Douluo's Sacred Beast Master: I've Collected All Twelve Zodiacs!
Chapter 9

Dugu Bo

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Yu Tianheng felt a little intimidated when he saw the three Spirit Rings beneath Xiao Chenlong's feet, and his gaze involuntarily shifted to Yu Mingfeng.

Yu Mingfeng's expression was grim, but for the sake of his pride, he could not let Yu Tianheng admit defeat just like that.

"Worthy of His Highness the Saint Son of Spirit Hall. Impressive, truly impressive. But Soul Power does not represent everything.

"Tianheng, there are no cowards in our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Win or lose, you must display the spirit of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Yes, Father."

"I've seen plenty of fathers being set up by their sons, but sons being set up by their fathers are truly rare. Fine, I'll grant your wish."

Xiao Chenlong whistled, and the Big White Pig and Big Rooster flew over together.

The Schnauzer also stood beside Xiao Chenlong and barked twice at Yu Tianheng.

"First Spirit Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!"

Yu Tianheng charged at Xiao Chenlong with all his strength, only to be blasted black and knocked down by the Big White Pig's Electric Eye.

Everything happened in an instant. Yu Mingfeng had no time to stop it.

"Tianheng!"

Yu Mingfeng hurried to Yu Tianheng's side and checked his condition.

"Don't worry. I held back. He's not seriously hurt."

"Your Highness the Saint Son, isn't it a little excessive to have the Spirit Beasts you keep help you?"

"Are you blind? Can't you tell whether they're Spirit Beasts or not? Can you see clearly now?"

Xiao Chenlong recalled the Big White Pig into his Spirit Ring, then summoned it again.

"A Spirit Skill? A Living Spirit Skill! That's even rarer than a Detached Spirit. This trip was worth it."

"Yes, yes. The Martial Soul Hall Holy Son truly lives up to his reputation."

"With such a Holy Son, Spirit Hall's future is bound to flourish."

Xiao Chenlong remained calm in the face of their praise. They were merely polite pleasantries; few of them were sincere.

Ning Fengzhi stepped in to smooth things over. After all, he was the host, and to be honest, he was quite displeased with Yu Mingfeng today.

Provoking the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was also a slap in Ning Fengzhi's face.

"Your Highness the Saint Son is indeed extraordinary. Please give Ning a little face and let this matter end here. What do you say?"

"Then I'll give Sect Master Ning that face. Sect Master Ning is still smarter than certain people."

Xiao Chenlong subtly jabbed at Yu Mingfeng, naturally making Yu Mingfeng's expression even uglier.

"Sect Master Ning, I'll take my child to be treated. Please excuse us."

"Very well. I'm busy today, so I won't see you off."

Yu Mingfeng left in disgrace, while Ning Rongrong's first birthday banquet continued.

Quite a few people had also brought children around Xiao Chenlong's age to get acquainted with him.

Among them were Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er, and Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian looked somewhat unconvinced and muttered, "I will definitely surpass him."

He thought he had spoken quietly, but Xiao Chenlong heard him clearly. He merely smiled knowingly.

Feng Xiaotian truly was a genius, but unfortunately, he was love-struck and a hopeless simp.

After the banquet, Xue Qinghe invited Xiao Chenlong to share a carriage with him, and Xiao Chenlong agreed.

Inside the carriage, Qian Renxue revealed her true appearance and said with a smile that did not reach her eyes, "How does it feel to be the center of attention?"

"I feel nothing. It was all just empty socializing, and I don't like it."

"You don't like it? You seemed to be having quite a good time chatting with those girls. You even made several of them laugh."

"What you think of me is none of my concern. But it seems you've been slacking in your cultivation. Let me remind you again: don't lose sight of what matters. Some people and some things aren't worth it."

After saying that, Xiao Chenlong closed his eyes and no longer looked at Qian Renxue.

In the blink of an eye, another year passed. Xiao Chenlong wrote many stories about the Tang Sect and Hidden Weapons, making the name Tang Sect known to every household.

The same was true of Hidden Weapons. Some blacksmiths were now attempting to make them according to Xiao Chenlong's descriptions, but none grasped the essential methods.

Even when they barely managed to make one, its power was not particularly great, making it little more than a useless novelty.

Xiao Chenlong wanted to see whether Tang San would still dare use Tang Sect Hidden Weapons and secret techniques so freely once stories of the Tang Sect spread throughout Douluo Continent.

Naturally, the story of Tang Sect traitor Tang San stealing Tang Sect treasures, being chased and killed by Elders, and finally taking his own life out of fear of punishment also spread far and wide.

As the stories spread, Tang San became an object of scorn, just like Tang Hao and Xiaogang.

Xiao Chenlong continued living in seclusion, and as time passed, people naturally paid less attention to him.

Meanwhile, his Soul Power Level reached forty-one. He gained a fourth Green Spirit Ring, as well as a fourth Zodiac Animal Monkey.

The monkey's ability was endless transformation. It could transform into any animal.

Xiao Chenlong possessed the same ability. He tried transforming into other people, but failed.

The Monkey Talisman seemed only able to transform living beings into animals. Humans did not count as animals under the talisman's rules.

Xiao Chenlong then gave Little Monkey a copy of the Spirit Beast Compendium to read. Spirit Beasts were animals as well, so Little Monkey could transform into them.

However, it only possessed their basic abilities and could not use their Spirit Skills.

Moreover, the age of the Spirit Beast Little Monkey transformed into was related to Xiao Chenlong's own strength.

Xiao Chenlong was now a Soul Ancestor, so the Spirit Beasts Little Monkey transformed into possessed roughly Ten Thousand Years Later-level strength.

Little Monkey transformed into an owl and flew away. Aside from the watchdog, Xiao Chenlong's animals all loved running outside.

Not long afterward, Xiao Chenlong sensed Little Monkey's fluctuations and shared its vision.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo? Why is he here? That is... Poison Douluo Dugu Bo. So this is the part where Dugu Bo was chased and killed by Chrysanthemum Douluo, then saved by Prince Xue Xing."

Seeing this, Xiao Chenlong transformed into a Spinetail Swift, a bird exceptionally skilled at high-speed flight.

The Spinetail Swift was indeed fast enough. He quickly found Chrysanthemum Douluo and Dugu Bo.

"Old Poison, you are no match for me. Join Spirit Hall, and I guarantee you an Elder's position."

"Hmph. This Old Man has grown accustomed to freedom. I don't care for an Elder's position in your Spirit Hall.

"On the other hand, your Spirit Hall tries to chase and kill me just because I refuse to join. Utterly despicable."

"If Spirit Hall truly wanted to chase and kill you, Chrysanthemum Douluo would not have come alone."

"Who's there?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo hurriedly turned around as well. The voice had come from behind him, yet he had not sensed anything at all.

"Your Highness the Saint Son? Why are you here?"

"That is unimportant. Dugu Bo, it was that madwoman Bibi Dong who ordered your pursuit. You only need to hold a grudge against her."

"So you are the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son. You do have some courage."

"Dugu Bo, make a deal with me."

"A deal? What deal?"

"Serve me for ten years..."

"Impossible."

"Don't reject it so quickly. Hear my terms first: within five years, I will relieve you of the troubles caused by Spirit Poison."

The moment Xiao Chenlong said the words Spirit Poison, he immediately felt Dugu Bo's Killing Intent.

Chrysanthemum Douluo hurriedly shielded Xiao Chenlong and stared fixedly at Dugu Bo.

Xiao Chenlong ignored Dugu Bo's Killing Intent and looked at him calmly, wearing an expression of complete confidence.

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