Dugu Bo's Loyalty! Huang Yan: Poison Flood Dragon, I bestow upon you the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma, kill you again after breaking through one hundred thousand years!

Upon hearing the word "conditions," Dugu Bo felt not the slightest aversion; instead, his heart settled completely.

It was only reasonable to have demands!

If the other party had bestowed such a shocking and heaven-defying favor upon him for no reason, he would have felt extremely uneasy.

A wave of immense ecstasy instantly drowned out Dugu Bo's reason.

With a thud, he knelt on both knees at the edge of the muddy swamp without a moment's hesitation.

Trembling with excitement, his voice hoarse yet resonant, he shouted:

"If Senior can truly help this junior break through my shackles and save the Dugu family from the sea of suffering caused by our poisonous curse, this grace is akin to a rebirth; even if Dugu Bo were to be ground to dust, I could never repay it!"

"No matter what conditions Senior has, even if it means climbing a mountain of blades or descending into a sea of fire, or taking this old life of Dugu Bo, this junior will have no objections!

I beg Senior to make your instructions clear!"

Watching Dugu Bo, who knelt at the edge of the mire with his posture humbled to the extreme, a trace of imperceptible triumph flashed in the depths of Huang Yan's eyes.

Huang Yan slowly clasped his hands behind his back and looked up toward the boundless firmament.

In his brilliant golden eyes, he deliberately revealed a touch of the loneliness and vicissitudes of one who finds "it cold at the heights."

"This Seat has cultivated for many years and has now reached the true pinnacle of human spirit masters; there is nowhere left to advance."

Huang Yan's voice was ethereal and drifting, as if falling from the nine heavens:

"The mundane world holds no more meaning for me.

Next, This Seat will go to pursue the elusive path to godhood, in order to break through the shackles of heaven and earth."

Hearing the words "pinnacle of spirit masters" and "path to godhood,"

Dugu Bo's heart skipped a beat, and a magnitude-twelve earthquake erupted in his mind!

Pinnacle of spirit masters?!

Could it be... that the senior before him was truly the legendary rank-99 Limit Douluo who stood at the very apex of the continent?!

Only such a semi-divine existence, with one foot already in the divine realm, would have the qualifications and the confidence to pursue the legendary realm of gods!

The more Dugu Bo thought about it, the more his heart pounded; he lowered his head even further, his breathing becoming cautious.

He was terrified of disturbing this living legend.

Huang Yan ignored Dugu Bo's shock and continued to weave his massive lie in that indifferent tone:

"The search for the divine path is ethereal and uncertain.

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

Perhaps a few short years, perhaps decades, centuries, or even... a millennium, who can say."

Having said this, Huang Yan lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling back upon Dugu Bo.

His tone carried a rare, human-like "attachment to the mortal world."

"This Seat has roamed freely throughout my life, unburdened by ties.

Yet, within the borders of this Heaven Dou Empire, there remains one blood descendant, the only attachment I have left in this world."

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

"This Seat can severely injure this Poison Flood Dragon for you, assist you in perfectly absorbing its spirit ring, and bestow upon you the supreme secret method to resolve the Jade Phosphorous Serpent poison."

Huang Yan's voice suddenly rose, majestic and peerless, as a tangible sense of oppression once again enveloped Dugu Bo:

"And the only requirement I have of you is this—

Become the 'Guardian' for my descendant!

Until he has fully grown, or until This Seat returns after achieving godhood, protect him and pledge your loyalty to him.

This is the price for the heaven-sent fortune I bestow upon you.

Dugu Bo, are you willing?"

"This junior is willing!

Ten thousand times willing!"

Dugu Bo did not hesitate for even half a second, his head knocking against the muddy swamp like a pestle pounding garlic.

Are you kidding?

To be a guardian for the descendant of a Limit Douluo, a future god—is this a grievance?

This is the smoke rising from my ancestral grave; it is a heaven-sent opportunity cultivated over several lifetimes!

Never mind that he could obtain a 99,000-year top-tier spirit ring and break his family's generational curse.

Even if there were nothing, just for the chance to cling to such a heaven-piercing, massive thigh, Dugu Bo would have agreed without a moment's hesitation!

"I, Dugu Bo, hereby swear a poisonous oath: for the rest of my life, I shall follow and protect Senior's descendant with my life!"

"If I violate this oath, may ten thousand poisons devour my heart, and may I never be reincarnated for all eternity!"

"Very good."

Watching Dugu Bo's fanatical and unwavering expression, Huang Yan nodded with satisfaction.

Although this old poison master was reclusive by nature, he valued his word above all else.

Since he had sworn such a poisonous oath, the matter was now completely settled.

"Since you have pledged your loyalty, This Seat will naturally not go back on my word. Next, I shall help you hunt this ninth soul ring and then impart the method to cure your poison."

Huang Yan slowly turned his head, casting his gaze back down toward the ninety-nine-thousand-year Poison Flood Dragon that was still shivering below.

However, just as he prepared to raise his hand to strike it down, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Huang Yan's mind, and a more insane and perfect plan surged into his heart.

"Wait..."

"A ninety-nine-thousand-year soul beast, while having a high probability of dropping a soul bone, is not a hundred percent guarantee."

"If this beast is unlucky and fails to drop a soul bone, wouldn't that be a waste of a heavenly treasure?"

A glimmer of calculation flashed in the depths of Huang Yan's eyes.

The soul ring could go to Dugu Bo, but he was extremely covetous of this top-tier poison-attribute soul bone!

"What if... This Seat lends it a helping hand, helps it pierce through that final barrier, and allows it to truly step into the realm of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is guaranteed to drop a soul bone!

This was an ironclad law of the Douluo Continent!

Moreover, once this Poison Flood Dragon transformed into a true Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the soul ring Dugu Bo would absorb would be a genuine hundred-thousand-year red soul ring!

A Titled Douluo possessing a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, even if only just breaking through to level ninety-one, would see their combat power undergo a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering qualitative change!

As his future "number one enforcer," the stronger Dugu Bo was, the better.

This was simply killing two birds with one stone—a perfect win-win situation!

Thinking of this, Huang Yan did not hesitate in the slightest.

With a flick of his thought, the storage ring on his finger shimmered with a faint light.

The next second, a strange spirit mushroom, entirely a magnificent shade of purple, appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The moment this Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma appeared, an extremely rich and refreshing medicinal fragrance instantly permeated the sky above the swamp.

Even the surrounding foul-smelling poisonous miasma was largely dispersed by this delicate scent.

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

Although this Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma had not yet truly reached the rank of an "immortal herb," it was only a hair's breadth away from that legendary status, containing an extremely vast and pure power to consolidate one's foundation and cultivate vitality.

"This Poison Flood Dragon possesses the bloodline of a true dragon and a deep foundation; it is only one step away from the hundred-thousand-year threshold."

Huang Yan looked down at the Poison Flood Dragon from above, a smile of absolute control curling his lips.

"With the catalytic effect of the vast medicinal power within this Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma, it will be a matter of course for it to break through that chasm after consuming it!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Huang Yan flicked his finger, and the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma, emitting a glowing purple light, transformed into a streak of light.

It landed with pinpoint accuracy right in front of the Poison Flood Dragon's massive head.

"Beast, eat it."

Huang Yan's unquestionable voice, carrying terrifying pressure, boomed within the Poison Flood Dragon's mind:

"For This Seat... break through to one hundred thousand years immediately!"