Dugu Bo's Three Promises

Of all the people Yu Xiaowei feared most, without a doubt, it was Yu Yuanzhen, who was currently seated before him.

"Great-Uncle, you sent for me."

Yu Yuanzhen wore his long black hair loose and a robe embroidered with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan emblem. He lounged lazily in his chair.

Hearing Yu Xiaowei's voice, he opened his eyes slightly and said,

"You needn't worry about Spirit Hall anymore. They won't make another move against you."

"Thank you, Great-Uncle."

Yu Yuanzhen's smashing of Spirit Hall's gates had already become common knowledge throughout the city. Yu Xiaowei was no fool; it was obvious who Yu Yuanzhen had stood up for.

"In the next few days, I'll be accompanying your father to the Star Dou Great Forest to obtain a Soul Ring. Behave yourself at home and stop stirring up trouble everywhere."

"My dad's advancing to Soul Douluo?"

Yu Xiaowei cried out in delight. That lazybones Yu Luomian was actually cultivating!

"Mm."

Yu Yuanzhen nodded gently without saying more, but the smile curling at the corner of his lips could not conceal his inner joy.

To outsiders, Yu Yuanzhen seemed rigid and harsh.

In truth, he was somewhat like Yu Luomian. He was usually rather laid-back, and the two brothers were extremely close. Aside from one argument over Yu Xiaogang, they had never even bickered.

"All right, go on."

After Yu Xiaowei bowed and withdrew, a middle-aged man with bandages wrapped around his head and one arm in a sling walked in.

"Father, we can't just let Xiaowei's matter go like this."

Yu Yuanzhen, who had just been wearing a gentle expression, instantly turned cold.

"Hmph, of course not. The matter of someone bullying my nephew has been settled, but we haven't yet settled the score for my son being injured!"

"Xiao Meng, prepare a generous gift and send it to Dugu Bo as well. We owe him this time. Otherwise, Xiaowei would have already been abducted and brainwashed by Salas."

"Spirit Hall is getting more and more outrageous!"

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi watched Ning Rongrong absorb her Soul Ring.

Everything was going smoothly, without any danger.

He nodded in satisfaction.

Once she successfully absorbed this Soul Ring, Ning Rongrong would become a Soul Elder.

And she would be the youngest Soul Elder in the history of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

He had originally worried that Rongrong might struggle to absorb this 1,700-year Soul Ring.

He had not expected it to be so exceptionally easy.

Remembering how he had nearly burst apart when he absorbed a Thousand Year Soul Ring back then, he stroked his chin and muttered to himself,

"Could Xiaowei's body-training method really be working?"

"Looks like it's necessary to have all the children in the sect train their bodies according to his method."

Chen Xin stood behind him and said with a smile,

"Congratulations, Sect Master. Rongrong is only twelve years old, yet she already has the cultivation of a Soul Elder. And her martial soul is the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda. This is a sign that our sect will prosper greatly!"

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi grinned from ear to ear.

Gu Rong snorted coldly and said bitterly,

"Our family's genius nearly became one of Spirit Hall's people."

"If Dugu Bo hadn't happened to be in secluded cultivation in Sunset Forest, and if he hadn't happened to know Xiaowei, Rongrong would have been abducted by that bastard Salas!"

"Fengzhi, Spirit Hall is reaching farther and farther. If we don't put them in their place, they may end up riding roughshod over our Upper Three Sects."

Ning Fengzhi's smiling face immediately darkened.

"I've already sent word. All projects cooperating with Spirit Hall this year are to be terminated."

"It's just a pity that Salas ran too quickly. Otherwise, I would have taught him a harsh lesson."

"Luckily, Dugu Bo was there this time. Bone Uncle, we should prepare a generous gift to send him and show our gratitude."

Inside Liu Erlong's little hut at Blue Tyrant Academy.

Yu Xiaowei and Dugu Bo were locked in a staring contest.

Liu Erlong, usually so fiery, was now kneeling obediently to one side as she brewed tea for them.

"Little brat, are you sure you want to use one of this old man's promises on something so simple?"

