Forging Ice and Fire Alchemy Body

As they traveled, Dugu Bo couldn't take his eyes off Tang Yin's soul tool, practically drooling with envy.

"Hiss… brat, your luck is absolutely heaven-defying, isn't it?" he grumbled. "Five soul beasts, five soul bones? What kind of trick are you using? Huh? Is there really some trick to guarantee a soul bone?"

He kept pestering Tang Yin on repeat, half-serious and half-desperate.

Tang Yin, of course, just smirked and pretended not to hear.

By midnight, Tang Yin and Dugu Bo finally arrived at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

"Little monster, was it really that urgent to come all the way here tonight?" Dugu Bo asked tiredly. "We could've just waited until next morning. No one's chasing us."

But Tang Yin was already walking ahead, His eyes gleaming with anticipation. How could he wait? Some of his women had already surpassed him in cultivation. How could he, as a man, accept such a thing? Unacceptable!

Ning Rongrong's teasing words echoed in his mind—something about his habit of slacking off. It struck a nerve. Maybe he had been a bit too laid-back lately.

No more delays. He had to get stronger—and fast. The next few years on the Douluo Continent would be pure chaos. Once he powered through that storm, then maybe… just maybe, he could go back to lazing around in peace.

Tang Yin ignored Dugu Bo's rambling and strode straight toward the glittering stalk of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass. Its eight translucent leaves shimmered with a frosty aura, chilling the air so intensely that even from several meters away, Dugu Bo felt the cold seeping into his bones.

But Tang Yin? He didn't flinch.

Thanks to his energy absorption ability, the icy aura had no effect on him.

Dugu Bo shouted in alarm, "Little Monster! Come back! What are you doing—are you insane?! That thing will freeze you to death!"

But the moment the words left his mouth, Dugu Bo froze—eyes wide with disbelief. Tang Yin stood there, completely unharmed, as if the chilling cold didn't even exist.

Without hesitation, Tang Yin retrieved a knife from his soul tool and sliced the icy herb cleanly at the stalk. He was careful not to touch it directly—after all, the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass was lethally poisonous. But once he activated the Mysterious Jade Hand technique, his hand turned a lustrous jade-white, letting him safely grasp the frigid herb.

Without missing a beat, Tang Yin turned and approached the Infernal Delicate Apricot, the polar opposite of the ice grass. This one radiated scorching heat that made Dugu Bo break into a sweat just by looking at it. Tang Yin, however, approached it as calmly as before. He reached out with his jade hand and delicately plucked the blazing flower as though it were no more dangerous than a rose.

With both immortal herbs in hand, Tang Yin smiled in satisfaction and made his way to the edge of the Yin-Yang Well. Under Dugu Bo's scrutinizing gaze, he casually removed his upper garment and sat cross-legged.

Then, with zero hesitation, he began plucking the leaves and chewing.

"Not bad," Tang Yin muttered with a smirk, "Tastes better than I thought."

As the last leaf vanished into his mouth, his body instantly began to transform. One moment, his skin flushed red with searing heat. The next, it turned icy blue. Extreme cold clashed with blistering heat, surging through his meridians like warring dragons.

Eventually, the extreme cold and searing heat started to neutralize each other, violently reshaping Tang Yin's body from the inside out.

Tang Yin winced slightly as his back convulsed—and with a sharp crack, his Eight Spider Lances burst from his spine, evolving in response to the intense dual-polar energy. Their shape grew sleeker, more menacing—each tip dripping with venom that gleamed dangerously.

Dugu Bo's jaw dropped. "An external bone!? This brat's luck is too heaven-defying!"

Knowing his current mutant ability were insufficient to endure this chaotic energy storm, Tang Yin didn't waste time. He dove straight into the Yin-Yang Well, letting the perfectly balanced hot and cold energies stabilize his condition.

There, he began circulating the Mysterious Heaven Technique, absorbing the excess energy of both polar attributes.

Immediately, he felt the difference. His soul power wasn't just increasing—it was refining, transforming. Each breath he took felt like drawing in liquid gold.

He didn't worry about destabilizing his foundation. These were immortal herbs, after all. These Heavenly treasure ensured solid growth without any compromise.

Above him, Dugu Bo stared enviously. "Tch... the heavens really are unfair," he muttered bitterly before leaving the area. If he stayed any longer, he feared he might strangle the kid out of pure jealousy.

Tang Yin, meanwhile, continued cultivating in the Yin-Yang Well for over a week. Only when the medicinal effects fully wore off did he finally open his eyes.

'Unlike Tang san, I've completely absorbed the energy from both immortal herbs,' he thought, flexing his fingers. 'I'm immune to poisons and have complete resistance to both extreme attributes. My Eight Spider Lances have evolved too… They look sharper, sleeker… and the venom they produce is now completely incomparable.'

