Dugu Yan Who Cannot Believe It

The dark purple veins within the Blue Silver Grass suddenly lit up, as if they had been activated.

A faint suction force emanated from the tip of the vine, and Wang Xian could feel something being slowly drawn out along it.

It was a cold, viscous energy carrying a corrosive aura, completely different from the gentle life energy of the Blue Silver Grass.

Poison.

The dark purple veins on the leaves of the Blue Silver Grass began to squirm slowly, decomposing and converting the poison entering the vine bit by bit.

The cold aura within the poison was stripped away, turning into a faint stream of warmth that flowed back into Wang Xian's body along the vine, merging into his soul power.

As for the corrosive impurities, they were neutralized and dissolved by the Blue Silver Grass's own life energy, vanishing into nothingness.

The color of the vine changed constantly during this process, shifting from pale green to dark purple, then slowly fading back to pale green.

It cycled back and forth, as if performing some kind of silent respiration.

Dugu Yan's body trembled slightly.

She felt a chill spreading from her wrist, as if something were being pulled out of her blood vessels.

That chill was not the bone-piercing kind, but rather like drinking a mouthful of well water in the sweltering summer, feeling refreshing from the inside out.

Following that, the refreshing sensation began to spread.

From her wrist to her forearm, from her forearm to her shoulder, and from her shoulder to her chest.

Everywhere it reached, that part of her body felt as if an invisible shackle had been removed, becoming light and comfortable.

She had never felt her body so relaxed before, as if an invisible film had been wrapping around her all this time.

This film had made it hard for her to breathe, but now it was being peeled away bit by bit.

Dugu Yan closed her eyes involuntarily, her breathing becoming long and steady.

Her brows smoothed out completely, and the corners of her mouth even curled up slightly, as comfortable as if she were soaking in warm water.

Ye Lingling crouched by the sofa, looking nervously at Dugu Yan's face, then at Wang Xian's focused profile, her lips pressed tightly together, not daring to say a word for fear of disturbing him.

After about half a cup of tea's time, Wang Xian opened his eyes.

With a thought, the thin vine detached from Dugu Yan's wrist and retracted into his palm.

Dugu Yan slowly opened her eyes and looked down at her wrist.

There was only a tiny red dot where it had pierced her, barely visible unless one looked closely.

She moved her fingers and lifted her arm to rotate it, her expression shifting from dazed to surprised, and then to disbelief.

"I..." She opened her mouth, her voice sounding a bit airy, "I feel... so light."

She looked up at Wang Xian, the color of her light green eyes having faded significantly.

Although they hadn't fully returned to their original state, they were much better than the intense, ink-like green from just a moment ago.

"It's like something has been taken away." Dugu Yan placed a hand on her chest, feeling her own heartbeat, "It was always stuffy here before, but now... it's gone."

The way she looked at Wang Xian became complex, filled with surprise, confusion, and a hint of an indescribable emotion.

Wang Xian retracted the Blue Silver Grass and looked at her, not rushing to speak, merely smiling faintly.

Feeling the unprecedented lightness in her body, Dugu Yan was certain in her heart that she had indeed been poisoned.

Although she didn't want to admit it, the facts laid out before her left her no choice but to accept it.

"I was actually poisoned." Dugu Yan pressed her chest in a daze, her voice so low it was like she was talking to herself.

She recalled those rainy nights in the past when her body would occasionally experience abnormalities.

Sometimes it was a tightness in her chest, sometimes weakness in her limbs, and sometimes inexplicable irritability.

She had always assumed those were minor issues caused by overexertion in cultivation and lack of rest, never taking them to heart.

Now it seemed that was not the case at all.

That was simply the process of the poison accumulating.

Day after day, year after year, it had piled up silently in her body, and once it reached a certain level, it would erupt directly, just like when she suddenly fainted earlier.

If Wang Xian hadn't been here, and if he hadn't acted in time, she didn't know what would have happened to her.

And if it had been more severe, it might not have been as simple as just fainting.

Thinking of this, a wave of lingering fear surged in Dugu Yan's heart, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

Immediately after, she thought of something else and was struck with horror.

Her grandfather.

Dugu Bo's eyes were even greener than hers, an intense, almost unnatural ink-green, like a pool of stagnant water, bottomless.

If the color of her eyes represented the degree of poisoning, did her grandfather's even greener eyes mean he was poisoned even more deeply?

Dugu Yan felt this possibility was extremely high.

If her poison accumulated to this level and caused her to faint, what would it be like for the poison that had been accumulating in her grandfather's body for decades?

She dared not think any further.

"I need to go home!" Dugu Yan stood up abruptly, her tone hurried and her face pale.

She didn't have time to say more to Wang Xian and Ye Lingling, turning to walk out immediately; the hand she used to push the door was trembling slightly.

"Sister Yan!" Ye Lingling stood up instinctively, wanting to follow her.

Wang Xian reached out to grab her wrist, shaking his head slightly: "Let Yanzi go by herself. This is a family matter, and I believe she will come to find us once she has handled it."

Ye Lingling watched Dugu Yan's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, her lips moving, but in the end, she nodded gently and sat back down on the sofa.

Wang Xian let go of her hand and stood by the window, watching Dugu Yan's figure hurry through the gates of the Soul Fighting Arena and disappear around the corner of the street.

He turned around, leaning against the windowsill, his gaze fixed on the floor as he calculated silently in his heart.

It wouldn't be long before Dugu Bo came knocking.

Dugu Yan left the Soul Fighting Arena in a rush, then immediately departed Heaven Dou City, heading quickly in the direction of the Sunset Forest.

She had to find her grandfather and ask him clearly: what exactly was going on with the Poison?

After traveling at full speed for about an hour, she finally arrived at the Sunset Forest outside Heaven Dou City.

Her grandfather lived here year-round to tend to his medicinal garden.

Dugu Yan followed the small path, bypassing the areas where soul beasts gathered, and arrived at her grandfather's residence.

As soon as she reached the place, Dugu Yan stopped in her tracks and shouted directly: "Grandfather!"

The moment her voice fell, a dark green figure flashed by and appeared directly in front of Dugu Yan.

It was a tall, thin old man who stood as straight as a javelin.

His hair was entirely dark green, and his eyes shone like emeralds.

His entire being gave off an ethereal feeling, as if he were a phantom.