Chapter Eleven: Mu Yang's Body, Deadly Poison!

Mu Yang stared at the cryptic symbols on the map, feeling immense pressure—he truly couldn’t decipher it. The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well would have to wait. Maybe he should first go and inform the White Tiger Duke that his son had run away from home.

After some thought, Mu Yang dismissed this idea. The White Tiger Duke might be able to block Huo Yuhao’s path to the future, but what if Huo Yuhao used this as a springboard to soar to new heights? Even if he didn’t, it would still be nearly impossible to reclaim the Tang Saber. After all, there were Ultimate Douluo in the White Tiger Manor.

“Wait!” Mu Yang suddenly remembered something crucial to Huo Yuhao’s growth: the auspicious beast.

It was only after obtaining the beast’s power of destiny that Huo Yuhao’s strength experienced a meteoric rise. Even in the future, after he attained divinity, the Eye of Destiny still possessed potential far beyond his actual strength.

Lost in thought, Mu Yang realized that the Red King guarded the auspicious beast, making it impossible to approach. He looked more closely at the map and finally discovered that he’d been holding it upside down. He’d meant to head for the Star Dou Forest, but had ended up in the Sunset Forest instead.

“Sister, should we look for rare treasures next, or help you absorb your soul ring?” Mu Yang turned to Xue Di, who was following behind him.

At the mention of rare treasures, a glimmer lit up in Xue Di’s eyes. “Xiao Mu, do you know where to find them?”

Mu Yang nodded. “This forest is shrouded in poison day and night. That’s not normal—there must be something unusual here. The thickest part of the miasma should be the place, though I can’t say what kind of treasure it is.”

“Let’s collect the treasure first,” Xue Di replied, glancing at Mu Yang. “Fortune favors the early bird—better to seize the opportunity before someone else does.”

Mu Yang proceeded to explore the poisonous miasma with his own body, delving deep into the Sunset Forest. He stretched out his arm, and if he felt corrosion, he headed in that direction; if the corrosion eased, he changed course. If it worsened, he knew he was on the right path.

This method made even Xue Di feel a pang of pity, but she was helpless—now that she had taken human form, she couldn’t use her soul power to locate the source of the poison, and the further they went, the more exhausting it became.

But what Xue Di didn’t know was that as the toxic fog corroded him, Mu Yang’s resistance to poison grew ever stronger. His body was adapting to the toxins, becoming something akin to a poison body. In fact, Mu Yang was now absorbing soul power straight from the poisonous mist, merging it into his own spiritual sea.

After half an hour, Mu Yang and Xue Di found the entrance to a cave, but inside, the poisonous miasma was so thick it was nearly liquid.

Mu Yang’s foot was corroded twice before it gradually built up resistance as he entered the cave. But Mu Yang was ecstatic—his soul power rank was shooting up rapidly.

By now, his soul power was close to that of a Soul King, though without a soul ring, his capacity was still capped at level 10.

Inside the cave, there was only one kind of plant. These emerald-green plants stretched out on both sides, not very tall—about half a meter high. Each one had nine oddly shaped leaves, reminiscent of a human hand but with seven fingers, and the larger ones even had nine. At the top of each plant bloomed a large green flower. The thick green mist was emanating from the stamens of these flowers, slowly dispersing and blending into the multicolored poisonous haze outside.

Xue Di frowned as she looked at these plants…