Poison Douluo Appears, Willow Deity's Might!

"Such crude, hole-ridden lies—are they even worthy of being reported to This Seat?"

Bibi Dong shook her head and closed her eyes again, seemingly having lost all interest in this attention-seeking storyteller.

"This person is merely trying to use such sensationalist rhetoric to swindle tips from ignorant commoners."

"In the future, do not bother This Seat with such trivial matters."

"Your Majesty, please reconsider!"

Upon hearing this, cold sweat broke out on the shadow guard's forehead. He pressed his head even lower and hurriedly added:

"Although this Su Chen is full of wild talk, today in public he not only lifted a solid bronze square cauldron weighing nearly six thousand jin with one hand, but he also drew the attention of many factions in Tiandou City!"

"According to reports from our scouts, Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect personally visited him with Sword Douluo Chen Xin, offering five million Gold Soul Coins and the position of honorary elder to recruit him, only to be refused on the spot."

"Furthermore..."

As he spoke, the shadow guard suddenly took a deep breath and dropped the final, most explosive piece of information:

"Even His Highness, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe of the Tiandou Empire, went alone to Su Chen's private room this evening. The two held a long, secret conversation before His Highness Xue Qinghe departed respectfully."

Clatter!

Sure enough, the moment the name Xue Qinghe reached Bibi Dong's ears, she snapped her eyes open.

Ning Fengzhi attempting to recruit him was something Bibi Dong found normal; that old fox had always enjoyed scouting for eccentric talents.

But...

Xue Qinghe actually went too?!

The secret agents below might not know Xue Qinghe's true identity, but she, Bibi Dong, knew it clearly!

That was no Tiandou Crown Prince, but the daughter she had given birth to in extreme humiliation years ago—the young mistress of the Martial Soul Hall, Qian Renxue, who possessed the god-level martial soul, the Six-Winged Angel!

"Xue'er actually took the initiative to approach a storyteller in an inn?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, somewhat bewildered.

She understood Qian Renxue's personality all too well.

That girl was proud and arrogant to the extreme, with the high-and-mighty, self-admiring nature of the Angel clan flowing through her bones.

Qian Renxue wouldn't even spare a glance for ordinary so-called geniuses.

In all her years lurking in the Tiandou Empire, Qian Renxue had never wasted a moment on any grassroots individual without a background, focusing only on winning over powerful ministers.

Let alone visiting a chaotic inn, holding a long secret meeting in a private room, and even departing respectfully?

"Lifting a six-thousand-jin cauldron with one hand, and refusing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Could it be that this Su Chen truly has some extraordinary qualities, or perhaps he even saw through Xue'er's identity?"

At this thought, Bibi Dong's gaze gradually deepened.

Although she still scoffed at the "Perfect World" where one punch could shatter stars, dismissing it as nonsense.

But someone who could make Qian Renxue treat them with such gravity was certainly no simple con artist.

"Interesting."

Following this, Bibi Dong slowly stood up from the bath, letting the warm water droplets slide down her perfect curves.

Soon, a luxurious purple robe seemed to possess a life of its own, flying over from the side to drape over her.

"Transmit the order of This Seat."

"Increase the number of agents and keep a close watch on this person named Su Chen for twelve hours a day."

"Record every book he tells, every person he meets, and even how many bowls of rice he eats—down to the smallest detail—and report it to me."

"Also, closely monitor his interactions with Xue Qinghe."

"Once you discover this person poses any threat to the Martial Soul Hall..."

As she said this, Bibi Dong slightly raised her finger, tracing a line in the air. A wisp of purple-black Death Spider Emperor poison instantly corroded a large hole into the white jade pillar beside her.

"Execute him without mercy!"

"Your subordinate obeys!"

Hearing this, the shadow guard felt as if he had been granted a reprieve, scrambling out of the bathroom as fast as he could.

After the guard left, the empty bathhouse was once again left to Bibi Dong alone.

She looked toward the direction of Tiandou City and murmured:

"Perfect World? The Ten Fiends?"

"This Seat shall see exactly how long you can keep up this charade."

The next day.

When the first rays of the morning sun spilled onto the wide streets of Tiandou City, the entire city seemed to come alive in an instant.

And today, all the noise and the bustling traffic seemed to converge in one direction: the Listening Rain Pavilion.

Following Mr. Su's shocking feat of lifting a cauldron with one hand yesterday, and the wild fermentation of the news regarding his hundred-thousand-jin strength in the Blood Moving Realm, the popularity of Listening Rain Pavilion today was beyond words.

