Purple Thunder Liquid—Battle Was Still More Satisfying

Just as Ji Wuming wielded the Blood Thunder Battle Spear to deliver the final blow to the Thunderous Hell Vine, the fallen beast gathered the power of its death throes. Sensing someone frail nearby who carried an aura similar to the human powerhouse above it, one of its vines released a purple thunderball, shooting it toward Dugu Yan beside Ji Wuming.

"Watch out!"

At the critical moment, Ji Wuming reacted with swift eyes and hands, quickly tackling Dugu Yan to the ground. The purple thunderball missed its target and flew toward a fallen tree in the distance.

"Boom—"

The fallen tree was reduced to ash, and a sizable thunder crater appeared around it. This showed just how powerful the thunderball it had launched in its dying sneak attack had been.

"A mere twenty-thousand-year soul beast dared to launch a sneak attack before dying? You're courting death!"

Having watched Ji Wuming and Dugu Yan roll around together, Dugu Bo furiously stomped on the Thunderous Hell Vine several times and directly tore off the vine that had attacked his granddaughter.

The Thunderous Hell Vine's aura weakened even further.

Dugu Bo raised his head to look at Ji Wuming, then turned aside and awkwardly urged him, "Kid Ji, hurry up and get off my granddaughter. This Thunderous Hell Vine is about to die. Do you still want it or not?"

Ji Wuming and Dugu Yan were in a rather delicate position. Ji Wuming was above her, supporting himself with both hands on the ground, while Dugu Yan lay beneath him. Her face burned as hot as the sun, and she felt utterly embarrassed as she looked at his face.

"Yes, yes, of course I want it!

Dugu Yan stared at Ji Wuming's face less than twenty centimeters away from hers. As they looked directly into each other's eyes, especially when his lips moved to speak those words, her thoughts began to run wild. Her heartbeat accelerated continuously, as though it might explode at any moment.

"Brother Ji, get up quickly. Otherwise, how are you going to absorb the soul ring?"

"Right, but how should I get up? Should I move my left hand first, my right hand first, or both at once?"

Those words not only made Dugu Yan even more embarrassed, but also brought an angry expression to Dugu Bo's face. Flirting with my granddaughter right in front of me? This brat clearly needs a beating.

"Let me do it!"

Dugu Yan was so flustered that her words came out incoherently. She could only hurriedly use her weak little hands to push Ji Wuming away from above her, finally easing the tension in her heart. Yet the blush on her face still had not faded.

Having just gotten up, Ji Wuming swiftly walked over to the Thunderous Hell Vine, which no longer had much life left. He viciously drove the Blood Thunder Battle Spear into the point where its three main vines connected.

"Splat—"

Purple vine thunder liquid splashed onto his face, and numerous purple arcs of electricity danced across it, making Ji Wuming feel extremely comfortable.

As the Thunderous Hell Vine died, the thunderstorm weather above them gradually began to fade. Though a few bolts of lightning still struck from time to time, they were only weak lightning.

A black soul ring slowly emerged around the Thunderous Hell Vine. Ji Wuming was in no rush to absorb it. Instead, he took out several bottles and jars and placed them beneath the fatal wound.

He looked at Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan behind him, speaking with great delight, "Senior, little sister, the Purple Thunder Liquid left behind by this Thunderous Hell Vine contains the essence of its cultivation. It has remarkable effects in improving one's physique and preserving beauty."

Upon hearing this, Dugu Yan hurried forward and curiously watched the Purple Thunder Liquid drip down.

"Brother Ji, hurry and absorb the soul ring. As for this Purple Thunder Liquid, I'll keep it safe for you for now."

"Ah?"

Ji Wuming looked speechlessly at Dugu Yan, whose eyes were fixed on the Purple Thunder Liquid. I never said I wouldn't give you any. Why was this woman openly robbing me?

However, with Dugu Bo nearby, this was the perfect chance to absorb the soul ring on the spot. Ji Wuming adjusted his breathing and sat down cross-legged, drawing the soul ring around himself. A peculiar energy separated from the soul ring and rushed into his Spiritual Sea of Consciousness.

It gradually formed the soul of a Thunderous Hell Vine, which continued wreaking havoc within his Spiritual Sea of Consciousness before charging toward Ji Wuming's spiritual phantom.

But how could a mere Thunderous Hell Vine soul damage a Spiritual Sea of Consciousness that had expanded by more than double? A blood-colored black hole immediately appeared, and a dragon head emerged from it, completely devouring the Thunderous Hell Vine's soul.

Outside, Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan saw Ji Wuming's face twisted in pain and began to worry.

"Grandfather, Brother Ji isn't really going to be in trouble, is he?"

"I don't know either."

Not long after Dugu Bo spoke, his mind jolted as he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh no, I forgot to mention something extremely important. When absorbing a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, one must face the Soul Shock of the soul beast! With even the slightest mistake, Kid Ji could very well become an idiot."

"..."

For the first time, Dugu Yan showed Dugu Bo an expression of disgust. Puffing out her cheeks, she said with extreme nervousness, "If Brother Ji turns into an idiot, I'll never speak to Grandfather again!"

"Yanyan, absorbing the Thunderous Hell Vine was Kid Ji's own choice. We have to believe that he'll definitely succeed!"

At this point, Dugu Bo did not know whether Ji Wuming would become an idiot either. He could only keep consoling Dugu Yan. After all, she was his only granddaughter. If even Yanyan refused to acknowledge him, what meaning would there be in living? How could he face his son and daughter-in-law in the underworld?

Half an hour later, Ji Wuming slowly opened his eyes. A fierce warmth rushed toward him as Dugu Yan wrapped both arms around his neck and said in a choked voice, "It's good that you're all right, Brother Ji. It's all Grandfather's fault. Why didn't he tell you before you absorbed it that Soul Shock was so dangerous?"

"Little sister, let go. Some parts of you are pressing so hard that I can barely breathe!"

Hearing this, Dugu Yan's face instantly turned red, and she immediately pushed Ji Wuming away.

"You big liar, you're awful! You have to apologize for what you just said to make up for my wounded heart!"

Before Ji Wuming could reply, Dugu Bo directly grabbed his right ear, proving that strength worked miracles as he kicked him several times in succession.

"Senior, what are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm going to do after you bullied my granddaughter?"

Dugu Bo saw Ji Wuming's innocent expression and immediately got angry. His attacks came faster and faster, and Ji Wuming hurriedly dodged.

"I'm telling you, picking on the weak gets you killed early!"

"You brat, are you cursing this old man? Don't think I wouldn't dare kill you. I'm a Titled Douluo—I could crush you as easily as an ant!"

Just as Dugu Bo was about to use both hands and feet, Dugu Yan stepped in front of Ji Wuming.

"Alright, Grandfather. A little lesson is enough. Don't break him."

"Still, little sis treats me best! We can throw this old fossil away!"

As Dugu Yan turned around and smiled at Ji Wuming, less than a second later, she viciously stomped on both his feet. Her arms folded across her chest, her eyes filled with embarrassed anger.

"Who do you think you are? You can't curse my Grandfather."

Dugu Bo watched Dugu Yan from the side with great satisfaction. At least he hadn't raised this granddaughter for nothing.

Ji Wuming stood there in a daze, rubbing the back of his head with a bitter smile. A woman's heart was deeper than the sea—he really couldn't get a handle on it. Fighting was still much more straightforward.

After fooling around for a while, Dugu Bo looked at Ji Wuming with grave seriousness and asked, "Kid Ji, your Fourth Soul Skill won't disappoint us, will it?"