Poisoned Poison Douluo

After Ming Lunyu briefly explained his plan to Tang Fu'er and Ma Hongjun, he quickly gained their unquestioning support.

Both girls followed Ming Lunyu's lead. Unless his decision was utterly absurd, they would not object.

Ming Lunyu's desire to wipe out Evil Soul Masters also suited Ma Hongjun perfectly. Ming Lunyu hated Evil Soul Masters, and Ma Hongjun's hatred was no less than his.

Though Tang Fu'er had not gone through what they had, she was not fond of Evil Soul Masters either. Besides, she now belonged entirely to Ming Lunyu, so naturally, whatever he said went.

Having made up their minds to probe the owner of this treasured place, the three of them casually found a spot and sat down to cultivate.

Ming Lunyu had now also taught the Heavenly Evolution Yin-Yang Art to Tang Fu'er, leaving her clicking her tongue in amazement. This mysterious cultivation method was more than five times as effective as her original meditation technique.

As the three consecutively entered meditation, Black and White Qi circulated among them, creating a linked effect. At the same time, the cultivation sharing from their contracts continued to take effect.

Since he had contracted Tang Fu'er as well, Ming Lunyu now had two Contractors. The cultivation sharing had risen from one percent to two percent, and two percent of each person's cultivation gains would be fed back to the others.

Dugu Bo was in a terrible state. His brows were tightly furrowed as he endured the pain throughout his body, flying shakily at low altitude. The aura of a Titled Douluo poured out without restraint. Yet only those close to him in strength could see that he was putting on a fierce front while hollow within. In truth, he had already reached the end of his strength.

Not long ago, he had encountered an old enemy, and the two had clashed.

Neither side gave an inch, and Dugu Bo was evenly matched with his opponent. Though they fought fiercely, neither could do anything to the other.

But during the battle, the poison within him suddenly flared up and stabbed him in the back, allowing his enemy to seize the opportunity and grievously wound him in a single strike. Dugu Bo had exhausted all his strength to flee in disgrace.

"Damn it!" he cursed inwardly.

"If not for this damn poison..."

As he cursed, sorrow could not help but rise in Dugu Bo's heart.

He, Dugu Bo, possessed the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor martial soul, a top-tier beast martial soul. After cultivating to the rank of Titled Douluo, his poison arts had become unmatched beneath the heavens, earning him the title of Poison.

Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!

As a Titled Douluo, an existence as rare as phoenix feathers on the Douluo Continent, Dugu Bo was not nearly as glorious as the outside world imagined.

Who could have imagined that Poison Douluo, whose poisons were unmatched beneath the heavens, had been suffering from severe poison all along?

The poison afflicting him had not been administered by anyone else. It was his own poison—the Jade Phosphor Serpent Poison.

This poison was far too potent, and even its master suffered its backlash. If he had not accidentally found a miraculous treasured place in his youth that could suppress his poison arts, he might have died from a poison outbreak decades ago, just like his father.

The wounds from battle combined with the ravages of the Jade Phosphor Serpent Poison made Dugu Bo's vision go dark, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"As long as... as long as I can reach that place..."

Supported solely by his desire to live, Dugu Bo used all his strength to fly above that familiar valley. He could hold on no longer. His Soul Power was exhausted, and he fell.

Before long, he crashed onto the shore of Ice Fire Lake, greedily absorbing the dense spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him.

Only after about two hours did he barely manage to suppress the injuries and deadly poison within him.

Supporting himself with one hand while rubbing his forehead with the other, Dugu Bo slowly sat up. Just as he was about to search his herb garden for medicinal herbs that could treat his injuries, the sight before him gave him a fright.

"!"

Three exceptionally beautiful young men and women were squatting in a row two meters in front of him, studying him as though they were observing some rare species.

A wave of lingering fear washed over Dugu Bo.

When did these people appear? Were they here the whole time? If so, wouldn't I have been completely at their mercy while I was unconscious?

"Don't worry, Mr. Titled Douluo. We currently bear you no ill intent."

As though he had sensed Dugu Bo's thoughts, the white-robed young man among the three spoke with a smile.

"Who are you? How did you come here?"

Although their appearance made Dugu Bo slightly uneasy, their excessively young looks greatly lowered his guard. He assumed the bearing of a Titled Douluo and instead questioned the three of them.

The aura of a Titled Douluo erupted.

Dugu Bo saw the white-robed young man and the red-haired little girl sway slightly, their expressions turning more solemn. Yet they had not been intimidated in the slightest, as if he had merely farted rather than unleashed the pressure of a Titled Douluo.

Dugu Bo was inwardly shocked. He could tell that these two youngsters clearly possessed only Soul Power in the forties, yet they remained calm and composed beneath the pressure of a Titled Douluo.

Wait!

Dugu Bo suddenly realized something and instinctively asked, "How old are you?"

How old?

Ming Lunyu calculated briefly, then casually answered, "As for me, I'm twelve this year, I suppose. Xiao Jun too, though she's a month younger than me."

"How old? Twelve? Over level forty?" Dugu Bo's eyes nearly popped out in shock.

With such monstrous levels, had they started cultivating while still in their mothers' wombs?

But before Dugu Bo could recover from his shock, an oppressive aura like that of a demon god descended upon him like a mountain-shattering tsunami. In an instant, it felt as though mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared before his eyes.

"!" The veins on Dugu Bo's forehead bulged in an instant, and his breathing stopped.

He looked at the petite girl with blood-red hair in terror.

"You... you..."

He forced out the words with difficulty.

It was incomprehensible!

Panic—nothing but panic!

If this overwhelming aura had come from the ninety-ninth-level Angel Douluo, Qian Daoliu, the grand worshiper of Spirit Hall and the one known as invincible in the sky, Dugu Bo would not have been surprised in the least.

But now, such a young-looking little girl possessed such a terrifying aura. How could Dugu Bo not be utterly terrified? In his senses, he was like an ant facing a giant dragon, something that could be wiped out with a single hand.

Then did that make a Titled Douluo an ant? Perhaps not, but that depended on whom they were compared with. Thus, the identity of the girl before him was obvious.

"A ninety-ninth-level Titled Douluo! How is that possible?!"

"Humph!" Tang Fu'er snorted unhappily and wrapped both arms around Ming Lunyu's arm. "Nothing is impossible. You dared threaten my Brother. If we hadn't said you were still useful, I'd have smashed you into minced meat with one hammer!"

Tang Fu'er clenched her hand, and the Dark Gold Sky-Slaying Hammer crashed into the ground with a boom, sending the soil within ten meters flying.

Nine Soul Rings, their configuration beyond all reason, rose one after another, delivering another monstrous shock to this Poison Douluo who had weathered countless storms.

Yet after the white-robed young man beside her patted her head, this fearsome powerhouse's face flushed with bashful sweetness.

Watching Tang Fu'er's demeanor abruptly change as she clung to Ming Lunyu like a kitten and acted spoiled, Dugu Bo felt his worldview shatter again and again.