Chapter Twelve: The Enchanting Fragrance of Exquisite Silken Immortals

Snow Empress frowned. What lay before them was indeed a treasure trove for a poison cultivator, but for herself, it was utterly useless. Nevertheless, Mu Yang continued deeper into the valley. Although the Emerald Phosphor Sevenfold Blooms around them were harmless to Snow Empress, the poisonous mists surrounding her swept through the area, generating a large amount of emerald powder that drifted outward, momentarily expanding the area covered. Yet, it quickly began to thin.

Mu Yang’s body, in contrast, was being corroded at a frantic rate, though his soul power surged just as quickly. If Snow Empress weren’t at his side, he might have been tempted to reach out and grab a handful of those Emerald Phosphor Sevenfold Blooms himself.

The multicolored poisonous miasma was thick, just as it had been above—a darkness so dense he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. Yet Mu Yang knew that within lurked ten-thousand-year-old vines. Suddenly, a shadow lashed out at him.

Crack!

With a sharp sound, Mu Yang’s upper body was flung away, his lower half remaining in place. Snow Empress watched him get struck without changing expression, simply waiting for a moment. In the next instant, Mu Yang had already recovered.

Mu Yang thought to himself that these ancient vines hurt quite a bit and would only hinder their progress. So, from his spatial ring, he produced a Mortal Veil (simplified version, only eighth-grade—don’t say there isn’t one; those people didn’t even have a ninth-grade Deification Platform, so why would there not be a simplified Mortal Veil?).

The ancient vines all struck the barrier outside, and Mu Yang and Snow Empress proceeded unhindered.

A few minutes later, they arrived at their destination. The moment they entered, Mu Yang was stunned. Every plant before his eyes was special, beautiful, each one unique. He swallowed hard, suppressing—for the moment—his urge to taste what must surely be delicious flora.

Snow Empress watched their surroundings with vigilant eyes.

His gaze was drawn to a faint pink, large flower. Leafless, its stem nearly ten feet tall, the blossom itself spanned more than three feet in diameter. Each petal was as clear as crystal, shimmering with a pale pink hue, swaying gently in the mist above the spot where red and white springwaters merged at the shore.

Mu Yang had noticed it at once, both for its breathtaking beauty and its position at the meeting of the red and white waters. Moreover, within a radius of thirty feet around it, not a single other plant grew. In this plant-crowded valley, it stood out even more.

More striking still, this was the Fragrant Marvel Immortal Bloom, a plant described in one of Tang San’s books—most of which analyzed rare flora.

Mu Yang walked up to the Fragrant Marvel Immortal Bloom and poked it, then said, “Enough sleeping—time to wake up!”

“Human, why must you disturb me? Can’t you let me sleep a little longer?” the Immortal Bloom murmured.

“If you don’t wake up, I’ll just go fetch what I want myself!” Mu Yang replied.

At the threat, the Immortal Bloom snapped awake. “That won’t do. That person said you must pass a test.”

“Then hurry up! I’m in a rush,” Mu Yang urged.

“First, you must eat a plant that could kill you. Do you dare?” the flower asked.

“I’ll eat it! Why wouldn’t I? So far, I’ve yet to encounter anything truly fatal.”

With that, the flower cast him a glance and handed him a drop of green liquid.

Without hesitation, Mu Yang swallowed it.

Seeing this, the Immortal Bloom froze in astonishment. That liquid was supposed to be diluted first—otherwise, its toxicity was far too strong...

Yesterday’s author has amended the tale.