Douluo: Starting by Crafting Guns Chapter 33

Guard A nodded. "I know. That person's appearance is very unique; you definitely won't forget it after seeing him once."

Guard B chimed in, "Exactly. That person has green hair and green eyes. When you get close, you can even smell an extremely strange odor that makes people feel dizzy and lethargic."

Shen Feng curled the corner of his mouth upward. "Alright, I know. You two go back to your duties."

"Yes, Young Guild Master."

After the two guards left, Zhao Wuji asked curiously, "Xiao Feng, do you know who that is?"

Shen Feng nodded. "Teacher Zhao, you really might not be able to afford to provoke this person."

"Because he has nine spirit rings!"

"Ni, nine???" Zhao Wuji was instantly stunned on the spot.

"If I run now, it should still be in time, right? Heh."

Shen Feng kept his gaze fixed on the entrance of Soul Hunting Town.

"It should... probably be too late."

Zhao Wuji was taken aback and followed Shen Feng's gaze.

He saw two people he was extremely familiar with, Shen Rui and Ling Na, walking slowly out of the entrance of Soul Hunting Town.

However, that wasn't the point. The point was that Shen Rui and Ling Na, the hosts, were actually walking behind an old man with dark green hair and beard.

Moreover, their attitude toward this old man was subtly filled with the respect of a junior.

What made Zhao Wuji tremble with fear most was that he couldn't sense a shred of aura from this old man at all.

Gulp.

He swallowed hard, and cold sweat began to seep from Zhao Wuji's forehead uncontrollably.

"Brother Zhao!"

Shen Rui's shout suddenly jolted Zhao Wuji back to his senses.

"So you really are back. When the senior said he sensed the aura of a Spirit Saint earlier, I didn't believe it."

Taking a few quick steps to reach Zhao Wuji, Shen Rui wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"You've worked hard, Brother Zhao. Look at all this sweat; this trip must not have been easy. Did Xiao Feng or Xiao Ao cause you any trouble?"

Seeing Zhao Wuji, Shen Rui seemed to have endless things to say.

This was only natural; a true friendship forged through physical combat was absolutely solid.

"Uh, it wasn't hard, and they didn't cause any trouble."

At this moment, Zhao Wuji was completely bewildered. A Title Douluo! In all these years, this was the first time he had seen a living Title Douluo.

Thinking back to his arrogant attitude in front of the two guards just a moment ago, Zhao Wuji felt his hands and feet turn cold.

Shen Rui gave Zhao Wuji a strange look and, ignoring his resistance, pulled him toward the entrance.

"Come, Brother Zhao, let me introduce you to a senior. He is a renowned figure throughout the entire spirit master world."

Zhao Wuji's face turned pale. "Uh, okay, sure."

Brother, please spare me. You're scaring the bear to death.

"Oh, right." Halfway there, Shen Rui turned to look at Shen Feng. "Xiao Feng, Xiao Ao, you two come over as well."

"Especially you, Xiao Feng. The senior came specifically to find you. Be sharp in a moment and don't make the senior unhappy."

Having spent half a month with him, Shen Rui had more or less figured out Dugu Bo's temperament.

As long as you gave him enough space and kept things quiet, this poisonous snake was completely harmless.

His martial soul was a snake, and his habits were very much like one, too.

Glancing at Dugu Bo standing at the entrance, Shen Feng nodded slightly. "Don't worry, Dad, I'll be careful."

Leading the three of them to Dugu Bo, Shen Rui bowed slightly. "Brother Zhao, this is the senior I wanted to introduce to you. His title is Poison, the Poison Douluo, His Excellency Dugu Bo."

Zhao Wuji hurriedly bowed. "Greetings, Senior. This junior is Zhao Wuji."

Shen Rui smiled and pointed at Zhao Wuji. "Senior, this is my good brother and the designated Vice Guild Master of our Soul Hunting Guild. In the spirit master world, he is known as the Immovable Bright King, Zhao Wuji."

