Dugu Bo: What? The Whole World Knows I'm Poisoned? Only I Thought I Hid It Well?

Dugu Bo discovered in horror that everything Chen Ming had said was correct. No matter how he verified it, the results showed that he had been deeply poisoned, the poison having already invaded his internal organs.

At first, Dugu Bo had wanted to argue, but later, all strength seemed to leave his body. Leaning against a tree and looking up at the sky, he seemed as if his soul had been drained away.

Kill them to silence them?

If killing them to silence them could conceal it, then Dugu Bo would rather kill them. But even a mere junior could see that he was deeply poisoned, that the poison had entered his internal organs...

Then those long-famous Titled Douluo and those long-famous masters of medicine and poison—had they all already seen through his condition?

He could kill one person, but could he kill everyone in the world?

Perhaps he thought he had hidden it well, while in reality, others had long known what state he was in and were secretly laughing at him from behind the scenes.

"Poisoned to the organs, beyond the reach of medicine..." Dugu Bo murmured softly, his eyes filled with indescribable desolation.

"It's poisoned to the organs, difficult to treat with medicine—not impossible to treat," Chen Ming quietly corrected from the side.

"?!" Once Dugu Bo realized the meaning behind Chen Ming's words, he froze completely. Then he abruptly raised his head, and his eyes seemed to shoot out two blazing beams.

"Difficult to treat, not impossible to treat?"

Like a zombie, Dugu Bo sprang up and tightly seized Chen Ming by both shoulders. The immense force made Chen Ming cry out in pain.

Hearing Chen Ming's cry, Dugu Bo finally came to his senses and hurriedly let go. Yet he still stared sharply at Chen Ming.

"I merely read a few books and could see your condition, Senior. I had thought that, as the first poison-type Titled Douluo in history, your poison arts had reached a miraculous realm, allowing you to move freely in such a state that ordinary people could scarcely describe. But now it seems..."

"Could it be that you went wrong in your cultivation and were poisoned by your own toxins?"

Chen Ming seemed overwhelmed by emotion just now, but the moment he saw Dugu Bo, he had quietly activated AI Thinking.

After analyzing Dugu Bo's emotions and demeanor and discovering that he was in an extremely confused and disordered state, Chen Ming had planned his next performance.

"Hmph." Dugu Bo snorted proudly, yet did not know how to answer.

If he admitted it, it would be humiliating. If he denied it, he feared missing something...

Only after a long while did Dugu Bo reluctantly nod.

"I did encounter some problems. Do you have a solution?"

"Senior, please extend your wrist. Let me feel your pulse." Chen Ming held out a hand to Dugu Bo, who exposed his wrist with an odd expression.

There was no concept of taking pulses in the Douluo Continent. But since the pulse was connected to the heartbeat, even a layman could tell whether someone was alive by feeling the throbbing in their neck or wrist. Dugu Bo knew what a pulse was, but not what it was useful for.

Chen Ming had not seriously studied traditional medicine in his previous life, but it was not as if he had never read medical books. He had merely skimmed through them carelessly once and never bothered with them again.

In this life, with the help of AI Thinking, he had dredged all of it back up and begun calculating it in his mind.

Though he had no practical experience, Chen Ming was at least a Grandmaster in theory. Although that title was not worth much more than Yu Xiaogang's Grandmaster title, in the Douluo World... it was a complete dimensionality-reduction strike.

After all, Tang San could even use realgar wine to neutralize Jade Phosphor Snake venom, while Dugu Bo still...

Forget it. Chen Ming looked toward Tang San in the distance. What he had to do now was walk Tang San's path, leaving Tang San nowhere to go.

"Your tongue. Let me look at your tongue coating."

"Lower your head, Senior. Let me find a candle. Look at the candlelight... yes, move your eyes, not your head. Right... just like that..."

Traditional medicine emphasized observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking. Chen Ming was not particularly skilled at it either, but at least he could compare Dugu Bo to an ordinary person and roughly determine his condition.

