Survive by Courting Death, Dugu Bo Seeks Death

"You're planning to save him? I heard Bibi Dong sent people to invite him many times before, but he refused to join Spirit Hall. Now he seems to be mixed up with Heaven Dou's imperial family too. We should just kill him."

Broad Hill pointed at the block of ice on the ground. He did not think much of Han Li's attempt to save the man, nor did he believe that Dugu Bo, who had refused to join Spirit Hall even after polite negotiations and threats, would change his mind because of this.

Hearing Broad Hill's words from within the ice, Dugu Bo's eyes nearly burst into flames. He screamed frantically in his heart, I think we can give it a try! Unfortunately, he could neither move nor speak.

"Let's give it a try. What if he agrees? Right, Senior Poison Douluo?"

Han Li directed the latter half of his words at Dugu Bo, who was still trapped in the ice, trying to gauge his reaction.

Dugu Bo was nodding so hard in his heart that his head was about to fall apart, but from the outside, he remained completely motionless. He could not even blink.

The tiny bit of strength he had left had just been used in an attempt to speak, but he had overestimated himself and underestimated Broad Hill. As a result, he had lost his last chance to resist. He regretted it bitterly. If he had not acted impulsively and had saved his strength until now, even being able to blink would have been good. Why had he ended up in such a passive position, able only to leave his fate to the heavens?

Just as despair rose in his heart, Han Li's voice sounded beside his ear again in the next instant, as beautiful as heavenly music. His goodwill toward this junior soared.

"Master, loosen Senior Poison Douluo's restraints a little first. It does not have to be much—just enough for him to blink or communicate. I want to talk with him."

Seeing that Han Li still intended to speak with Dugu Bo, Broad Hill gave up trying to dissuade him. Fine, if he wanted to talk, then let him talk. With him here, a Titled Douluo who had only recently advanced could not stir up any real trouble. Killing him afterward would not be difficult anyway.

Broad Hill stretched out a hand and directly drew the block of ice from the ground into his grasp. He summoned his martial soul and tapped the ice with it. The ice around Dugu Bo's head dissipated slightly, and Dugu Bo could finally move his head.

However, although Broad Hill had cleared some space around Dugu Bo, two thin ice needles remained at his brow and the crown of his head. They were a precaution Broad Hill had left behind. The moment Dugu Bo showed any intention of attacking, he would die instantly.

"Behave yourself, or else... heh heh." Broad Hill added a verbal threat.

The moment Dugu Bo, who had just regained the ability to move his head, heard those words, his temper flared.

It was this bastard. Not only had he ambushed Dugu Bo while he was asleep and seized his secluded dwelling, but he had even intended to kill him to silence him. If not for the boy beside him insisting otherwise, he would not even have allowed Dugu Bo to speak. When had Dugu Bo ever suffered such humiliation in his life?

He had wanted to launch into a furious tirade, but when he saw the cold gleam in Broad Hill's eyes, he forcibly held it in. Compared to his own miserable state, he cared more about what that boy had said. If it was true, then he would need to ask him for help later. This was the boy's master, so he absolutely could not act impulsively again.

Stay calm. Stay calm.

Dugu Bo took a deep breath, ignored Broad Hill's threatening glare, and turned to Han Li beside him.

"Was what you said true? You not only saw the symptoms afflicting me, but you even have a way to cure me?" Dugu Bo tried his best to control his emotions, afraid that he might frighten Han Li and cause Broad Hill to strike him down.

"Of course. I never lie." Han Li answered with great confidence.

Broad Hill curled his lips imperceptibly, but he had no intention of exposing his own disciple. He knew Han Li had read quite a few books on medicine and plants. With that illustrated guide, he could accept that Han Li might follow the diagrams and make an antidote.

But after studying for only a year, curing a Titled Douluo who was nearly poisoned to death by his own toxins with just that knowledge? He truly did not believe it. The boy probably had some other purpose and wanted to pull something over on Dugu Bo.

