A Titled Douluo Known as Poison

No one noticed the passing days of cultivation.

Whenever Ye Feng or Xiao Wu woke up, they would go ashore and swallow a leaf each from the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Infernal Delicate Apricot, then jump back into the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to temper their bodies.

Ye Feng was a man, and Sword Saint Chen Xin was also a man. Even if Ye Feng was completely naked, he would not feel embarrassed. Xiao Wu was different. As a woman—especially one whose Divine Sense belonged to an old monster that had lived for a hundred thousand years—even when Sword Saint Chen Xin had his back to her, her face would still flush with shy redness whenever she came ashore.

The moment Xiao Wu swallowed the leaves of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot and jumped into the Fountain of Life within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, her face would redden even more when she saw the naked little boy in the water.

These days continued for quite some time.

Ye Feng stepped ashore and looked back at the naturally formed naked body with rabbit ears in the spring. A surge of heat rose uncontrollably in his lower abdomen.

Ye Feng cursed himself inwardly, What a sin. Xiao Wu is still a child, yet I actually had that kind of thought about her.

Ye Feng took two deep breaths, calming the heat and impulse in his heart. He took out a set of clothes from his Storage Soul Guidance Device, got dressed, and then walked over to Sword Saint Chen Xin.

Sword Saint Chen Xin opened his eyes and asked in surprise, "You're not continuing?"

At this point, only half of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot had been used. Ye Feng could have continued tempering his body.

Ye Feng answered with a smile, "Master, let me stand guard for you next. It's your turn to temper your body."

Sword Saint Chen Xin shook his head. "No need. My Soul Power has already reached Rank 96. Tempering my body will not significantly improve my combat strength. Continue cultivating."

Ye Feng did not deny it.

Sword Saint Chen Xin was already a Titled Douluo and had obtained nine soul rings. He could not obtain any more. Once a soul master's Soul Power broke through Rank 95, their martial soul would undergo an evolution with every subsequent minor rank increase. What Sword Saint Chen Xin needed most was an increase in Soul Power, not bodily tempering.

"Who are you people? How dare you enter this old man's Herb Garden?"

A deep, hoarse voice came from the high ground atop the hill.

"He's here," Sword Saint Chen Xin said.

Before the owner of the voice arrived, Sword Saint Chen Xin had already recognized him from his voice.

Before long, the owner of the voice arrived before Ye Feng and Sword Saint Chen Xin.

The man was tall and thin, like a javelin. Even his beard and hair were dark green, while his eyes gleamed like emeralds.

He gave off an illusory feeling, as though he were a phantom. His footsteps could not be seen at all, yet he arrived before Ye Feng and Sword Saint Chen Xin in the blink of an eye.

His expression was entirely stiff, his cheeks deeply sunken. The green hair on his head was unkempt, and he wore a simple gray robe. Though his hands were tucked into his sleeves, his snake-like eyes stared at Ye Feng and Sword Saint Chen Xin.

The old man cried out solemnly in disbelief, "Sword Saint Chen Xin? It's actually you!"

There was a trace of apprehension in the old man's voice. In the world of soul masters, there were only a handful of people he could not afford to provoke. One of them was Sword Saint Chen Xin, known as the Sword Douluo.

Sword Saint Chen Xin often accompanied Ning Fengzhi, while the old man often entered and left the Heaven Dou imperial court. Thus, he recognized Sword Saint Chen Xin at a glance.

The old man's gaze fell upon the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Infernal Delicate Apricot, and he cried out in heartache, "My Immortal Herbs! You... you ate my Immortal Herbs!"

Sword Saint Chen Xin said evenly, "Dugu Bo, watch your wording. Even if Sunset Forest has an owner, that owner would be the Heaven Dou Empire. Besides, with your ability, you could not grow these Immortal Herbs. They can be considered ownerless."

Dugu Bo was unconvinced upon hearing Sword Saint Chen Xin's words and argued, "Even so, this is a place I discovered forty years ago. For forty years, I have carefully tended everything here. The things here should rightfully belong to me."

Sword Saint Chen Xin's gaze sharpened as he retorted, "So what? We merely ate two Immortal Herbs. Do you want to spar with me?"

"Spar?"

Dugu Bo froze, looking at Sword Saint Chen Xin with apprehension. If they truly fought, he was no match for Sword Saint Chen Xin, that Battle Maniac.

"Senior, I truly apologize for eating two of your Immortal Herbs without your permission. However, this junior will give you what you need most," Ye Feng said with an awkward smile.

"What could a little child like you possibly give me? Forget it, forget it. The things have already been eaten. For his sake, I'll let it go this time. Leave." Dugu Bo waved his hand, unwilling to argue with Sword Saint Chen Xin, and hurriedly ordered Ye Feng and Sword Saint Chen Xin to leave.

"Senior, the night of the full moon is approaching. You came here to ease the pain in your body, didn't you?" Ye Feng asked.

A flicker passed through Dugu Bo's eyes as he turned to look at Ye Feng. He sized Ye Feng up and down, yet continued urging him away without concern.

"You little child, what nonsense are you talking about? Leave now. I said I won't hold the matter of the Immortal Herbs against you." Dugu Bo urged.

Dugu Bo had given himself the title of Poison and was respectfully known in the world of soul masters as the Poison Douluo. If others learned that he himself was suffering from poison, and word spread through the world of soul masters, where would he put his face?

Therefore, even though Ye Feng was right, Dugu Bo would never admit it.

Ye Feng took in Dugu Bo's expression. If he had truly been only a six-year-old child, he naturally would not have continued speaking with Dugu Bo. However, while his outward appearance was that of a six-year-old, his mind was not. He smiled and said, "Senior, whenever the weather turns overcast and rainy, do your ribs feel numb and itchy? It attacks once at noon and once at midnight. Given your current condition, each episode should last for more than two hours. Also, at the third watch of the night, do the crown of your head and the soles of your feet feel as though they are being pricked by needles? Senior, there is no need to hide it from me. Not only have you been poisoned, but the poison has already seeped into your bones."

"He's been poisoned?" Sword Saint Chen Xin exclaimed, staring at Dugu Bo in astonishment.

A man who had played with poison his entire life had ultimately been harmed by poison himself. What an enormous joke.

"It seems I really must spar today." Dugu Bo's gaze turned sharp. Ye Feng's words left him no choice but to fight Chen Xin and keep Ye Feng here.

Everything Ye Feng had said was true. If these secrets were discovered by Dugu Bo's enemies and exploited, if they attacked him while his poison flared up, the consequences would truly be unimaginable.