Aromatic Silk Beauty

After their conversation, Su Yuntao and Yang Wudi settled into luxurious guest rooms at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Holding a gift box, Su Yuntao knocked on the door of Yang Wudi's room next door.

"Little Su, what brings you here?" Yang Wudi asked sleepily. They had been traveling for the past two days, and he was indeed rather tired.

Su Yuntao entered the room and set the gift box on the table.

"Little Su, what's this?"

Su Yuntao smiled. "The thing you wanted."

Yang Wudi's entire body shuddered, and his eyes flashed. He hurriedly opened the gift box.

At once, a faint, soul-soothing fragrance filled every corner of the room.

It was an unusual purple flower, pale pink in color and without leaves. Its stem was three feet long, and its diameter was a full foot.

"An Aromatic Silk Beauty!" Yang Wudi cried, his expression bursting with excitement as he hugged the gift box, unable to bear letting it go.

"Little Su." Clutching the Aromatic Silk Beauty tightly, Yang Wudi asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Su Yuntao smiled. "Nothing much. I just thought Clan Chief Yang would be able to cure the poison, so I gave you the payment in advance."

Yang Wudi looked suspicious. "It's that simple?"

Su Yuntao spread his hands. "What else? If you don't want it, you can give it back."

"No, no!" Yang Wudi was as excited as an eighty-one-year-old child.

"Clan Chief Yang, you should take this Aromatic Silk Beauty as soon as possible. Maybe you'll even break through to Title Douluo."

Yang Wudi nodded solemnly. Just as it was impossible to break through to Level 30 after turning thirty, if a Soul Douluo failed to reach Level 90 before the age of seventy, they would be stuck at the bottleneck of Level 89 for the rest of their life.

In the past ten thousand years, there had been very few who became Title Douluos after the age of seventy. Those who managed it had all encountered extraordinary opportunities.

The reason Yang Wudi would still be only Level 82 ten years from now, aside from his obsession with alchemy, was that he was already old. His failure to break through to Title Douluo was all but certain. Since reaching Level 90 was out of the question, he could afford to cultivate at his leisure.

For Yang Wudi, the Aromatic Silk Beauty before him could change everything. Taking it would make him immune to all poisons, allow him to refine all kinds of poison and Elixirs, and improve his physique by cleansing and purging his body. It would give him hope of becoming a Title Douluo after all!

Yang Wudi took out a delicate blade and gently sliced the center of the Aromatic Silk Beauty's stamen. Then he tilted his head back and drank the drops of transparent purple liquid that flowed from it.

As its essence steadily drained away, the Aromatic Silk Beauty gradually withered. After about three minutes, it had completely died. Yang Wudi, meanwhile, looked considerably younger. The Immortal Herb had not only improved his physique, but had also instantly raised his Soul Power Level to the peak of Level 82.

"Little Su!" Yang Wudi exclaimed, brimming with excitement. "I won't forget this great kindness. If you ever need anything from me, just say the word. I'll brave fire and water for you without hesitation!"

Su Yuntao smiled. "Clan Chief Yang, there's no need to be so formal. How about I call you Old Yang from now on, and you call me Yuntao?"

"Good!" Yang Wudi laughed heartily. "It's settled, then. Don't worry, Yuntao. I'll cure Dugu Bo's poison completely, down to the last trace!"

Night had fully fallen. Although the vast Heaven Dou Royal Academy was brightly lit, it had grown very quiet.

Suddenly, a richly dressed old man dropped from the sky. A huge green snake coiled around him, then began to turn transparent. In the blink of an eye, it vanished completely. The snake was clearly his Martial Soul, and his identity was unmistakable: he was Poison Douluo Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo, whose nickname among people was the "Douluo head-hunting dog," entered the guest building at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

"Where is Su Yuntao staying?" Dugu Bo asked coldly.

The guest building staff member only had to glance at Dugu Bo before his imposing aura left them trembling.

"Senior, he's in Room One."

Hearing this, Dugu Bo strode forward. To the staff member's shock, he began to blur before their eyes. No matter how much they blinked, the strange sight wouldn't change.

Inside the room, Su Yuntao and Yang Wudi opened their eyes. They both sensed a powerful presence slowly drawing near.

Su Yuntao sensed it even earlier than Yang Wudi. Aside from his attack power, Yang Wudi was weak in every other area. Though Su Yuntao had only reached Level 60 in Soul Power, the boost from his Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone had already given him greater spiritual power than a Soul Master of the same level. On top of that, the Eternal Illusion Demon Flower had improved the quality of his spiritual power, making it stronger than that of an ordinary Soul Douluo!

Dugu Bo's spiritual power sensed no movement in Room One, so he continued a few steps forward and opened the door to Room Two.

A goateed old man and a handsome young man who looked no older than fifteen or sixteen came into view.

"You're Yang Wudi?" Dugu Bo asked.

"That's right. I'm Yang Wudi."

"And where is Su Yuntao, the one who claims to be a person bound to me by fate?"

"I'm him," Su Yuntao replied.

"You?" Dugu Bo scoffed. "Stop playing tricks. You could be a—"

Two yellow, two purple, and one black Soul Ring suddenly appeared in Dugu Bo's view. He remained calm and dismissive, but behind his back, his fingers twitched slightly.

Dugu Bo's expression remained unruffled, the picture of an unrivaled master as he slowly approached Su Yuntao.

Yang Wudi narrowed his eyes and glanced at Su Yuntao. Su Yuntao smiled and shrugged, and only then did Yang Wudi refrain from stopping him.

Dugu Bo seized Su Yuntao's wrist with his right hand and squeezed lightly. His pupils suddenly shrank, his expression freezing in an instant as his body began to tremble slightly.

"Fourteen?" Dugu Bo murmured in disbelief. "A fourteen-year-old Soul King?"

Su Yuntao smiled. "What's wrong, Old Poison? Want to check again?"

Dugu Bo squeezed with both hands once more. This time, his distraction made his grip much stronger, but with Su Yuntao's current physical strength, that amount of force was nothing.

Dugu Bo could only feel that the world was full of strange and absurd things. A fourteen-year-old Soul King was standing right before him, as real as could be.

"Little Monster, you really are a little monster!"

"Old Poison," Su Yuntao said calmly, "unbelievable things are always happening in this world."

Dugu Bo came back to himself and furrowed his brow. "Su Yuntao, we've only just met, and you're already calling me that. Isn't it a little inappropriate?"

Su Yuntao smiled. "Old Poison, we've known each other in spirit for a long time. You'll get used to it."