Not only was the inn's main hall and the private rooms on the second floor packed so tightly that not even a needle could be inserted, but the long street outside was also completely choked by a dense, black mass of people.

The city guards of Tiandou City even had to dispatch two squads just to barely maintain order outside the inn's entrance and prevent a major stampede.

Inside the hall, the noise was deafening, and the atmosphere remained heated to the extreme.

Everyone stared with burning eyes at the empty high platform, anticipating the appearance of the immortal-like Mr. Su, waiting for him to recount how little Shi Hao, with a mere mortal body, withstood the terrifying treasure technique of the Green-Scaled Eagle.

In the front row of this crowded mass, Tang San and Zhao Wuji had also secured their spots early.

Zhao Wuji stood with his arms crossed, his face full of rugged flesh, his tiger-like eyes locked onto the high platform, radiating an aura that warned others to keep their distance.

Tang San stood to the side, a faint, imperceptible sneer curling the corner of his lips.

Just as the atmosphere in the hall reached a fever pitch, the densely packed crowd at the inn's entrance suddenly went quiet.

Immediately after, as if they had encountered a plague god, the crowd subconsciously—and some even scrambling—retreated to both sides, carving out a wide path through the previously impenetrable throng!

"What's going on?"

Many people turned their heads in confusion.

A thin, elderly man was seen walking in from outside, his hands clasped behind his back, moving at a leisurely pace.

The old man had a rustic appearance, but the most hair-raising feature was his messy green hair!

Not only his hair, but his eyes were also a piercing emerald green.

A faint, sweet, and fishy scent wafted from the old man's body.

Anyone who caught a whiff of this scent felt instantly dizzy and tight-chested.

"Poison... Poison Douluo?!"

Someone in the crowd with sharp eyes suddenly exclaimed.

"My god! It's actually Senior Dugu Bo!"

"Doesn't he usually keep to himself, rarely even giving face to the Tiandou Imperial Family?"

"Why would he have the interest to come to this motley inn to listen to storytelling today?"

"Exactly, this is a Titled Douluo!"

Facing the awe-filled gazes around him, Dugu Bo merely let out a cold snort, paying them no mind.

The reason he came here today was entirely because he had heard a rumor in Tiandou City yesterday that he found particularly ridiculous.

Someone actually dared to boast in public that boiling highly poisonous centipedes and spiders together would not only fail to kill people but could actually be used for a medicinal bath to temper the body of a three-year-old child?

As the ancestor of poison-wielding and the undisputed number one in the poison arts of the Douluo Continent, Dugu Bo felt this was the most severe provocation to the toxicology he had studied his entire life!

Therefore, he had come today to see for himself just how much nerve this ignorant brat named Su Chen had to dare fabricate such nonsense about poison!

Just as Dugu Bo sat down at an empty table with his imposing, toxic aura, a series of extremely light footsteps slowly sounded from behind the high platform.

Hearing this, thousands of eyes, including those of the murderous Zhao Wuji and the gloomy-eyed Dugu Bo, snapped toward the stage.

Su Chen appeared in a green robe, holding a folding fan, still maintaining that calm, otherworldly, immortal-like demeanor as he walked onto the high platform at a leisurely pace.

After settling into the grand armchair, Su Chen swept his gaze across the room with casual ease, then slapped his wooden gavel down with a clack.

The crisp sound instantly caused the hearts of all the listeners to hang in suspense.

"Picking up where we left off!"

As the crisp sound of the gavel echoed through Listening Rain Pavilion, the crowd in the hall, previously somewhat stifled by the arrival of Dugu Bo, instantly focused all their attention on the high platform.

In the front row, although Zhao Wuji's rugged fists were cracking as he clenched them, he did not jump out to cause trouble like a brute.

After all, this was the Tiandou Imperial City, and the rumors of this young man lifting a cauldron with one hand yesterday had caused quite a stir. Although Zhao Wuji had a fiery temper, he wasn't a fool; he hadn't survived in the Spirit Master world this long by being an idiot.

Hmph, I'll listen first to see what kind of ivory comes out of your mouth.

Zhao Wuji sat there with his arms crossed like an iron tower, sneering inwardly: If you're really just spouting nonsense as the rumors say, using my martial soul as a stepping stone to brag, I'll smash your pathetic stage later and see if your so-called hundred-thousand-jin strength can withstand my Vajra Bear!

On the other side, Dugu Bo did not act immediately either.