Dugu Bo glanced at Zhao Wuji, a flash of sharp light crossing his emerald eyes. "I know you. Years ago, you broke through a siege of sixteen opponents of the same rank from Martial Soul Hall. Your strength is decent, and your courage is not bad."

Years ago, when Dugu Bo had just broken through to become a Title Douluo, Martial Soul Hall had tried to recruit him, only to be flatly rejected.

If they couldn't have it, they would destroy it—that was the standard practice of those major powers, and Martial Soul Hall was no exception.

Especially since Dugu Bo's poison was a highly troublesome, large-scale weapon of mass destruction.

Later, Martial Soul Hall sent Chrysanthemum Douluo to hunt down Dugu Bo. Chrysanthemum Douluo was level 95, while Dugu Bo was only level 91. The gap in rank was too great, and Dugu Bo could only use his poison arts to drag things out while he fled.

When he was on the verge of death, Prince Xue Xing of the Heaven Dou Empire happened to pass by and saved the severely injured Dugu Bo.

From then on, Dugu Bo held a basic sense of goodwill toward any spirit master who had offended Martial Soul Hall and managed to escape their clutches alive.

After all, with a long-standing grudge, he felt great whenever he saw Martial Soul Hall suffer.

The confused Zhao Wuji felt a surge of excitement in his heart and hurriedly bowed again. "Thank you for the praise, Senior. This junior is flattered. That was just a minor achievement, hardly worth your notice."

Dugu Bo waved his hand, cutting off Zhao Wuji's attempt to continue speaking, and turned his gaze toward Shen Feng and Oscar.

"Which one of you is Shen Feng?"

Shen Feng stepped forward, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "Your Excellency, I am Shen Feng."

A flash of surprise crossed Dugu Bo's emerald eyes. "How old are you this year?"

"In reply to you, Senior, I am ten years old this year."

"Ten?" Dugu Bo was startled. He had assumed Shen Feng only looked young, and that his actual age was at least close to that of his granddaughter.

He truly had not expected Shen Feng to be so young.

"Was it you who formulated Paraquat?"

Shen Feng nodded. "Yes."

Dugu Bo frowned, his tone turning slightly unfriendly, and he even exerted a trace of his soul power pressure. "Really?"

Shen Feng looked up into Dugu Bo's cold, emerald eyes and replied without a hint of fear, "I would not dare to deceive Your Excellency; it was indeed formulated by my own hands."

Dugu Bo's expression remained unchanged as he stared at Shen Feng for a long time.

Shen Feng did not flinch, meeting his gaze head-on.

Shen Feng knew that Dugu Bo was a rare nine-ring Title Douluo, while he was merely a Soul Elder, as insignificant as an ant.

Furthermore, he was a Soul Elder without any backing.

His parents' Martial Soul Fusion Skill could barely suppress a high-level Soul Saint.

Even with a genuine Soul Saint like Zhao Wuji present, they wouldn't last a single round against Dugu Bo.

The weakest Title Douluo was still a Title Douluo; they were simply not a match for him at their current level.

Therefore, Shen Feng had no choice but to bring out his ultimate move: sincerity!

As the saying goes, lies can win hearts for a moment, but sincerity is the eternal ultimate move.

"Hahaha!" Suddenly, Dugu Bo laughed, appearing genuinely amused.

"Hahaha!" Shen Feng laughed as well, his laughter just as exaggerated as Dugu Bo's.

Dugu Bo was stunned for a moment, his face full of confusion. "What are you laughing at?"

Shen Feng tilted his head and acted cute. "And what are you laughing at, old man?"

Dugu Bo looked at Shen Feng with interest. "I saw the sincerity unique to a child in your eyes and thought of my own sweet granddaughter. I was happy, so naturally, I had to laugh."

"What are you laughing at, kid?"

Shen Feng smiled slightly. "I saw a kind-hearted grandfather who cares for the younger generation, and I was happy too, so naturally, I had to laugh."

