Badass Sword Douluo!

The sunset was infinitely beautiful, yet it was nearing dusk.

The splendid sunset at the horizon dyed Sunset Forest red, as beautiful as a maple grove.

A lovely figure ran through Sunset Forest, soon arriving atop a cliff. The girl then called down into the valley below, "Chen Lang, dinner!"

"Coming!"

A clear, cheerful voice rose from beneath the cliff.

Before long, a figure moved up the cliff as though walking on level ground, like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he had climbed up from the valley.

"Another breakthrough?"

The girl looked at the boy before her with surprise in her beautiful eyes.

"That's right."

The boy nodded. "I'm already level 58. Time really flies. A year and a half passed in the blink of an eye."

"Yeah. When I first met you, you only came up to my shoulder. Now you're almost as tall as me." The girl looked at the boy, whose childishness had gradually faded, and felt equally sentimental.

The girl was Dugu Yan, and the boy was Chen Lang.

Chen Lang had cultivated at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well for a year and a half. He had not even returned to Shrek Academy during that time.

Thinking of Shrek Academy, Chen Lang could not help wondering how strong his two little lackeys had become.

"Thinking about Grandpa Sword again?"

Seeing Chen Lang lost in thought, Dugu Yan said, "Let's go back and eat first. Grandpa seems to have heard something about Grandpa Sword."

"Sure."

Chen Lang nodded and asked as they walked, "Has that Yu Tianheng been harassing you lately?"

"What? Jealous?"

Dugu Yan smiled sweetly and tilted her head to look at Chen Lang's increasingly well-defined profile. Her heart fluttered wildly, but her pride kept her from showing it.

"What would I be jealous about? I'm only doing it because Grandpa Poison took care of me for a year and a half. I'll help you teach that brat a lesson."

Chen Lang stretched lazily. "Besides, I've been in seclusion for so long. I'm planning to leave soon anyway."

"You're leaving???"

Hearing that Chen Lang was leaving, Dugu Yan's heart clenched, as if a piece of it had suddenly been hollowed out.

"Yeah. The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well can't help me much anymore, and I still have an academy to manage. You think everyone's as idle as you, spending every day with nothing to do?"

Chen Lang shot Dugu Yan a sidelong glance, a complicated look flashing through his eyes.

After living together for a year and a half, it would be a lie to say there were no feelings involved.

"Get lost! I've been working hard too, okay? I used to come once every ten days, but now I only come once a month. And I've reached level 45!"

After a year and a half, the proud Dugu Yan still could not stand Chen Lang's mouth. He made her fume every single time.

The reason she had improved so quickly was naturally because she had taken an immortal-grade medicinal herb.

More importantly, seeing Chen Lang work himself so hard, she could only grit her teeth and keep up.

"That's impressive. You're only six years older than me and ten levels lower."

Chen Lang nodded and said it as casually as if it meant nothing.

"I'm not comparing myself to a freak!"

Dugu Yan's verbal skills had clearly improved a great deal as well, but whenever she thought of Chen Lang's cultivation speed, she could not help clicking her tongue in amazement.

He had risen sixteen levels in a year and a half. Even with an immortal-grade medicinal herb, that speed absolutely crushed countless geniuses. In fact, being called a genius was merely the threshold for standing before him.

Who would compare themselves to such a freak?

"So, if you want me to beat up Yu Tianheng and make him stop pestering you, I can teach him a lesson while I still have time," Chen Lang said.

Even he had not realized that he wanted to beat Yu Tianheng up solely because hearing that Yu Tianheng had been pestering Dugu Yan had made him unhappy.

"No need. A young, beautiful junior sister recently joined the academy."

At that, Dugu Yan's eyes lit up. She suddenly leaned close to Chen Lang, her seductive eyes sparkling as she gossiped, "Guess who she is?"

"Who?"

"I told you to guess!"

Dugu Yan rolled her eyes at this hopelessly straight-laced man. "Here's a hint. You know her, and you're quite close."

"Someone I know? And prettier than you."

Chen Lang frowned, suddenly thinking of someone. Still, he asked uncertainly, "Could it be Ning Rongrong?"

"I never said she was prettier than me!"

Dugu Yan angrily waved her little pink fists, but upon seeing that Chen Lang had guessed correctly, she immediately revealed a surprised expression. "How did you guess that so accurately?"

"Since I was born, I've only met two pretty girls. One is you, and the other is Ning Rongrong. Was it that hard to guess?" Chen Lang shrugged, though he was deeply surprised inside.

His brows furrowed lightly before quickly relaxing, as though he had figured something out.

"Then which of us is prettier?"

"Do you want the truth or a lie?"

"The lie."

"Ning Rongrong is prettier."

"And the truth?" Dugu Yan asked expectantly.

"Neither of you is pretty."

"Chen Lang, I'm going to kill you!"

Dugu Yan bit down hard on Chen Lang's arm.

Why had she expected this rotten straight man to suddenly change?

"Chen Lang, want a drink?"

At a clean little wooden table, Poison Douluo took out a wine gourd and shook it at Chen Lang. It contained medicinal wine he had brewed himself.

"Grandpa, what are you doing? Chen Lang is still so young, and you're letting him drink!"

Before Chen Lang could take the wine gourd, Dugu Yan snatched it away and snapped fiercely.

"Your grandpa soaked this with top-grade medicinal herbs. It's good for men." Poison Douluo spoke with hidden meaning.

"That's right. What's wrong with a man having a little drink?"

Chen Lang snatched the wine gourd back. "If I don't get drunk, how will you get a chance?"

"Get lost, get lost! Nothing good ever comes out of that filthy mouth of yours!"

Dugu Yan shot Chen Lang a vicious glare, but she still let go.

Poison Douluo had long since grown used to this.

Watching the two youngsters bicker actually amused him, reminding him of his own youth.

It was the finest accompaniment to his drink.

Chen Lang first filled Poison Douluo's cup, then filled his own.

What man would ever complain about being too big? Only the smaller one would feel awkward.

After taking a bite of cold pig ear salad to line his stomach, Chen Lang raised his cup, clinked it against Poison Douluo's, and asked, "Grandpa Poison, how has my grandpa been lately?"

Over the past year and a half, Poison Douluo's toxins had been completely cured. Just like in the original story, his Soul Power had not dropped but instead risen, reaching level 92 as a Titled Douluo.

At the same time, the poison within his granddaughter's body had also been removed.

Combined with the exceptional talent and knowledge Chen Lang had displayed, Poison Douluo had begun treating him directly as either his own grandson or future grandson-in-law.

Chen Lang had also felt Poison Douluo's goodwill, changing how he addressed him from senior to Grandpa Poison.

"Speaking of your grandpa, even I, Dugu Bo, have to give him a thumbs-up. I truly admire him."

Whenever Poison Douluo thought of what Sword Douluo had done over the past year and a half, his eyes filled with admiration.