Qian Renxue's Gift; Poison Douluo

Lin Nuo felt he was practically becoming immune to Qian Renxue's promises that nothing would be denied.

Grand promises casually tossed out by people in power were fine to listen to, but taking them seriously would be the end of him.

Still, since she had taken the initiative to hand him the pole, he would be doing himself a disservice if he did not climb it and fleece her for a little something.

Lin Nuo pretended to ponder for a moment before speaking.

"Brother Xue, if there is truly something I want, could I trouble you to find me some ancient books and illustrated guides that document rare flowers and exotic herbs?

Outside of cultivation, I am rather interested in these obscure plants.

Also, if possible, a storage Soul Tool capable of holding living creatures would be even better."

Hearing this unexpected request, Qian Renxue was visibly stunned.

She had thought Lin Nuo would take the chance to ask for precious cultivation resources or high-grade Spirit Bones. She had not expected him to ask for nothing more than a few botanical guides and a storage Soul Tool.

To her, this was laughably easy.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan of Pope Palace was famously obsessed with flowers.

He definitely had the most complete collection of guides to rare flowers and exotic herbs on the entire continent.

So long as she asked for them, he would not dare hide them from her even if he had ten times the courage.

"Just that? No problem."

Xue Qinghe agreed without the slightest hesitation, his tone brimming with generosity.

"Wait a few days for the guides. I will certainly find you the most comprehensive editions.

As for a Soul Tool that can store living creatures, I will have someone deliver one directly to your dormitory later."

"Then thank you, Brother Xue!"

Lin Nuo lowered his head and cupped his hands in thanks, perfectly concealing his wildly rising smile with the gesture.

Everything was progressing smoothly according to his plan.

Once he had the guides and a Soul Tool capable of storing living Immortal Herbs, everything would be ready. The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well in Sunset Forest would sooner or later fall securely into his hands.

Elsewhere, within Heaven Dou City, stood a lavish estate.

"Grandfather, that was what happened.

That Yu Tianheng was like a piece of dog-skin plaster that just would not come off. I had made it clear long ago that we were not suitable for each other, but he insisted on pestering me endlessly."

Dugu Yan sat fuming in a rosewood chair in the main hall and gulped down a mouthful of tea.

"Today, he publicly confessed to me and got rejected. Feeling humiliated, he turned around and took it out on a junior who had just enrolled.

The funniest part was that the dignified heir apparent of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was beaten flat in public by an eight- or nine-year-old junior. What a disgrace!"

After hearing his granddaughter's account, the old man seated in the place of honor gave a heavy snort. His withered hand slammed onto the tea table beside him with a dull bang.

The old man was tall and gaunt, dressed in a long emerald-green robe.

Most bizarrely, not only were his clothes green, but even his long hair and chest-length beard were a deep, shadowy green.

As he struck the table, a faint, nauseating stench spread through the hall.

He was none other than the Poison Douluo whose name shook the continent, Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo had struggled through the world of Soul Masters for most of his life. He had eaten more salt than Yu Tianheng had eaten rice, so how could he fail to see through the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's petty schemes?

That old bastard Yu Yuanzhen had allowed his grandson to pester his precious granddaughter. Was he not after the combat strength of a Title Douluo without any clan ties?

As for Yu Tianheng's constant harassment of his beloved granddaughter,

the reason Dugu Bo had always turned a blind eye and refrained from forcefully intervening was entirely due to helpless compromise.

No one knew his physical condition better than he did. The backlash of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Poison grew more violent each time, while the intervals between attacks became shorter and shorter.

Perhaps one day, these old bones of his would no longer endure it, and he would die when the poison flared up.

If he fell, how would Yanyan survive alone in this cannibalistic world of Soul Masters?

If this marriage alliance could make the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Yanyan's future shield, then no matter how disgusted he felt, he would grit his teeth and accept it.

But!

His repeated concessions were not meant to let that little loach push his luck outside and ruin his granddaughter's reputation!

He could not even pursue a girl without putting on such a ridiculous farce of bullying the weak, then refusing to accept defeat after losing.

With such narrow-mindedness and petty bearing, what could he possibly use to keep his granddaughter safe?

"Yanyan, I understand this matter."

Dugu Bo slowly rose to his feet, and a chilling green gleam flashed through his murky eyes.

"Since the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan cannot teach its grandson properly, I will personally seek out that old dragon Yu Yuanzhen and demand an explanation.

Does he really think my Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison is just for show?"

Seeing that Dugu Bo was truly enraged, Dugu Yan hurried forward and took his arm, gently shaking it to soothe him.

She knew that if her grandfather really went to war with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, things would spiral beyond control.

"Oh, Grandfather, it is enough if you give that ungrateful Yu Tianheng a little warning. There is no need to make such a huge fuss over him."

Dugu Yan acted coquettishly, then shifted the subject, her tone becoming more serious.

"Yanyan does hope that, if necessary, you can secretly protect that junior who got dragged into this.

After all, what happened today was entirely because of me.

If he suffers some hidden attack because of this undeserved disaster, I will feel terrible."

The moment she said this, Dugu Bo's brows, which had been raised in anger, shot up even further, and intense interest rose in his heart.

No one knew better than he did how proud his precious granddaughter was.

Those so-called young masters of noble families and clan prodigies normally did not even catch her eye.

Yet today, she had unexpectedly pleaded for a boy who had only just enrolled?

Moreover, only now did Dugu Bo suddenly realize something.

Yanyan seemed to have said that the little brat who had beaten Yu Tianheng flat was only eight or nine years old?

He roughly knew that little loach Yu Tianheng's background. He was just over twelve years old, and his cultivation should have reached around level twenty-six.

A core heir nurtured with the full resources of his clan had actually been defeated by a small child who surpassed him in rank?

"Yanyan, are you certain you did not see wrongly?"

A sharp glint burst from Dugu Bo's cloudy eyes.

"That eight- or nine-year-old boy defeated Yu Tianheng head-on?"

Dugu Yan nodded without the slightest hesitation.

"Absolutely! That junior is called Lin Nuo, and his martial soul is a poisonous spider.

The most outrageous part is that his second Soul Ring was genuinely at the thousand-year level!"

At this point, Dugu Yan's expression grew somewhat solemn.

"Grandfather, you know how those people from the Upper Three Sects always preach righteousness and morality, yet how unscrupulous they are behind the scenes.

For a genius who completely shatters the common sense of the Soul Master world, if they cannot use him, who knows what excessive things they might do."

Dugu Yan looked directly into Dugu Bo's eyes. "That is why I want to ask you, Grandfather, to lend him a hand at a critical moment."