Dugu Bo sipped his tea comfortably, asking in disbelief.

This was the promise of a rank 92 Titled Douluo.

It was something countless people dreamed of obtaining, yet this brat merely wanted all of his medicinal herbs.

That pile of stuff was just sitting there anyway. He could not use it himself.

Though they were incomparably precious, to him, the only difference between them and a pile of garbage was that they looked nicer.

Yu Xiaowei nodded with a solemn expression.

Those herbs were just sitting there anyway. One day, he would bring the clan members over and have them eat them all.

Seeing his expression, Dugu Bo knew he was serious. He shrugged.

"Fine, no problem."

"Senior, the next matter is the second one."

"Are you sure you've thought this through?"

Dugu Bo was somewhat displeased. What did Yu Xiaowei take his promises for?

When ordinary people received a promise from a Titled Douluo, they would practically want to pay respects at their family ancestral graves first. Only after agonizing over it would they make their request.

Who used another promise as casually as this brat, as if drinking plain water?

"Yes. I ask that Senior become a teacher at our Blue Tyrant Academy."

Yu Xiaowei respectfully bent at the waist and offered Dugu Bo a solemn bow.

Upon hearing his words and seeing his demeanor, Liu Erlong's body trembled. She covered her mouth, tears shimmering in her eyes.

Oh my heavens!

If a Titled Douluo became one of their teachers, her Blue Tyrant Academy would no longer be the worst Advanced Soul Master Academy in Heaven Dou City!

Who would have thought that this younger brother of hers, usually so carefree and unreliable, had actually been thinking about the academy all along?

However, Dugu Bo furrowed his brows and flatly refused.

"No. This old man has always come and gone as he pleased. That is my principle; I will not do anything beyond my means."

"When Spirit Hall tried to recruit me, I did not go. When the Heaven Dou Imperial Family tried to recruit me, I only became an idle adviser."

"You want to tie this old man to your shabby academy with just one promise?"

"No, no. Ask for something else."

Yu Xiaowei remained unmoved. He continued to bow deeply without speaking.

Seeing this, Liu Erlong bit her lip and bent over alongside Yu Xiaowei.

"No, no. Even if you two siblings kneel here and beg me today, it won't work."

"If you keep this up, this old man will leave. You can take that promise of yours to whoever you want."

Dugu Bo made as if to rise, yet Yu Xiaowei and Liu Erlong remained completely still.

The three of them stayed locked in a standoff, none willing to back down.

"Huff... huff..."

Dugu Bo, so angry that he was panting heavily, glared at Yu Xiaowei and Liu Erlong. Gritting his teeth, he asked,

"Let me ask you, is there really no room for negotiation?"

"Mm."

Yu Xiaowei lowered his head, forcing out that single word from his throat.

"Sigh, this old man truly owes your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Get up. This old man agrees."

Dugu Bo plopped back down, shaking his head helplessly.

"Thank you, Senior, thank you, Senior."

Liu Erlong hurriedly stood and ran behind Dugu Bo to massage his shoulders and pound his back.

Unlike the excited Liu Erlong, Yu Xiaowei's expression was exceedingly calm, as though he had long known Dugu Bo would agree.

"Senior, the next matter is the third one."

"Pfft—"

Upon hearing those words, Dugu Bo sprayed out the tea he had just swallowed.

"Little brat, aren't you going too far?"

"Senior, you must agree to this next request, whether you want to or not."

Dugu Bo laughed in anger. Crossing his arms, he looked at Yu Xiaowei with a cold sneer.

"Oh? Then this old man is all ears."

"This junior's third request is that Senior become a Guest Elder of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

Dugu Bo flew into a rage at once and was about to explode when Yu Xiaowei said faintly,

"As long as Senior agrees, this junior will tell you how to remove the poison from Dugu Yan's body."

"A method that doesn't involve losing her hair."

As though struck by lightning, Dugu Bo raised a trembling finger at Yu Xiaowei.

His lips quivered nonstop.

He seemed to have something to say, yet could not get the words out.