Stripping Dugu Bo Bare

Dugu Bo, martial soul: Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor, Rank 91 Titled Douluo, title: Poison.

Throughout the history of Douluo Continent, there had been no shortage of masters who used poison. Dugu Bo was undoubtedly among the very best. No one who could cultivate to the rank of Titled Douluo was simple.

Below Titled Douluo, all were ants. Even Titled Douluo were divided into ranks. Dugu Bo was at the bottom of the barrel, but his unfathomable poison arts gave many powerhouses headaches—even Titled Douluo.

Now, Ye Tianxing had ruthlessly exposed Dugu Bo's greatest secret, and in front of Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, no less. The two of them also appeared to be on rather good terms.

Dugu Bo's first thought was naturally to kill them and silence them.

After pondering for a moment, Dugu Bo gave up on the idea. He still wanted to remain in the Heaven Dou Empire, so he could not touch Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.

If the Heaven Dou Empire used this to threaten him, there would be nothing Dugu Bo could do. He had used poison all his life, only to ultimately become trapped by it.

The toxins had invaded his limbs and bones, leaving him unable to improve as steadily as other Titled Douluo. His Soul Power had stagnated, and it had become a source of deep anguish for Dugu Bo.

"You?" Dugu Bo looked at Ye Tianxing with contempt. "Why should I make a deal with you?"

Ye Tianxing smiled faintly, as though he had expected Dugu Bo to say that.

"Your granddaughter, Dugu Yan of Heaven Dou Royal Academy—she probably doesn't know about the poison she carried from her mother's womb, does she?"

At those words, Dugu Bo could no longer remain composed. His surging Soul Power transformed into immense pressure and instantly crushed down upon Ye Tianxing.

Yet Ye Tianxing let the pressure descend upon him without moving so much as a muscle.

"You!" Dugu Bo was astonished. This outrageously handsome youth before him could withstand the terrifying pressure he emitted without budging. One had to know that he was a Titled Douluo!

Ye Tianxing merely smiled and effortlessly shrugged off the pressure on his shoulders.

Ever since childhood, he had trained under the Seven Great Worshipers in rotation. Enduring the pressure of Titled Douluo was a required lesson. By now, Ye Tianxing's body could withstand even Qian Daoliu's pressure, ensuring that he would not be utterly helpless before other Titled Douluo.

"Senior Dugu, I sincerely wish to cooperate with you. Shall we talk?" Ye Tianxing said with a smile, inviting Dugu Bo to sit.

Dugu Bo silently watched Ye Tianxing for a long while before letting out a cold snort. With a sweep of his robe, he sat across from Ye Tianxing, his face as foul as a stone from a latrine.

The corners of Xue Qinghe's lips curled upward. He was very satisfied with Ye Tianxing's performance. As expected of someone taught by Grandfather and the others—being able to resist a Titled Douluo's terrifying pressure was already something no one else could match.

Dugu Bo had no choice but to admit that the young man before him possessed limitless potential. He had intended to put Ye Tianxing in his place, yet the other party had remained unmoved, leaving him somewhat embarrassed.

"This old man admits that I underestimated you earlier. May I know your name, young friend? And who is your teacher? Perhaps this old man knows the teacher capable of training such a disciple as you."

Yet Ye Tianxing knew full well that if Xue Qinghe had not been present to keep watch over things, Dugu Bo might have scattered his ashes long ago.

The greater one's ability, the more leverage one had at the negotiating table. That brief exchange had successfully piqued Dugu Bo's interest.

"Ye Fan. My teacher is merely a reclusive master, though he is certainly stronger than Senior Dugu. After all, when I was very young, I was already enduring pressure even greater than yours," Ye Tianxing said truthfully while concealing his real name.

Dugu Bo: "..."

Was that polite?

Dugu Bo forcibly suppressed the urge to slap Ye Tianxing to death. If it were not for the possibility of resolving his greatest problem, he would never have come. Even if Xue Qinghe himself had sent word, he would still have had to consider it.

The message Ye Tianxing had previously asked Xue Qinghe to deliver had struck like thunder from a clear sky, catching Dugu Bo completely off guard and leaving him with lingering fear.

The imperial family had always been the most deranged place for struggles over power. Why deranged? Because fighting for power and profit could torment people until they were neither human nor ghost.

Once they gained control of his weakness, it would be like tying a rope around Dugu Bo's neck, making him lose his freedom forever. For Dugu Bo, who yearned for freedom, that would be more unbearable than death.

Dugu Bo was grateful that this young man named Ye Fan had not joined forces with Xue Qinghe to use this against him. Otherwise, they would not be sitting here talking now—he would be standing straight like those blindly loyal soldiers.

Xue Qinghe laughed to himself. As expected of someone who had tricked that woman—he certainly had a knack for mocking others.

"This junior can tell that Senior Dugu cultivates with the aid of a uniquely favorable location. Otherwise, at your age, the deadly poison residing within your body would have been the foremost obstacle to successfully breaking through to Titled Douluo."

Before Ye Tianxing had even finished, Dugu Bo hurriedly cut him off. "Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, where did you find this brat? This old man feels as though even the color of his underwear cannot escape his eyes."

Xue Qinghe smiled without speaking and gestured for Ye Tianxing to get to the point.

Ye Tianxing nodded inwardly. It was not that he possessed eyes capable of seeing through everything; based on what he knew from the original story, he could infer it all. What truly gave Ye Tianxing confidence was his martial soul: the Withered Wood Bow.

From the very moment Dugu Bo appeared, the Withered Wood Bow's reaction had grown increasingly intense. It had detected an exceptionally peculiar aura. Though that trace of aura was faint, it still made the Withered Wood Bow stir restlessly.

"Back to the matter at hand." Ye Tianxing said calmly, "The poison within your granddaughter is only a tiny amount. To me, it is very simple—I only need to use my martial soul's healing skill. But for someone as gravely afflicted as Senior Dugu, I will need certain things in your possession as supplementary treatment. Only then can we ensure there is no room for error."

"How did you know this old man possesses some good things?" Dugu Bo's gaze turned sharp, like a venomous snake ready to strike at any time, staring fixedly at Ye Tianxing.

From the beginning until now, every time their conversation touched upon some aspect of Dugu Bo's body, he felt as though his secrets were gradually being peeled open, revealing their original colors beneath.

Ye Tianxing said evenly, "Would someone who plays with poison not grow some flowers and plants where he lives? To be honest, among the people I know, there is someone like you. But that man cherished flowers like his life. When I picked one of his flowers as a child, he nearly took my life!"

He was naturally referring to Chrysanthemum Pass. Ye Tianxing had been mischievous as a child and picked one of his chrysanthemums. Fortunately, Ghost Douluo had held him back, or Ye Tianxing's backside would have been in bloom.

"Is that so?" Dugu Bo naturally did not believe him. He only sneered. "You are quite observant. In that case, follow this old man. If you lose track, I will not wait for you."

With that, Dugu Bo shot into the sky, transforming into a streak of green light and vanishing beyond the horizon.