"Hahahaha! Interesting! Now this is interesting!" Dugu Bo laughed for a long while before finally stopping. His slit-pupiled eyes brimmed with mockery as he glanced at Tang San and drawled, "Little brat, you half-understand what you've read in books, and you dare come show off in front of me? I dyed my pupils green with a special potion. I cultivated this hair color too, all so I could scare fools who didn't know better. How did that turn into me being poisoned?"
He paused and even blinked his emerald-green eyes for emphasis, his voice full of teasing. "I've spent my whole life playing with poison. You think I couldn't cure a little poison in my own Martial Soul? Little brat, you're still far too green."
The certainty on Tang San's face froze. He stood rooted to the spot, stunned.
Dyed? How could that be?!
He had made up the supposed secret himself, but he understood pharmacology. He knew Dugu Bo really had been poisoned—by a deadly toxin that had seeped deep into his bones.
"Impossible..."
Tang San murmured without thinking, disbelief filling his eyes. "The ancient texts clearly say the innate backlash of the Jade Phosphor Snake Martial Soul has no cure. How is this possible?"
Beside him, Gui Mengguan, Qian Gujue, and Oupai kept their faces impassive, but their inner messages had exploded into a frantic flood.
[Gui Mengguan: What the fuck?! What's going on? Dugu Bo isn't poisoned?! That's not right! In the original story, the backlash had nearly cost the old bastard half his life by now!]
[Qian Gujue: Something's wrong! Very wrong! Not only is the old bastard not poisoned, he can joke about it? Did a door slam on his head? Or...]
[Oupai: There are other transmigrators! There have to be! We already talked about