Releasing his Blue Silver King, Tang Yin nodded with satisfaction. "My martial soul has evolved significantly... it no longer has any weakness against extreme ice or fire"

He caught sight of his reflection in the water. His spirit body glowed faintly with a silver hue.

'Hmm. That means I've unlocked the potential for a silver-level awakening. If I absorb the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum and cultivate 'Indestructible Vajra Body', I might even achieve golden-level awakening. Now that would be something.'

As he stood to stretch, his eyes landed on a modest-looking herb growing quietly nearby.

"Hmm… the Full Moon Autumn Wearing Dew," he murmured. "Not the most powerful, but it's gentle, doesn't conflict with other herbs, and increases spiritual power."

Without further ado, he consumed it and sat back down to cultivate.

Having already broken through the Mustard Seed Realm, his spiritual power surged rapidly—but even so, he hit a ceiling.

"Damn. No matter what I do, I can't reach Titled Douluo-level mental power… If I reached the boundless realm, I'd be invincible below the Title douluo realm."

Still, he could feel a noticeable improvement.

"My telepathy now covers a 10-kilometer radius... and I can control soul saint with a weak will or bad soul ring configuration—as long as they're below Soul Douluo. With a perfect soul ring configuration though? Hmm… not quite yet. But once I hit Soul King, I might be able to control them too."

He chuckled softly to himself, then dove once more into the Yin-Yang Well, letting its ethereal, glowing surface embrace him completly.

"This place is a literal cheat code for plant-type martial souls. My cultivation speed must be doubled, maybe even tripled. I'll stay here another three months… or until I start missing the girls too much."

Three Months Later

Three months had passed in seclusion, and at last, Tang Yin emerged from the Yin-Yang Well, droplets cascading from his hair as he stretched beneath the open sky.

"Well… time to return to Lanba," he murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I'm starting to feel lonely…"

His voice faltered.

"I miss you, Xiao Wu."

Suddenly, memories of the mischievous pink bunny girl came rushing in like crashing waves—her laughter, her playful pouts, the way she clung to his arm with that innocent charm. His heart clenched painfully as he clutched his chest.

"It's not enough… I want you with me. Forever."

He looked out into the sky as if his words might reach her. "Wait for me, Xiao Wu. Once I reach the Soul Saint realm… I'll come for you. We'll never be apart again."

Fueled by longing and emotional unrest, Tang Yin sped toward the Sunset Forest, needing an outlet—and a target.

Something needed to suffer today.

As he dashed through the canopy, he spread his telepathic sense, scanning the soul beast aura in the area. In moments, he felt the presence of something powerful.

"Hmm? This aura—wait, a black dragon? Could it be... Di Tian's descendant?"

His excitement surged. With a smirk, Tang Yin activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, vanishing into the trees like a phantom.

He arrived in a blur—only to screech to a mental halt.

What stood before him was… well, it looked like a black dragon. Sort of. It had the right scales, a menacing tail—but no wings.

Tang Yin's expression twisted into pure disdain.

"You—what even are you? A dragon without wings? That's not a dragon. That's a lizard with delusions of grandeur!"

He paced in front of the beast, arms crossed, voice dripping with disappointment.

"You made me excited for nothing. You're a disgrace to dragons! A stain! A… mofo lizard!"

"Hmph. Wasted all that excitement."

Needing answers—and more venting—Tang Yin used telepathy to read the creature's surface memory. A few seconds later, he blinked.

"Huh? So your bloodline is of the Black dragon king's after all... your ability's called Black Dragon Serpent's Thorn? Pfft. Not even a real dragon! You're just a glorified snake. From now on, I'm calling you Black Serpent lizard."

Still, the creature's elemental devouring attribute was useful. It complemented his Mutated Blue Silver King well.

He paused, rubbing his chin.

"Should I push its soul ring past the ten-thousand-year mark?" Tang Yin mused aloud. "Hmm… no. Let's cap it at 9,500 years—just below the radar."

He smirked to himself.

"Being a genius is fine. But being an obviously monstrous genius? That's just asking for unwanted attention. I've already got two powerful martial souls in reserve—no need to show all my cards yet. I can always increase the ring age during the Sea God's Trials."

With that, Tang Yin hunted down and massacred several soul beasts nearby, harvesting their rings and funneling them into the Black Serpent lizard. The creature's body expanded, its scales hardening, and its tail grew sharper—capable of piercing metal.

Then, with a flick of his hand, Tang Yin sacrificed the beast to his Blue Silver King.

A divine light burst into the sky as a dark purple soul ring—dense and ominous—settled above his martial soul. His body surged with power.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself as the storm of energy passed.

"Level 46, huh?" he said aloud, somewhat surprised. "Didn't expect that… but I'll take it." as he rushed towards Lanba Academy.

[Soul ring specifications will be posted on the auxiliary chapter/ chapter 0]