Suppressing the Internal Strife, Yu Chengsi Dies! The Golden Generation?

Dugu Yan nodded:

"Understood."

Dugu Ce finally looked toward Yu Yin:

"Mother, do not worry. After tonight, the mountain will be clean."

Yu Yin was silent for a moment, then said softly:

"Be careful. Do not hurt our own people."

"Rest assured."

The night deepened.

At the East Peak of True Dragon Mountain, the campsite of Yu Chengsi and the others.

Golden Crocodile Douluo descended from the sky, landing in the center of the camp.

The pressure of a rank-99 Limit Douluo shrouded the entire camp like Mount Tai, leaving everyone unable to catch their breath.

"The Second Worship of Martial Soul Hall is inspecting True Dragon Mountain. Everyone is to remain in the camp and must not leave.

Those who disobey will be killed."

Golden Crocodile Douluo coldly tossed out these words, then leaped up and vanished into the night.

The camp was in an uproar.

Yu Chengsi walked out of his tent, watching the direction where Golden Crocodile Douluo had disappeared, his brows tightly locked.

"Big Brother, what is going on?"

Yu Cheng'en leaned in, lowering his voice.

"Why did someone from Martial Soul Hall come at a time like this?"

"I do not know."

Yu Chengsi shook his head, a faint sense of unease stirring in his heart.

"Tell the brothers to stay put and not go outside."

No sooner had he spoken than a jade-green mist rose from the mountainside, drifting slowly toward the East Peak on the night breeze.

Half an incense stick later.

The first scream rang out from the camp.

Yu Chengsi rushed out of his tent, seeing several disciples at the edge of the camp already collapsed on the ground, their bodies festering as their screams grew weaker.

"Poison mist?!"

Yu Chengsi's expression changed drastically, and he turned to run out of the camp.

But the jade-green poison mist had already surged in from all directions, encircling the entire camp.

"Dugu Ce! You are ruthless!"

Yu Chengsi roared at the sky, his Thunder Python martial soul manifesting as he tried to force his way through the poison mist.

A jade-green figure descended from the sky, blocking his path.

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back, laughing sinisterly:

"Yu Chengsi, when you incited Yu Yuanzhen to kill my nephew back then, did you ever think this day would come?"

"Dugu Bo!

You... you cannot kill me!

I came here to defect!"

Yu Chengsi's face turned deathly pale as he retreated repeatedly.

"Defect?"

Dugu Xuan stepped out from the poison mist, the phantom of the Jade Phosphorous Dragon Emperor appearing behind him.

"Your hands are stained with my son's blood; how dare you even mention the word 'defect'?"

Yu Chengsi's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, kowtowing desperately:

"Spare me, Your Excellency Nine Nether!

It was Yu Yuanzhen who gave the order back then; I only... I only said a few words..."

"A few words?"

Dugu Xuan kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

"A few words cost my son his life.

Yu Chengsi, today this old man shall take your life with a few words as well."

Yu Chengsi coughed up blood, wanting to beg for mercy again, but the poison mist had already surged into his mouth and nose.

He struggled desperately, but the Thunder Python martial soul flickering across his skin was eroded into tatters by the poisonous mist.

In less than ten breaths, Yu Chengsi dissolved into a puddle of thick liquid, not even leaving his bones behind.

The screams from the East Peak camp lasted for an entire incense stick's time.

After the incense burned out, silence returned to all things.

The emerald-green poisonous mist slowly dissipated, leaving the East Peak camp with nothing but empty tents and scattered clothing; not a single living soul remained.

Dugu Bo stood in the center of the camp, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction:

"The Myriad Poison Array is truly effective."

Dugu Xuan walked out from the poisonous mist, his expression complex. He remained silent for a moment before whispering:

"Let's go. Ce'er is still waiting."

The two leaped into the air and swept back toward the summit.

On the stone terrace at the peak, Dugu Ce stood with his hands behind his back, watching the mist gradually clear over the East Peak with a blank expression.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood beside him and said indifferently:

"It is done."

"Mm."

Dugu Ce nodded.

