At first, Chrysanthemum Douluo thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He instinctively rubbed them, then looked again—and froze completely.
Ye Wen and the others were Dugu Bo's precious treasures. After living seventy or eighty years, he had finally seen some improvement in his life, so naturally Dugu Bo was unhappy to let his old rival stare at them like that. His tone turned unfriendly.
"What else do you want, Juhua Guan?! If you have nothing else to say, get lost. Otherwise, if you force us to join the fight, it'll be a fight to the death!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Dugu Bo, then at Ye Wen and the others. His mouth hung open for a long while, but he could not utter a word.
Heavens above! As one of the only three soul masters on the entire Douluo Continent who possessed an Immortal Herb as a Martial Soul—and someone who had spent his entire life searching for Immortal Herbs—he had been played by fate in the cruelest possible way!
(PS: The Nine Heart Begonia's effects were absurdly powerful, so it should itself represent a type of Immortal Herb. Thus, it counted as one of the three here.)
What had he seen? Every single young person from the Medical Alliance before him carried a faint aura of Immortal Herbs. A select few even radiated an incredibly dense Immortal Herb aura, as though they had consumed Immortal Herbs not long ago. What kind of ridiculous joke was this?
Chrysanthemum Douluo stiffly turned to Dugu Bo. "Old Poison, tell me the truth. Did you stumble into some nest of Immortal Herbs or something? Why does every one of them have an Immortal Herb aura?"
After speaking to Dugu Bo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, whose perception was stretched to its limit, began trembling again