After a round of examination, Chen Ming roughly determined Dugu Bo's condition. In the end, he revealed an extremely strange expression.

Put it this way: in any normal fantasy world, even some random cultivator on the roadside could tell that Dugu Bo cultivated poison arts.

In a world like Shrouding the Heavens, even some passerby Great Emperor might be able to blurt out exactly what poison art Dugu Bo cultivated, whose inheritance it came from, how many years it had been lost for, and how incredibly powerful it was...

But this was the Douluo World, which operated on the underlying logic of the Power of I Think. Not only could practically no one tell, Dugu Bo had not cultivated poison arts at all. He was simply suffering backlash from his own Martial Soul.

Not only did he look poisoned—he actually was poisoned. There were hardly any benefits, yet he had taken all the backlash in full.

Looking at Chen Ming's expression, Dugu Bo did not know what he was feeling.

If this kid really has a way, I'll beg him if I have to. But if he has no way... if he has no way, what can I do? Isn't it that any Titled Douluo or master of medicine could see that I'm poisoned? What use is there in covering their mouths? I might as well consider my own funeral arrangements...

Chen Ming's words had dealt Dugu Bo such a blow that he had lost some confidence. Now he felt that everyone could see he was poisoned, while only he had thought he concealed it well, like a clown.

Chen Ming remained silent for a long time. He closed his eyes and devoted all the processing power he could mobilize to calculation. Only after several moments did he open his eyes.

"From your appearance, Senior, it isn't hard to tell that you're poisoned. But you're at least the first poison-attribute Titled Douluo openly known on the Douluo Continent. Without a careful look, no one could tell whether you cultivated some special poison art into this state or suffered backlash."

"With no precedent, outsiders could not be certain what exactly was happening to you. But you..."

"Senior, you've been poisoned for at least several decades, haven't you? This poison has not merely seeped into your bones and marrow—it has spread into every corner of your body. You've relied entirely on your Martial Soul and cultivation to hold it back. But it seems the source of this poison is your own Martial Soul..."

"Without this Martial Soul, you would not have lived to this day, Senior. But if you had never possessed this Martial Soul in the first place, you would not have been poisoned. And since Martial Souls originate from one's bloodline, if descendants of the same bloodline awaken the same Martial Soul, this illness may even be inherited..." Chen Ming paused, his face troubled.

When Dugu Bo heard this, his heart sank, and half his body seemed to turn cold.

"A complete cure is very difficult. After thinking for this long, I could only come up with several barely adequate methods of suppression."

Hearing the latter half of Chen Ming's words, Dugu Bo felt his blood rush to his head, while his ears buzzed.

What did he mean, a complete cure was very difficult? What did he mean, he had already thought up several barely adequate methods of suppression after only thinking for this long?

Was he even human?! I'd eat a poet!

Dugu Bo's pride told him that a mere yellow-haired brat could not possibly find a solution in such a short time when he himself had spent decades searching in vain.

But his will to survive told him that if there truly was a method—even if it only suppressed the poison—then both he and Yan Yan might have a chance to turn things around.

"But what is the price? Must I abolish these poison arts of mine?"

"Senior, if someone tells you that abolishing these poison arts will detoxify you, just slap them to death. Your poison arts are a double-edged sword: they harm others and harm yourself."

"But the poison has entered your bones and marrow. Abolishing these poison arts would be like using your neck to catch that single-edged sword head-on."

Chen Ming shrugged as he answered.

"It's not that you definitely wouldn't survive, but there's a ninety-nine percent chance you would die on the spot. The remaining less than one percent does not mean you would not die—it means you would not die immediately, then die shortly afterward."

"Destroying your Soul Power is simple enough; just destroy your Dantian. But this poison has already penetrated every part of your body. Even if you drained every drop of blood from your body, you could not drain away all the poison. The instant your Soul Power was gone, the poison would attack your heart and kill you."

"If you want to solve it, I currently have roughly three methods."