation and was closing his eyes to adjust his breathing.
Suddenly, a pure white homing pigeon fluttered its wings and landed on his outstretched arm.
Yu Xiaolie opened his eyes and untied the letter from the carrier pigeon's leg.
The letter was written by my second grandfather, Yu Yuanhai.
He casually swiped his finger across the letter and unfolded the paper.
Yu Xiaolie lowered his eyes and read quietly.
When he saw the message, "Knowing you are well, I am relieved, but I am too busy to visit you," his eyelashes trembled slightly.
A hint of sadness flickered in her originally bright eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, only subconsciously pursing her lips to quietly hide the disappointment in her heart.
I saw the sentence, "The sect has recently recruited many talented people, and the sect leader is very strict with them."
The scene of his unpleasant parting with Yu Zhentian that day flashed through his mind.
Those disciples must have suffered a lot at Yu Zhentian's hands; that old man is a man of his word.
I read, "Your older brother, Xiao Gang, went to Thunder Academy and hasn't returned for over two years."
Yu Xiaolie rested his chin on one hand, his elbow on his knee, and a slightly indifferent smile appeared on his lips.
He didn't care about Yu Xiaogang's situation.
"Although your great-grandfather is very strict with you, he actually often nags about you two brothers. Don't hold a grudge against him too much. Once you've had enough, go back to the sect."
After reading the letter, Yu Xiaolie remained silent for a moment, then carefully folded it and put it into his pocket.
In the past two years, apart from his second grandfather's letters, he has received almost no messages from anyone else.
It seems that everyone else has already forgotten about Yu Xiaolie's existence.
He reached out and gently stroked the carrier pigeon's feathers, speaking softly.
"Go back now, and please give my regards to my second grandfather."
The carrier pigeon seemed to understand him and flapped its wings and flew away.
Yu Xiaolie stared in the direction the carrier pigeon had gone, standing there for a long time.
He then turned around, sat cross-legged, and continued his cultivation, as if everything that had just happened was merely a brief interlude, and that his world consisted only of cultivation.
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Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered and cast long shadows of Yu Xiaolie and Dugu Xin.
Yu Xiaolie had just finished sparring with Zhu Si and returned to his tent. His clothes were soaked with sweat and his hair was disheveled and stuck to his forehead.
He was wiping his sweat when he looked up and saw Dugu Xin sitting alone in a corner of the tent, radiating a low pressure that was different from usual.
Yu Xiaolie frowned slightly, a hint of doubt rising in his heart, and stepped forward to ask.
"Why are you alone? Where is Senior Dugu Bo?"
Upon hearing this, Dugu Xin's expression instantly darkened. He abruptly stood up, clenched his fists, and looked utterly annoyed.
"That old guy is always on the go. I went back and looked for him for several days but couldn't find him."
He paced back and forth irritably as he spoke.
After listening, Yu Xiaolie remained calm, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
"If that's the case, then let's wait a little longer."
"Wait for what? It's just a magical herb."
"Come on! I'll take you somewhere."
Dugu Xin suddenly became furious and shouted loudly.
He took a few steps forward, grabbed Yu Xiaolie's arm, and dragged him outside.
He was burning with anger.
He was both annoyed by Dugu Bo's elusive nature and frustrated by the twists and turns in the search for the immortal herb. At this moment, he just wanted to hurry up and try his luck at that mysterious place.
Yu Xiaolie stumbled as he was pulled, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected Dugu Xin to react so strongly.
But he didn't resist; he roughly knew where Dugu Xin was taking him.
Dugu Xin pulled Yu Xiaolie out of the camp quickly. After getting away from the noise, he pushed off with his feet and flew towards the center of Sunset Forest.
Yu Xiaolie squinted, the wind stinging his cheeks.
His mind was racing.
Indeed, although Dugu Bo occupies the area of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, if you ask who ultimately owns it, besides himself, it is none other than Dugu Xin, who has been stationed on the edge of the forest for a long time.
Forget about Dugu Bo, just go with his son openly.
With Dugu Xin by their side, they weren't afraid of the old man settling accounts anymore.
Thinking of this, Yu Xiaolie's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and the wariness in his eyes turned into anticipation. He adjusted his posture to match the rhythm of Dugu Xin's flight.
Along the way, the shadows of trees in the forest rushed past.
Dugu Xin remained silent, his gaze fixed on the central area of Sunset Forest.
Yu Xiaolie would occasionally look up at Dugu Xin, sensing the urgency in the other's heart.
As the distance closed, Dugu Xin slowed down, and the two landed gently.
Before them was a swirling, purplish-black poisonous fog; the surrounding vegetation withered and turned to ash the moment it touched the fog.
"Kid, if you don't want to get poisoned, stick close to me."
Dugu Xin grabbed Yu Xiaolie with one hand, while his soul power surged and green light burst forth, tightly enveloping the two of them.
Then, the two jumped into the poisonous barrier together.
Yu Xiaolie only felt that powerful force surging around him, and the wind pressure made his clothes flutter loudly.
After crossing something for a long time, the two finally found a place to rest.
The light of the soul power dissipated, and the damp scent of the forest wafted over, mixed with a faint fragrance of herbs.
Yu Xiaolie and Dugu Xin fell into the depths of Sunset Forest, and the surrounding tranquility was broken by a strange buzzing sound.
Before them, the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire was displayed without reservation.
Dugu Xin took a deep breath, turned to look at Yu Xiaolie, and said in a deep voice.
"We've arrived, this is the place."
Yu Xiaolie nodded slightly and stepped into this mysterious place.
Upon seeing the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire, Yu Xiaolie couldn't help but hold his breath.
Within the vast basin, two lakes merged in stark contrast, one side a churning crimson, the intense heat radiating outwards, scorching the skin.
On the other side was a deep blue, icy pool, so cold it seemed to freeze one's soul.
Colorful mist rises from the lake, creating a dreamlike scene under the sunlight.
Along the shore, rare medicinal herbs grow freely, each with its own unique shape, radiating a captivating luster and distinctive fragrance.
Yu Xiaolie stood far to the side, his gaze shifting between the scorching spring water and the icy lake water, his face filled with shock.
Seeing it with my own eyes still feels quite magical.
Such a magical place truly exists in the world, where two extreme forces coexist harmoniously.
Dugu Xin stood to the side, arms crossed, a smug smile on his face.
"Well, do you think you've found the herbs you wanted here?"
He felt secretly satisfied as he watched Yu Xiaolie's reaction; this was his and the old man's secret haven.
Yu Xiaolie slowly took a few steps forward, squatted down, and gently touched the ground with his fingers, feeling the fusion of ice and fire power.
He took a deep breath, and the rich aroma of herbs instantly filled his lungs. He raised his hand and touched the herb closest to him.
He looked up at Dugu Xin and nodded slightly.
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