A 99,000-Year-Old Poison Flood Dragon? Huang Yan: Why Not Show Dugu Bo Some Kindness and Make Him My Guardian After I Possess a New Body?

Huang Yan continued his killing spree in the heart of Sunset Forest.

Wherever he went, he swept everything away like a gale scattering fallen leaves.

Before he knew it, Huang Yan had reached the air above a vast swamp, shrouded year-round in dense poisonous miasma.

Just as Huang Yan was about to release his spiritual power and continue searching for prey,

the pitch-black mire below exploded, and an enormous, ferocious snake head crowned with a single horn thrust out.

With it came a horrifically foul stench of poison.

"Hmm?"

Feeling the powerful aura emanating from the Spirit Beast below, Huang Yan's eyes flashed with surprise.

"A 99,000-year-old Poison Flood Dragon?"

Huang Yan was genuinely taken aback.

A place like Sunset Forest was actually hiding a monster of this caliber.

If it stayed holed up in that swamp and cultivated for a few more centuries, it might really cross that heavenly chasm and transform into a Hundred-Thousand-Year overlord!

"Too bad for you, you ran into me."

Huang Yan sneered, greed flickering in his eyes.

With 99,000 years of cultivation, it was only one step away from reaching the 100,000-year mark.

A Spirit Beast of this caliber had a very high chance of yielding a Soul Bone!

And with such an advanced age, it would undoubtedly be the cream of the crop.

Huang Yan didn't waste a word. He beat his wings and showed it no mercy.

The dazzling Holy Sacred Flame gathered furiously in his palm, taking the shape of a gigantic Golden Flame Spear. He was about to kill it in one blow.

But just before Huang Yan could strike,

his vast, ocean-like spiritual power—on the level of a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast—suddenly picked up a faint, unusual fluctuation.

"How interesting..."

Huang Yan raised an eyebrow and held back his attack.

Within the range of his spiritual detection, a human Soul Master's presence had suddenly appeared.

And the aura was far from weak. Its Soul Power was tightly contained and exceptionally solid.

"Level 90?

A Quasi-Titled Douluo who's only just reached the threshold of becoming a Titled Douluo?"

Huang Yan grew curious.

Human Soul Masters did venture into Sunset Forest, but few dared to enter its core alone—and fewer still were Quasi-Titled Douluo.

He wanted to see which foolhardy soul had chosen this moment to join the fun.

For now, Huang Yan ignored the Poison Flood Dragon below, which was trembling under the pressure of his divine beast's might and didn't dare move.

His immense spiritual power swept across dozens of miles like invisible tentacles, locking onto the figure moving stealthily through the forest.

When he saw who it was,

an unmistakable look of astonishment appeared in Huang Yan's golden eyes.

"Green hair and green eyes, skin and bones, a darkened brow, and the deathly aura of Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison swirling around him..."

"Dugu Bo?!"

Huang Yan was truly stunned.

He was even a hundred times more shocked than he'd been by the 99,000-year-old Poison Flood Dragon.

After all, he had occupied the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well a thousand years ago.

There was no Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well in Sunset Forest for Dugu Bo to use as a refuge!

Without the extremely cold and scorching springs to suppress the poison inside him,

the domineering backlash of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's poison

should have rotted Dugu Bo's guts long ago, leaving not even a scrap of him behind!

And yet he was still alive?

Not only alive, but enduring the agony of a thousand poisons gnawing at his heart as he cultivated all the way to Level 90, the realm of a Quasi-Titled Douluo?!

"That Old Poison really is stubbornly hard to kill."

Huang Yan couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

Once his surprise passed, a glint suddenly flashed in Huang Yan's eyes as a brilliant idea quickly took shape.

Whatever unimaginable willpower or extreme methods Old Poison had relied on,

he had somehow survived until now without the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to suppress the poison in his body.

But he had dragged his poison-stricken, dying body into the core of Sunset Forest at great risk.

His purpose was obvious.

He was here to hunt for his ninth Spirit Ring and break through to become a Titled Douluo!

As someone familiar with the original story, Huang Yan knew Dugu Bo's character inside and out.

On the surface, Old Poison was unpredictable, eccentric, and prone to killing without mercy.

But deep down, he valued loyalty and knew the difference between kindness and enmity.

If someone treated him sincerely and did him a great favor,

he would repay even a drop of kindness with a gushing spring, and might even risk his life to protect them.

"If I personally lend him a hand at this moment, when Dugu Bo is at his most desperate and in greatest need..."

Huang Yan glanced down at the 99,000-year-old Poison Flood Dragon, pinned beneath his pressure, and curved his lips in amusement.

"Perhaps I could even give him this 99,000-year-old Poison Flood Dragon, so perfectly suited to his Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul, as his ninth Spirit Ring..."

To Dugu Bo, that would be a life-changing kindness beyond measure!

With such a favor—both a rescue and the gift of a path to greater power—

winning Dugu Bo over and having him willingly swear allegiance would be as easy as water flowing down a channel.

After all, Huang Yan was about to possess Ma Hongjun.

Once the possession succeeded and he was reborn as a human, his terrifying cultivation as a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast would vanish in an instant.

He would become a fragile human Soul Master.

What would he need most during the long years before he grew powerful enough to stand on his own?

Absolute security!

Rather than cautiously keeping his head down and developing alone,

he could have a genuine Titled Douluo faithfully at his side, serving as his personal "guardian."

That would make his path of cultivation all the smoother.

"Perfect."

The Golden Flame Spear that had been about to blast the Poison Flood Dragon into oblivion quietly dissipated from Huang Yan's palm.

"A 99,000-year-old Spirit Beast is certainly precious, but a loyal Titled Douluo-level fighter is worth more."

"I only wanted its Soul Bone, anyway.

There's no harm in letting Dugu Bo absorb its Spirit Ring."

Having made up his mind, Huang Yan drew back some of his pressure and didn't rush to kill the Poison Flood Dragon.

Instead, he hovered quietly in midair,

his spiritual power fixed on Dugu Bo, who was struggling to feel his way through the poisonous miasma.

"If I'm going to win him over, I can't appear in the form of a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast."

Huang Yan's thoughts shifted.

Humans and Spirit Beasts were natural enemies.

If Dugu Bo found out that he was a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast,

Old Poison's first reaction would be to grow wary, or even flee for his life.

That would ruin any chance of winning him over with a favor.

If Huang Yan wanted Dugu Bo to lower his guard and sincerely feel grateful,

the best way was to appear as a human peerless expert of unfathomable strength!

With that thought, the dazzling golden flames around Huang Yan abruptly contracted.

His body transformed into human form.

On top of that, Huang Yan perfectly concealed his innate aura as a Spirit Beast.

In its place, he released a terrifying Soul Power fluctuation, profound as an abyss and vast as the sea!