But Han Yu was no fool.
He did not delude himself into thinking that he could simply walk into the mountains, pluck the herb and walk out as if he were picking cabbages.
A Cold Silk Orchid was lethal.
Not metaphorically lethal. It killed people instantly if touched improperly.
Even peak Core Condensation cultivators would lose their lives if they grabbed it. Even Nascent Soul cultivators could have half their body frozen if they let their guard down for a second.
Han Yu had read detailed reports in the Blood Sect's archives.Three disciples had died attempting to collect one a few thousand years ago. A Nascent Soul elder had lost his right hand and two of his disciples when they touched the ice aura radiating from the herb.
The Cold Silk Orchid was no simple treasure. It was a death sentence for anyone unprepared.
Han Yu finished the tea and quietly placed the cup down.
He had one advantage that most others did not. He had the Dancing Flame Art.
