Dugu Bo's Allegiance! Huang Yan: Poison Flood Dragon, I Grant You a Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma-Break Through to a Hundred Thousand Years, Then I'll Kill You!

At the word "condition," Dugu Bo didn't feel the slightest resentment. Instead, he finally let out a breath of relief.

It was only reasonable for someone to ask something in return!

If the other party had bestowed such a world-shaking favor for no reason, Dugu Bo would have felt utterly uneasy.

Overwhelming joy drowned out Dugu Bo's reason in an instant.

With a thud, he dropped to both knees at the muddy edge of the swamp without the slightest hesitation.

Trembling with excitement, he shouted in a hoarse but resolute voice:

"If Senior can truly help this junior break through his bottleneck and save the Dugu Clan from the bitter curse of poison,

then even if I'm ground to dust, I could never repay a kindness that is as great as giving me a new life!"

"Whatever conditions Senior sets, even if I must climb a mountain of blades or plunge into a sea of fire, even if you want this old life of mine, I won't utter a word of objection!

Please tell me what you require!"

Looking at Dugu Bo kneeling at the swamp's edge, his posture as humble as could be,

a hint of barely perceptible triumph flickered in Huang Yan's eyes.

Huang Yan slowly clasped his hands behind his back and gazed up at the boundless sky.

In his golden eyes, he deliberately revealed a trace of the loneliness and vicissitudes of one who stood at the summit.

"After years of arduous cultivation, I have now reached the true pinnacle of human Soul Masters. There is nowhere further to advance."

Huang Yan's voice was ethereal and distant, as though it had descended from the highest heavens:

"The mortal world holds no meaning for me anymore.

Next, I shall pursue the illusory path to godhood and seek to shatter the shackles of heaven and earth."

At the words "pinnacle of Soul Masters" and "path to godhood,"

Dugu Bo's heart missed a beat, and a tremendous shock surged through his mind!

The pinnacle of Soul Masters?!

Could it be... that the Senior before him truly was the legendary Level 99 Limit Douluo, standing at the very summit of the continent?

Only a demigod with one foot in the divine realm would have the qualifications and confidence to pursue the legendary realm of the gods!

The more Dugu Bo thought about it, the more his heart pounded. He bowed his head even lower, and even his breathing turned cautious.

He was afraid of disturbing this living legend.

Huang Yan paid no heed to Dugu Bo's shock and continued spinning his earth-shattering lie in that detached voice:

"The path to godhood is vague and elusive.

As for how long it will take, even I cannot predict.

Perhaps a few short years, perhaps decades or centuries, or even... more than a thousand years."

At this, Huang Yan lowered his head slightly and looked at Dugu Bo once more.

For once, his tone carried a hint of the mortal ties that bound him to the human world.

"I have spent my life roaming the world, with nothing to hold me back.

Only within the borders of the Heaven Dou Empire do I have a descendant by blood. He is the only person in this world to whom I remain attached."

Hearing this, Dugu Bo immediately pricked up his ears. He knew the main event had arrived!

"I can badly wound this Poison Flood Dragon for you, help you absorb its Spirit Ring perfectly, and grant you the supreme secret art for dispelling the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison."

Huang Yan's voice suddenly rose, filled with immense authority. An oppressive force, almost tangible, once again enveloped Dugu Bo:

"And my only requirement is this—

Become my descendant's 'protector on the path'!

Until he has fully grown, or until I return from godhood, protect him and remain loyal to him in my stead.

That is the price of the great fortune I am granting you.

Dugu Bo, are you willing?"

"This junior is willing!

A thousand times willing!"

Without even half a second's hesitation, Dugu Bo repeatedly knocked his head against the muddy edge of the swamp.

What was there to think about?

Was becoming the protector of a Limit Douluo's descendant, a future god, some kind of hardship?

It was an incredible opportunity, one that would make his ancestors' graves glow and that fortune itself might grant only once in several lifetimes!

Never mind that he could also obtain a top-grade Spirit Ring nearing a hundred thousand years and break the curse that had plagued his family for generations.

Even if he got nothing else, Dugu Bo would agree without hesitation just for the chance to cling to such a towering support!

"I, Dugu Bo, swear a deadly oath here and now: for the rest of my life, I will follow you to the death and protect your descendant!"

"If I break this oath, may ten thousand poisons devour my heart, and may I never be reborn!"

"Very good."

Seeing Dugu Bo's fervent, utterly devoted expression, Huang Yan nodded in satisfaction.

Though Old Poison was an aloof man, he placed the greatest importance on keeping his word.

Now that he had sworn a deadly oath, the matter was settled.

"Since you have sworn your allegiance, I naturally won't break my word.

Next, I'll help you obtain your ninth Spirit Ring, then teach you how to dispel the poison."

Huang Yan slowly turned his head and looked down at the Poison Flood Dragon, which was still trembling in terror.

But just as he was about to raise a hand and badly wound it,

a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Huang Yan's mind, and an even more audacious, perfect plan took shape.

"Wait..."

"A ninety-nine-thousand-year-old Spirit Beast has a very high chance of producing a Soul Bone, but it's still not guaranteed."

"If this beast is unlucky and fails to produce one, wouldn't that be a terrible waste?"

A calculating gleam flashed through Huang Yan's eyes.

The Spirit Ring could go to Dugu Bo, but Huang Yan had his eye on that top-grade poison-type Soul Bone!

"What if... I give it a helping hand first, push it through that final barrier, and let it truly enter the realm of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was guaranteed to produce a Soul Bone!

That was an ironclad law of the Douluo Continent!

And once this Poison Flood Dragon transformed into a true Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast,

the Spirit Ring Dugu Bo absorbed would be a genuine hundred-thousand-year red Spirit Ring!

A Titled Douluo with a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring, even one who had only just broken through to level ninety-one,

would undergo a world-shaking transformation in combat power!

As his future "number-one henchman," Dugu Bo's strength could only benefit from growing stronger.

It was a perfect win-win, killing two birds with one stone!

At that thought, Huang Yan didn't hesitate at all.

With a thought, the Storage Ring on his finger glimmered.

The next moment, a strange ganoderma of a gorgeous purple hue appeared in his palm.

As soon as it appeared, its rich, refreshing medicinal fragrance spread across the entire swamp.

Even the foul-smelling poisonous miasma around them was driven away by the scent.

It was none other than the top-grade medicinal herb—the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma!

Though the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma had not quite reached the rank of an "Immortal Herb,"

it was only a hair's breadth from the legendary immortal grade and contained an immense, pure power that strengthened the body and replenished its foundations.

"This Poison Flood Dragon has true dragon blood in its veins and deep reserves. It's already just one step away from the hundred-thousand-year threshold."

Huang Yan looked down at the Poison Flood Dragon, a confident smile tugging at his lips.

"With the immense medicinal power of this Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma to spur it on, once it absorbs it, breaking through that barrier will be as easy as water flowing into a channel!"

Without the slightest hesitation,

Huang Yan flicked a finger. The Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma, shining with a soft purple light, streaked through the air.

It landed precisely in front of the Poison Flood Dragon's enormous head.

"Beast, eat it."

Huang Yan's voice, carrying an unquestionable authority and terrifying pressure, boomed through the Poison Flood Dragon's mind:

"For my sake... break through to a Hundred Thousand Years at once!"