Chapter 81

Rich, mellow!

He Pingsheng took a deep breath and felt the air around him was fragrant.

This fragrance was like a blend of hundreds of spiritual herbs and flowers, deeply mellow.

It also carried a slightly intoxicating note.

He Pingsheng reached out and scooped up a drop of golden nectar, then put it in his mouth.

Boom…

Inside his mouth, it exploded like a bomb.

Not an energy explosion—but a fragrance explosion.

So refreshing.

Before enhancement, the bee nectar was white, slightly sour, with a faint sweetness, but it tasted especially astringent.

Now, that astringent taste was completely gone.

At the same time, as the drop of golden nectar flowed down his throat into his dantian, endless energy was released.

He Pingsheng didn’t know how to describe this energy.

He didn’t know the quality of this golden nectar.

But he had a strange feeling: even one-tenth of a drop would be enough to fully refill one of his depleted dantians.

It was that extraordinary.

“Perfect!” Looking at the two large gourds of golden bee nectar before him, He Pingsheng smiled: “From now on, I won’t have to worry about running out of spiritual power in battle!”

“Hehehehe…”

He couldn’t help but laugh.

…

He put away the gourds, took a deep breath, and his gaze fell again on the Treasure Basin.

Two shields.

One silver, one green.

He reached out and seized the silver shield in his hand.

His spiritual sense swept over the shield, and its name appeared.

Name: Xuan Bing Dun!

Rank: Supreme-grade magic treasure.

It bore four layers of sealing runes.

Having enhanced so many artifacts, He Pingsheng had largely figured out the Treasure Basin’s pattern.

Generally, it never enhanced beyond the item’s current grade.

For example, if it was a magic treasure, after enhancement it remained a magic treasure.

It simply upgraded from low-grade to supreme-grade.

For example, if it was a Qi Gathering Pill, after enhancement it remained a Qi Gathering Pill—it wouldn’t become a Spirit Gathering Pill, let alone a Foundation Establishment Pill.

The Xuan Bing Dun in He Pingsheng’s hand belonged to the [Ice] element.

When activated, it formed a shield composed of Xuan Ice, extremely hard.

It could block nearly all attacks from Qi Refining disciples.

Ice belongs to Water.

So when used, it could be perfectly activated with Water spiritual power from the dantian.

The only pity was, it had four layers of sealing runes; to use it flawlessly, it must be fully subjugated.

And to fully subjugate it, it would take nearly a month.

So, although he now had the Xuan Bing Dun, he couldn’t use it yet.

He put away the Xuan Bing Dun, and the second green shield appeared in his hand.

Wood element!

Name: Ling Mu Dun.

Rank: Supreme-grade magic treasure.

It bore four layers of sealing runes.

The same thing.

He Pingsheng put away the small shield.

He stood up, stepped out of the formation, shut it off, and collected the formation materials.

…

Several days later, He Pingsheng stood beside a turquoise pool.

A bloody gash marred his forehead!

Minor injury, nothing serious.

He had taken off his soaked Dao robe; now bare-chested, he stared intently across the turquoise water.

Across from him was a cliff.

On the cliff grew a spiritual plant, its position extremely unusual—it was almost entirely embedded in a crack of the rock face; unless you looked closely, you’d miss it.

He Pingsheng had only spotted this plant by sheer luck.

The plant was Grade One.

It bore a dozen or so fruits.

Each fruit had two colors: one side golden, one side silver.

He Pingsheng didn’t recognize it, but before entering the secret realm, Zhao Linger and Xu Changan had mentioned a body-cultivation immortal fruit called [Golden-Silver Peach].

Based on their description, this plant must be the Golden-Silver Peach.

The pool wasn’t wide—only about ten zhang across.

He Pingsheng could easily leap across without any external aid.

That wasn’t hard.

The difficulty was, the pool held a white poisonous toad.

Just now, He Pingsheng had leapt without any preparation, aiming to harvest the Golden-Silver Peaches.

But suddenly, a white poisonous toad shot out of the water.

Caught off guard, he was pierced by the toad’s tongue and fell into the water.

Had he not possessed the miraculous [Immunity to All Poisons], he’d already be dead at the bottom, a meal for the toad.

Just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.

The path of cultivation was truly perilous.

“Rise…”

He Pingsheng uttered a soft command and leapt again toward the opposite shore.

This time, he was prepared.

Splash…

As his body reached the center of the pool, the emerald surface suddenly ruptured.

A red tongue shot up like a poisoned arrow, striking toward He Pingsheng.

“Open…”

This time, He Pingsheng was ready; the moment he saw the water stir, he activated his Metal-element technique: Jin Gang Dun.

The Jin Gang Dun expanded, forming a spherical golden aura around his body.

Thick and bright.

Puff…

The fleshy tongue struck the aura—but failed to pierce it, blocked.

After all, the white toad in the water was merely a Qi Refining beast, not yet at Foundation Establishment.

Splash…

This time, the poisonous toad leapt fully out of the water.

He Pingsheng finally saw its true form.

White!

From head to toe, pure white.

Only its tiny eyes glowed emerald green.

A strange sensation!

The moment the green-eyed white toad leapt from the water, it opened its mouth wide.

The fleshy tongue once again became a poisoned arrow, lashing toward He Pingsheng.

But it was useless.

Not only did the protective aura not break—he used the force of the strike to propel himself swiftly toward the cliff.

“Hehe…”

He Pingsheng chuckled.

Beast is beast!

It has brute strength, nothing more—no wisdom.

Green-Eyed White Toad

He Pingsheng landed on the cliff, swept his hand, and plucked all thirteen [Golden-Silver Peaches] from the tree, then pushed off with his feet and soared again over the pond.

Perhaps He Pingsheng’s actions had finally enraged the white toad.

Suddenly, two massive water columns erupted from the surface.

Two identical green-eyed white toads leapt from the water, landing on the ground almost simultaneously.

Shiiii…

Shiiii-shiiii…

Their tongues turned from red to emerald green and stabbed fiercely toward He Pingsheng.

The emerald-green tongues became poison arrows.

Green toxic fumes rose from them.

Even from afar, a foul, fishy stench reached his nose.

He Pingsheng did not dare delay; he twisted and dodged continuously, evading the two demonic beasts’ attacks.

“Fall…”

He roared aloud!

A golden phantom, two zhang tall, struck the ground.

Technique: Yellow Turban Power Spirit!