"The first batch of fertilizer for the Dragon-Serpent Sect has been acquired."

Dugu Yan hurried back from the West Peak and, seeing that the East Peak had returned to calm, asked softly:

"Yu Chengsi... is he dead?"

"Dead."

Dugu Ce turned to look at Dugu Yan.

"Sister, tomorrow you go tell Yu Chengzhi that the land on the East Peak has been cleared, and ask him if he wants to expand his territory."

Dugu Yan was stunned for a moment, then gave a wry smile:

"Are you trying to frame Yu Chengsi's death as them trespassing into a restricted area themselves?"

"It was a restricted area to begin with."

Dugu Ce said indifferently.

"Granduncle's Myriad Poison Array has been set for ten days; those who trespass into the core area of True Dragon Mountain die.

Yu Chengsi ignored the warnings and led his men into the array in the middle of the night; he brought this upon himself. What does this have to do with the Dragon-Serpent Sect?"

Dugu Bo laughed heartily:

"Brilliant! Simply brilliant!

Ce'er, your tongue is even more potent than this old man's poison."

Golden Crocodile Douluo also chuckled:

"Enough, the main business is finished.

Ce'er, prepare yourself; you will return to Martial Soul Hall with this old man in three days."

"Three days?"

Dugu Ce raised an eyebrow.

"Wasn't it supposed to be half a month?"

"The half-month period was for you to refine the immortal herb; now that you have finished early, there is no need to wait."

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky.

"Besides, this old man has already sent word.

Over at Martial Soul Hall, the Golden Generation is already itching for a fight, waiting for you.

If you arrive late, they might think you're afraid."

Dugu Ce smiled:

"Afraid? I'm afraid they won't be enough of a challenge."

Dugu Xuan stepped forward and patted his grandson on the shoulder:

"Ce'er, once you go to Martial Soul Hall, don't bring shame to the Dugu family."

"Rest assured, Grandfather."

Dugu Ce looked toward the direction of Martial Soul City, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Not only will I not bring shame, but I will also let everyone know:

The Sect Master of the Dragon-Serpent Sect is an existence they cannot afford to offend."

Golden Crocodile Douluo leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of golden light that vanished into the horizon.

Dugu Bo stretched his back:

"This old man is going into seclusion.

I intend to test the Soul Core method that Brother Xuan mentioned tonight.

Ce'er, by the time you return from Martial Soul Hall, I will be at least level ninety-four."

"I wish you success, Granduncle."

Dugu Ce cupped his hands in a salute.

Dugu Bo waved his hand, transforming into a streak of emerald light as he swept toward the back mountain.

Only Dugu Ce, Dugu Xuan, and Dugu Yan remained on the mountain peak.

The night wind blew past, carrying a faint scent of blood from the direction of the East Peak.

Dugu Yan remained silent for a moment before speaking softly:

"Little Ce, aren't you tired?"

"Tired?"

Dugu Ce was momentarily stunned.

"From the destruction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect until now, you haven't rested for a single day.

Between refining immortal herbs, fighting the Earth Dragon, and dealing with Yu Chengsi tonight."

Dugu Yan looked at her brother's profile.

"Don't you want to take a break?"

Dugu Ce was silent for a moment, then shook his head:

"There is no time to rest. Sister, there are too many people in this world who want to see me fall.

For every day I rest, they gain another opportunity."

Dugu Xuan sighed:

"Yanyan, don't try to persuade him.

This kid has the same temper as his father; once he sets his mind on something, not even nine oxen could pull him back."

Dugu Ce smiled and turned to walk toward the stone chamber:

"Grandfather, Sister, get some rest early. We have to travel in three days."

Dugu Yan watched her brother's retreating figure and whispered to Dugu Xuan:

"Grandfather, do you think Little Ce can really defeat the Golden Generation once he goes to Martial Soul Hall?"

Dugu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his tone resolute:

"A level fifty-one Twin Martial Souls, the Ice and Fire Golden Body, and an evolved Calamity Sacred Dragon.

Never mind the Golden Generation; even among those old fogies in Martial Soul Hall, few could compare to Ce'er at his age."