"Oh, right, I also have two rather good quality flowers and plants here. Take them and absorb them. They should slightly improve your Physique."
At this moment, Tang Hao also took out two rather extraordinary exotic flowers and placed them in Tang San's hands.
The moment they were revealed, a faint wave of spiritual energy spread outward, though clearly unstable. The way they were handled had already damaged their original structure—petals slightly crushed, roots exposed unevenly, and their internal medicinal flow disrupted.
It was just that Tang Hao's preservation method was too crude, causing some damage to these two sub-immortal grade flowers, and much of their effect was lost, but they still made Tang San's eyes light up:
"Nine-Grade Black Sesame!"
"Purple Cloud Elixir Grass!"
"Both are the best of the best!"
Even in their damaged state, the intrinsic quality of the herbs was undeniable. Tang San immediately recognized their value, his instincts as a cultivator reacting faster than his emotions. His fingers tightened slightly as he carefully examined them, already calculating how much benefit he could extract through precise absorption techniques.
"Too bad, they're a bit damaged."
His tone carried genuine regret, as though seeing wasted potential was more painful than the loss itself.
"Dad, you're amazing! You can even find such top-grade flowers and plants!"
Despite the imperfections, Tang San's admiration for Tang Hao did not diminish. To him, these resources were still evidence of his father's extraordinary reach and experience in the world of cultivation.
...
"You may all disperse now."
Xin's voice cut through the calm air of Heart of Fire Academy, carrying a rare sense of formal closure. The surrounding students immediately focused, sensing that what followed was not ordinary instruction, but a distribution tied directly to their future cultivation paths.
"Over the past two years, your new students have almost finished tempering your Physiques with medicinal baths in the academy. Some of the academy's flowers and plants have also entered their mature phase. Teacher has selected some flowers and plants for you. You can take them back to accompany you, which will be of great benefit to your Cultivation. If you feel the time is right, you can also choose to absorb them."
The atmosphere subtly shifted.
For most Spirit Masters, obtaining such resources required competition, risk, or even life-and-death struggle. Yet here, they were being distributed as part of structured training. The contrast alone was enough to make the students subconsciously straighten their posture.
"Bing'er, Yue'er, Xue Wu, Qiu Ruoshui... these are for you: Immortal Grade Frost Bloom Jade Hairpin Flower, Immortal Grade Tidal Dragon Orchid, Immortal Grade Snow Thread Qiong Flower..."
As Xin named each student, he simultaneously guided a floating set of jade containers forward. Within them, the immortal-grade flowers were carefully sealed yet still radiated faint spiritual pressure, enough to make the surrounding air feel unusually pure and dense.
Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, Bell, Shui Bing'er, and other students also had a poor impression of Bibi Dong. Although the Soul Master Competition was over and they weren't people who held grudges, this cunning and vicious woman made them extremely wary.
Their attention briefly shifted toward Bibi Dong standing nearby, but none spoke. The presence of the Supreme Pontiff alone was enough to keep most reactions restrained.
Xin took out several immortal-grade flowers and distributed them to Shui Bing'er and her sisters. When those immortal-grade flowers and plants appeared, the air seemed to solidify, and the shimmering radiance was incredibly beautiful:
Immortal Grade Frost Bloom Jade Hairpin Flower
Its entire body was pure and flawless, as though carved from frozen crystal. Nine frost leaves spiraled outward in perfect symmetry, while the central stamen emitted a soft jade-like glow reminiscent of an ice hairpin suspended in midair. The surrounding temperature subtly dropped the moment it appeared.
Tidal Dragon Orchid
An immortal-grade plant that had evolved through constant absorption of moonlight and tidal spiritual pressure. Its petals opened and closed in rhythm with unseen celestial cycles, releasing a faint scent reminiscent of distant ocean currents—clean, vast, and slightly briny, as though carrying the memory of tides themselves.
Snow Thread Qiong Flower
Delicate as woven frost silk, its petals drifted slowly even without wind. When they detached, they did not wither immediately but instead transformed into shimmering snow-like spiritual particles, dispersing gently into the air before fading completely.
These immortal-grade plants were not easily obtained. Xin had cultivated them over the years with top-grade fertilizers and spiritual water acquired from accepting and teaching Disciples, and only recently did some of them mature.
Unlike ordinary cultivation resources, these were not merely treasures—they were carefully nurtured results of long-term environmental refinement, each one representing controlled growth, patience, and precise spiritual balance within the academy's ecosystem.