Dugu Yan had cultivated for so many years; naturally, she was unwilling to become a cripple incapable of cultivation.
"Teacher Han, is your second method feasible?"
Her Martial Soul was the Jade Phosphorous Serpent, and she was naturally somewhat afraid of flames.
However, when a faint green flame appeared in Han Yu's palm, she actually felt a trace of familiarity.
That was right—this was the Netherworld Poison Fire.
The flame danced in Han Yu's palm. Any insects that occasionally flew near it instantly turned into a puddle of thick liquid.
"What terrifying poison." Dugu Yan's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.
Dugu Bo had told her long ago that powerful flames could restrain poison. But a flame that could coexist and complement poison was something that completely overturned her understanding.
"My Second Martial Soul is formed from the fusion of several flames. This is one of them, and I call it the Netherworld Poison Fire."
This flame existed in the ancient Netherworld Poisonous Marsh. After being steeped in the Sky-Covering Poisonous Miasma within the marsh for tens of millions of years, it devoured endless poisonous miasma. It gained sentience after a hundred years and took shape after a thousand. Once fully matured, it took on a greenish hue, traveling through the marsh's toxic miasma like Ghost Fire.
Such a highly poisonous flame was perfectly suited for Dugu Yan.
"Poison can even fuse with flames. I've truly learned something new." After muttering to herself, Dugu Yan said solemnly, "Teacher Han, I'm afraid my grandfather's condition is even worse than mine. Can you help him?"
"You should worry about yourself first. Since you've decided to preserve your cultivation, the pain will be extremely intense when this poison fire enters your body. Of course, there are benefits as well. In the future,