Dugu Bo still very much approved of the Martial Soul Experience Sharing Conference.
The grand sharing conference truly gave him a ruthless lesson.
Every powerhouse and scholar shared their respective experiences at the conference.
Whether anyone kept secrets he did not know, he only knew that he learned a lot of useful knowledge up there.
For instance, the martial soul defect that had always plagued the Dugu Family and persisted throughout it-namely the flaw where the stronger one's cultivation became, the more one was backlashed by their own martial soul's poison.
Regarding this problem, after listening to so many experience sharings at the conference, he finally found a way to resolve his own martial soul defect.
The method was not something he obtained by revealing his own martial soul defect and asking about it, but rather something Dugu Bo figured out on his own by following the sharings of others.
Moreover, there was not just one method, but two.
The first was something he was already doing, which was condensing the toxins within his body into a Poison Pill.
Only, this method required expending more time, and he was not confident that he could condense all the toxins into a Poison Pill before the snake venom erupted completely.
The second method was even simpler, which was forcing the toxins into his soul bones.
Therefore, on this score, Dugu Bo considered this trip to Spirit Hall to have been well worth it.
He not only learned the experiences shared by others, but also found a way to resolve his own martial soul defect.
Now, he could finally rest easy, without having to worry about the snake venom in his body completely erupting one day.
As for his granddaughter, Dugu Yan, she likewise had a way to be resolved.
It was just a pity that after numerous powerhouses and scholars shared their experiences this time, and after a round of discussions, they still failed to find an alternative scheme to the soul ring.
There were plenty of feasible schemes, but not a single one could be implemented immediately.
All the schemes still required spending a vast amount of time to research.
Dugu Bo felt somewhat regretful, yet not intensely so, for after all he was already a Title Douluo, and having no soul ring to absorb was completely inconsequential to him himself.
If not for the fact that he still had a granddaughter, he would not have cared about this matter at all.
Dugu Bo was not a petty person either.
To thank others for helping him think of a method to resolve his own martial soul defect, Dugu Bo also shared his experience of condensing the Poison Pill.
At the time, it gave everyone quite a shock.
No one had ever known that toxins could also be condensed into a pill; could Soul Power be the same way then?
At the mere thought of the shock on the faces of those present at the time, Dugu Bo still felt a bit smug even now.
Carrying this joyful mood, Dugu Bo leisurely passed through the poisonous miasma on the outer perimeter of the Sunset Forest and returned to his old lair.
The poisonous miasma remained dense, and the poison array he had set up was intact, without any trace of having been touched.
Dugu Bo nodded with satisfaction.
He passed through the poison array and walked along the familiar valley path toward the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
From afar, that dual-colored spring still lay quietly in the center of the valley, half fiery red and half icy blue, the steaming mist shimmering with brilliant rosy clouds under the setting sun.
Everything looked just like usual. Dugu Bo's footsteps suddenly paused, his gaze landing on the surroundings of the spring.
"How can this be..."
His entire person was as if struck by lightning, standing frozen in place.
Gone. The patch of flowers and grass around the spring was entirely gone.
Those exotic flowers and rare herbs, which he might not have known by name but nonetheless knew to be extraordinary, did not have a single stalk left.
The ground was covered everywhere in pits of varying depths, as if plowed through by wild boars-one here and one there, shocking to the eye.
Dugu Bo opened his mouth, closed it again, and opened it once more. His lips trembled, and his beard shook along with them. The expression on his face changed from blankness to shock, from shock to livid, and from livid to a pig-liver hue.
"Who... Who was it?!"
A violent roar exploded.
"Who did this?!"
Dugu Bo stood up, spun around in place like a headless fly, and then kicked a nearby giant boulder, shattering it into smithereens.
"This old man... This old man has only been gone for less than a month!" He roared toward the empty valley, his voice hoarse and ferocious, "Which heaven-forsaken bastard! Which accursed wretch! Taking advantage of my absence to ransack my old lair! Pulling up every single thing in your grandpa's field without leaving a single stalk! Are you fucking descended from locusts or wild boars?!"
He cursed with flying spittle, veins bulging on his forehead, and his old face turning purplish-red.
He, Dugu Bo, a ninety-first-rank Title Douluo, the number one poison master in the world, a figure who made the entire continent tremble at the three words Poison Douluo, had actually had his home burglarized.
"Dammit!"
"Beast!"
He delivered another kick, smashing a half-man-high rock nearby into powder.
Dugu Bo puffed and panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot, the emerald-green poisonous mist all over his body churning uncontrollably, corroding the weeds within dozens of zhang into ashes entirely.
He stood amidst the wreckage, his chest heaving violently, and cursed fiercely at the empty air:
"Son of a bitch! You'd better not let this old man catch you! If you let this old man catch you..."
"This old man will use you to test medicines! I'll soak you in a jar of poison, trying out a hundred kinds of poison in alternating ways! I'll make you wish you were dead and unable to die! This old man means what he says!!!"
After finishing this curse, Dugu Bo seemed to have all his strength drained, and he collapsed onto the ground with a plop, not caring that the gravel on the ground poked painfully.
He panted in huge gasps, his entire person looking extremely disheveled.
A Title Douluo, sitting in a vegetable patch dug full of pits everywhere, so angry that he resembled a mad dog whose bone had been snatched away.
He was truly infuriated.
His original good mood was now completely gone.
That is to say, this trip to Spirit Hall did indeed yield huge gains, or else he truly would have regretted himself to death.
Just as Dugu Bo was furious because his old home had been burglarized,
in Spirit City, Flender finally sought out Yu Xiaogang.
Previously at the sharing conference, he had consistently not dared to disturb Yu Xiaogang.
Even after the conference ended, he waited for several days before submitting an application wanting to see Yu Xiaogang alone.
Upon knowing that Flender wanted to see him, Yu Xiaogang naturally did not refuse.
Soon, Flender arrived at Yu Xiaogang's office.
Yu Xiaogang's pair of bloodshot eyes blinked, seeming to take a breath or two to recognize who the visitor was. He put down the charcoal pencil in his hand, his voice hoarse yet carrying a trace of surprise: "Flender? Why haven't you left yet?"
"I stayed behind to check on you." Flender walked around the pile of paper on the floor and sat down opposite Yu Xiaogang.
"You fellow, how many days haven't you slept?" Flender frowned.
Yu Xiaogang waved his hand and did not answer this question, merely saying indifferently: "Time waits for no man."
"Time waits for no man, but you shouldn't work yourself to the bone like this either!"
"This sort of matter was never something that could be completed in a short time."
Flender frowned and advised.
He had stayed behind to see Yu Xiaogang alone precisely because he wanted to persuade the other party.
"How is it? After the sharing conference, do you have confidence?"
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