Dugu Bo was speechless, then laughed aloud. "Hahaha, good kid. You really are interesting; I like you."

"Come with me. I've been waiting for you for half a month, and I have a belly full of questions waiting for you to answer."

Watching Dugu Bo turn and walk toward the interior of Soul Hunting Town, Shen Feng let out a long sigh of relief deep inside.

Sure enough, one shouldn't play mind games with these big shots; only sincerity is the eternal ultimate move.

Dugu Bo, Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, my medicine cabinet, hehehe.

"Xiao Feng, the senior has already left. Why are you still standing there?"

"Oh, oh, coming right now."

In the reception room of Soul Hunting Town, Shen Feng and Dugu Bo sat opposite each other.

To resolve the doubts in his heart, Dugu Bo had everyone else leave the room, leaving only Shen Feng to sit and discuss the path with him.

That's right, discuss the path.

Based solely on the Paraquat Shen Feng had formulated—colorless, odorless, with a near-hundred-percent mortality rate, and for which he could never formulate an antidote—Dugu Bo had to admit that Shen Feng was a poison master no weaker than himself.

Although their fields were different, by drawing parallels, perhaps he could learn something.

Perhaps it could even solve the problem of his own Martial Soul's defects.

He didn't care about himself, but his granddaughter Dugu Yan was in the prime of her youth, and Dugu Bo could not bear to see another white-haired person bury a black-haired one.

That kind of pain was enough to experience once.

That was why he was willing to travel thousands of miles for this trip, and even wait calmly in this Soul Hunting Town for half a month for Shen Feng.

"Kid, your gaze is to my liking—sincere and unpretentious."

"And I am a man of my word. Let's stop beating around the bush and speak plainly."

Shen Feng nodded slightly. "Please go ahead, Your Excellency."

"What is the antidote for Paraquat?"

Shen Feng shook his head. "Your Excellency, there is no antidote for Paraquat."

"If an ordinary person accidentally ingests more than five drops, the mortality rate is one hundred percent. Even large-scale skin contact carries a high risk of death."

Dugu Bo frowned. "A deadly poison with no antidote? You aren't lying to me?"

Shen Feng nodded: "I would not dare to deceive Your Excellency."

"Paraquat is a strange poison distinct from those found in nature; once it enters the human body, the damage it inflicts is completely irreversible."

"As long as a certain dosage is reached, the human respiratory system will be completely destroyed, meaning the lungs will wither away entirely and lose their original function."

"And the human body, naturally, will die of suffocation because it can no longer breathe."

Dugu Bo recalled the experiments he had previously conducted using Paraquat and nodded: "That is much the same conclusion I reached when I used death-row prisoners for my experiments."

"However, there is still one point I cannot fathom, and I need you to clear up my confusion."

Shen Feng smiled slightly: "Please speak, Your Excellency."

Dugu Bo pondered for a moment: "I consider my mastery of poison to have already reached a respectable level, and I am well-versed in half of the poisonous substances in this world."

"But with this Paraquat of yours, why can I not identify even a single raw ingredient?"

"Could it be that you used some exceptionally rare poisonous substance to concoct it?"

"No, that cannot be right. Paraquat, Paraquat... you are so extravagant that you use it to kill weeds; this is definitely not some exceptionally rare substance."

As he spoke, Dugu Bo began to get stuck in a rut again.

When it came to poison, Dugu Bo's state was just like that of mathematicians facing various mathematical conjectures, or a lecher seeing a famous courtesan; if he did not study it thoroughly, he would feel as if he were being clawed by a cat, unable to find a moment of peace.

Shen Feng covered his mouth and chuckled: "Your Excellency, explaining it a thousand times is not as good as trying it once yourself. How about I teach you how to concoct it personally?"

Dugu Bo snapped back to his senses instantly, his eyes lighting up as he said: "Is that really possible?"

Shen Feng nodded affirmatively: "Of course it is."