Douluo Dalu: The Goddesses Know My Secrets

On the training ground, the excitement the girls had felt earlier was thoroughly dampened, as if doused by a basin of cold water.

Ning Rongrong sat on the stone steps, resting her chin on her hands, her delicate little face devoid of any luster.

"Three Spirit Kings, four Spirit Ancestors..."

Her voice sounded a bit hoarse.

"If it weren’t for A-Qing, there’s no way we could be their match."

Zhu Zhuqing leaned against a nearby pillar, her arms crossed.

"A year from now, it’s impossible for any of us to reach the Spirit KingRealm."

Her tone was very flat, excessively so, revealing a sense of repression instead.

Ning Rongrong’s shoulders slumped completely.

"Zhuqing and I don’t even have any confidence in stepping into the Spirit AncestorRealm within a year."

"Let alone fighting against Spirit King-level opponents."

Dugu Yan also hung her head.

She tapped the ground repeatedly with her toes, her long emerald green hair covering most of her face.

That girl, who was proud to the bone, was now unusually quiet.

The entire training ground was shrouded in a gray, oppressive atmosphere.

The triumph of winning the match had long since vanished.

Only the cold, hard reality remained, pressing down on everyone’s chest.

Lin Qingmo stood in the center of the field.

His expression was indifferent, but a slight curve slowly appeared at the corner of his lips.

"No need to be discouraged."

His voice wasn’t very loud, yet it was clearly delivered to everyone’s ears.

"It’s a good thing to be able to realize your own shortcomings."

Ning Rongrong lifted her face.

Zhu Zhuqing turned her head.

Dugu Yan also stopped her toe-tapping.

"As your captain, I don’t intend to let you stop here."

Lin Qingmo spoke, raising his hand to touch the spirit tool at his waist.

His fingertips brushed across it, and a flash of light appeared.

A pile of shimmering, exotic flowers and herbs appeared in his palm.

The sunlight shone down through the training ground’s skylight, hitting those flowers and herbs.

Pink, gold, translucent white, purple-black, pure white... the halos intertwined in a riot of colors.

A fresh, sweet, and mellow fragrance spread through the air, drifting into everyone’s noses.

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

Zhu Zhuqing was dumbfounded.

Dugu Yan stood up immediately.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to that pile of things.

The disappointment and frustration on their faces turned into confusion and bewilderment at this moment.

They had never seen these things before.

But the spirit power in their bodies was stirring, like someone who had been hungry for a long time suddenly smelling the aroma of meat.

Lin Qingmo didn’t explain much.

He picked up an Immortal Herb.

Its petals were layered, a very tender pink, with the center of the flower glowing with a translucent white light, like fine mutton-fat jade, and a fresh, sweet fragrance wafted out in waves.

He walked up to Dugu Yan and handed it to her.

"This is the Fragrant Scented Immortal Herb."

Dugu Yan looked at the flower, then lifted her face to look at Lin Qingmo.

Her lips moved, wanting to ask something, but she swallowed it back.

In the end, she just reached out with both hands to take the Immortal Herb.

When her fingertips touched the petals, a cool sensation spread along her fingertips.

Lin Qingmo picked up the second one.

Its whole body was golden, the petals thick and full, layer upon layer, elegant and luxurious, and the halo it emitted was so mellow it felt almost tangible.

"qiluo tulip, yours."

Ning Rongrong took the Immortal Herb blankly.

Her fingers rubbed against the smooth petals twice.

"What... is this?"

Her brows furrowed.

Lin Qingmo didn’t answer.

He picked up the third one.

Translucent white as jade, with long, slender petals, each one like a finely carved narcissus, its whole body exuding a gentle, warm light.

"Narcissus Jade Flesh Bone, take it."

Zhu Zhuqing’s pupils constricted slightly.

She reached out with both hands quickly and gently, holding the Immortal Herb as if she were cradling a piece of porcelain that could shatter at any moment.

She already had a faint answer in her heart.

Immortal Herb!

Only the Immortal Herb that A-Qing had mentioned in the Chat Group could make spirit power generate such an almost greedy craving.

Lin Qingmo continued.

A purple-black lingzhi, palm-sized, with fine golden patterns covering its surface like some ancient totem, the medicinal fragrance was mellow, and just smelling it made one feel refreshed.

"Nine-Rank Purple Ganoderma, this should be suitable for you, Lingling."

Ye Lingling took it and touched the edge of the lingzhi’s cap with her fingertips.

Her movements were very light, and the curiosity in her eyes was almost overflowing.

Lin Qingmo picked up the last one.

Flawless and white, with eight petals spreading out evenly, shaped like a standard orchid, its faint, elegant fragrance was neither competing nor grabbing, yet impossible to ignore.

"Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, yours."

Yufeng took it with both hands, scratched the back of his head, his face full of confusion.

Six people, one Immortal Herb each.

They held the things in their hands, looking at one another.

Some had a faint idea, while others were completely clueless.

Ning Rongrong was still gently turning the qiluo tulip in her hands, her brows furrowed tightly.

Dugu Yan held the Fragrant Scented Immortal Herb up to her eyes, leaning in to examine it.

Lin Qingmo took in all their reactions.

He didn’t give a long-winded explanation.

"Next, eat them according to the method I taught you."

"Then sit cross-legged, concentrate on meditation, do not resist the medicinal power, and let it naturally permeate your Meridians."

Several people looked at each other again.

Still silence.

Then they all nodded.

Having been with Lin Qingmo for so long, they understood one thing: Lin Qingmo would not harm them.

Everything he had brought out so far was top-tier.

Ning Rongrong was the first to stand up.

She walked to an empty space against the wall of the training ground, sat cross-legged, brought the qiluo tulip to her lips, closed her eyes, and took a bite.

Dugu Yan also found a spot.

Zhu Zhuqing, Ye Lingling, and Yufeng followed suit.

They ate the Immortal Herbs according to the method Lin Qingmo taught.

Soon, the expressions of several people changed.

Some furrowed their brows slightly, some pressed their lips tightly, and some had fine beads of sweat seeping from their foreheads.

Colorful lights began to seep out from their bodies bit by bit, wrapping around them, flickering on and off.

The training ground quieted down.

Only the sound of their breathing remained, along with the occasional muffled groan from their throats.

Xiao Wu stood by Lin Qingmo’s side.

Her gaze swept back and forth across the six people.

Liu Erlong also stood to the side, arms crossed, watching them.

Both of them knew what Immortal Herbs were.

They were the rarest treasures in the world; many people might not even see one in their entire lifetime.

Even that high and mighty Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall might not be able to casually produce a few of these things.

Yet Lin Qingmo produced six of them in one go.

Just like that, he handed them to the girls without even furrowing his brow.

Xiao Wu pursed her lips.

She wanted to say something, but didn’t know what to say.

It was right to stay quiet at this time.

Liu Erlong had many questions in her heart she wanted to ask Lin Qingmo.

But seeing that Lin Qingmo’s attention was on the girls absorbing the Immortal Herbs, she suppressed her inner confusion.

She also wanted to witness the magical properties of the Immortal Herbs with her own eyes.

(End of Chapter)

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