His snake-like emerald eyes narrowed slightly as he picked up the teacup on the table and took a light sip, his expression cold.

Medicinal bath tempering? Treating highly poisonous substances as tonics? Dugu Bo scoffed in his heart.

I will sit here today and listen to how you try to justify this lie that defies all toxicology.

Once I catch a flaw, I will make you taste the agony of ten thousand snakes devouring your heart.

For a moment, these two powerful figures, each harboring their own ulterior motives, restrained their tempers and watched coldly from the sidelines.

On the high platform, Su Chen naturally took in the expressions of both men, but he didn't have the slightest interest in acknowledging them.

"System, activate Immersive Mode, cover the entire venue."

Su Chen recited silently in his heart, then with a swish, the folding fan in his hand snapped open as his voice flowed out slowly:

"Yesterday, we spoke of how the Green-Scaled Eagle, descendant of an archaic demonic bird, went completely berserk upon seeing its offspring stolen."

"Facing the thousands of jin of boulders hurled by three-and-a-half-year-old Shi Hao, it flashed the bone runes between its brows and unleashed the Silver Moon Wheel, a remnant precious technique from the depths of its bloodline!"

As Su Chen narrated, a strange ripple spread out like water, enveloping the entire Listening Rain Pavilion.

The thousands of listeners in the main hall, and even those in the private rooms on the second floor, felt the scene before their eyes distort.

In the next second, they were horrified to discover that they seemed to be standing in the middle of a vast, primordial Great Wilderness!

Above their heads, gale winds howled, sending sand and stones flying.

A terrifying beast, seven or eight meters long and covered in cold, cyan-gold scales, circled in the sky, blotting out the sun.

The mere aura it exuded made everyone present feel as if they could barely breathe.

"What... what kind of technique is this? An illusion?" Below, the Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji tensed his body, his muscles locking up instantly.

Even though he knew it was fake, his intuition as a Soul Saint still felt a lethal sense of oppression from that Green-Scaled Eagle!

Just as the crowd was left scalp-tingling and stunned by the realism of the illusion, Su Chen's voice resonated in their ears like a narrator's track:

"The Silver Moon Wheel tore through the void, slashing straight toward the children of Stone Village below."

"At this critical juncture, the village chief of Stone Village, Shi Yunfeng, arrived at last, leading Shi Linhu, Shi Feijiao, and a group of the village's sturdy men!"

In the vision, dozens of bare-chested men could be seen roaring as they charged in front of the children, wielding crude bone spears and broadswords.

"These men of the Great Wilderness fight fierce beasts year-round; even without cultivation, their strength is terrifying."

"Facing the descending silver crescent, Village Chief Shi Yunfeng did not hesitate for a moment and directly unleashed a strange beast bone!"

"This was the ancestral artifact of Stone Village!"

Following Su Chen's description, the crowd saw that gray, unassuming beast bone.

Dense, intricate bone runes emerged on the surface of the bone, weaving together until they transformed into the blurry phantom of an archaic fierce beast, which then slammed violently into the silver moon!

BOOM!!!

Two terrifying forces collided in mid-air, uprooting the towering trees nearby and grinding countless boulders into powder in an instant!

The listeners in the Listening Rain Pavilion instinctively raised their arms to shield themselves; although there was no physical harm, the cataclysmic visual impact made their hearts race uncontrollably.

"What terrifying power!" A flash of shock crossed Dugu Bo's eyes.

A collision of this magnitude was in no way inferior to a life-or-death struggle between high-level Soul Douluo!

However, just as everyone thought the people of Stone Village had finally blocked the lethal blow, Su Chen's tone took a sharp turn.

"Although the ancestral artifact blocked the Silver Moon Wheel, the three Green-Scaled Eagle eggs stolen by the older children rolled away during the violent energy collision."

"One of the eggs, glowing with a cyan light, fell to the ground with a crack, its shell shattering instantly."

Hearing this, everyone's heart skipped a beat.

It was over.

Sure enough, in the sky of the illusion, seeing its offspring shattered, the Green-Scaled Eagle went completely insane!

The Green-Scaled Eagle flapped its wings frantically, its cyan-gold scales standing on end. Casting aside all caution, it dove downward with reckless abandon!

The ancestral artifact's light dimmed, and Shi Linhu and the others were sent reeling, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. It looked as though the entire village was about to be crushed by the impact of this archaic demonic bird.

At the critical moment, the charred, withered stump of a willow tree at the entrance of Stone Village suddenly moved.