With that thought, he secretly added several more ice needles behind Dugu Bo's head, eliminating the possibility of any accident.

At such close range, the other two naturally noticed his little movement, but neither cared.

To Dugu Bo, two needles and ten needles made no difference. As long as Broad Hill wanted to kill him, he was doomed. He only wanted to confirm whether Han Li's words were true.

As for Han Li, he was delighted by his master's caution. It meant that even if Dugu Bo lost his mind and refused to cooperate, they could kill him immediately and minimize the impact on them both. If he cooperated, Han Li could apologize to his master for him later and earn some goodwill. It was a guaranteed profit with no loss.

"If you do not believe me, I can first describe your symptoms. You can judge whether they match."

After speaking, Han Li continued before Dugu Bo could speak again. "If my diagnosis is correct, your body is already in serious trouble. Whenever the sky turns overcast or it rains, you feel numbness and itching beneath your ribs. It gradually worsens and lasts for more than two hours, occurring once at noon and once at midnight. Also, every night around the third watch, you feel needle-like stabbing pain at the top of your head and the soles of your feet, followed by full-body spasms that last at least an hour."

He had memorized it for so long; he had to make use of it eventually. After reciting without missing a single word the Immortal Herb Code, which he had memorized for so long but which now seemed to have failed, Han Li looked at the agitated Dugu Bo and the slightly open-mouthed Broad Hill before continuing, "Also, you came to this Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to suppress the outbreaks of poison within your body, didn't you? The extreme cold and heat here can help you to a certain extent."

"Oh, right. Your direct descendants should be afflicted by Martial Soul Poison as well, correct? What level are they at? Are they still alive? Has anyone died from the poison?" At the end, Han Li dealt Dugu Bo another ruthless blow.

Broad Hill looked at Han Li, who was speaking so convincingly, as though he had seen a ghost. Then he looked at Dugu Bo, who had first been excited, then had his eyes light up, and finally fallen silent. Realizing that Han Li was probably correct, Broad Hill fell silent as well. It seemed he no longer understood this world.

After finishing, Han Li also closed his mouth and waited for Dugu Bo's response.

After a long while, Dugu Bo recovered from his grief. His hoarse voice carried a trace of bitterness. "You're right. Every word is correct, including that my son died when the poison erupted."

Then he looked at Han Li with great anticipation. "You really can cure it, right?"

Han Li looked at him and nodded with certainty.

A flash of joy crossed Dugu Bo's face. In a pleading tone, he said, "I do not know what immortal herbs are, but I know the medicinal herbs here are all extremely precious. Since I was unlucky enough to run into you, I am not asking you to save me. You can kill me. But I have other treasures and medicinal herbs elsewhere, and I can tell you about all of them. I only hope that you can save my Granddaughter. Can you?"

"She is only fourteen. The poisoning is still mild, so it should not take too much effort from you. What do you think?" By the end, Dugu Bo's voice trembled slightly, and he looked exceedingly cautious.

Broad Hill also glanced sideways at Dugu Bo. The man had not begged for mercy or asked to be spared. Instead, he wanted to trade everything he had for Han Li to treat his granddaughter. That was beyond Broad Hill's expectations.

The scene fell silent. Suddenly, Han Li laughed.

"Senior, do you want to die that badly? I never said I could not save you. My master has not killed you either, has he? Why don't you think it over again?"

After speaking, Han Li sent Broad Hill a message through his antennae. Broad Hill frowned and glanced at Dugu Bo again, but he still reluctantly touched the ice with his bow and released him from within.

"Seeing as you're still somewhat of a man, I'll let you out. But let me make this clear first: don't get any funny ideas. This place belongs to my disciple and me now, and you have to keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, heh heh. You heard it too—Xiao Li doesn't want to kill you, and he even wants to save you. Oh, and your granddaughter too. Think carefully about what you can offer as payment. It has to satisfy me, or you can go die instead."

Dugu Bo had not expected to be released, much less spared from death. With his emotions rising and falling so wildly, he simply stood there in a daze.

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