Spirit Hall Publicly Invites Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Transformations

Dugu Bo highly approved of this Martial Soul Experience Sharing Conference.

The grand conference had truly taught him a harsh lesson.

Every powerhouse and scholar had shared their own experiences at the conference.

He did not know whether anyone had held anything back, but he knew he had learned plenty of useful knowledge there.

For instance, the Martial Soul flaw that had long plagued the Dugu Family—the flaw where the stronger one's cultivation became, the more one suffered backlash from their own Martial Soul's poison.

After listening to so many experience-sharing sessions at the conference, he had finally found a way to resolve his own Martial Soul flaw.

He had not found the method by revealing his Martial Soul flaw and asking around. Rather, Dugu Bo had figured it out himself by following along with everyone else's discussions.

And there was more than one method—there were two.

The first was something he was already doing: condensing the toxins within his body into a Poison Pill.

However, this method required more time. He was not confident he could condense all the toxins into a Poison Pill before the snake venom completely erupted.

The second method was much simpler: force the toxins into his Soul Bones.

So in that respect, Dugu Bo felt that his trip to Spirit Hall had not been in vain.

Not only had he learned from the experiences shared by others, but he had also found a way to resolve his own Martial Soul flaw.

Now, he could finally rest easy. He no longer needed to worry about the snake venom in his body erupting completely one day.

And his granddaughter, Dugu Yan, now had a solution as well.

It was just a pity that, after so many powerhouses and scholars had shared their experiences and held another round of discussions, they still had not found a way to replace Soul Rings.

There were many viable proposals, but not a single one could be implemented immediately.

Every proposal still required a great deal of time for research.

Dugu Bo found it somewhat regrettable, though not terribly so. After all, he was already a Titled Douluo. Whether he could absorb Soul Rings no longer mattered to him at all.

If not for his granddaughter, he would not have cared about this matter in the first place.

Dugu Bo was not a stingy man either.

To thank the others for helping him come up with a solution to his Martial Soul flaw, Dugu Bo also shared his experience of condensing Poison Pills.

At the time, everyone had been utterly stunned.

No one had ever known that toxins could be condensed into pills. If so, could Soul Power be condensed as well?

Whenever he recalled the shock on everyone's faces, Dugu Bo still felt a little smug.

In this cheerful mood, Dugu Bo leisurely passed through the poisonous miasma at the edge of Sunset Forest and returned to his lair.

The miasma remained dense, and the poison formation he had set up was completely intact, without the slightest sign of having been disturbed.

Dugu Bo nodded in satisfaction.

He passed through the poison formation and followed the familiar path through the valley toward the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

From afar, the two-colored spring still lay quietly at the center of the valley, half fiery red and half icy blue. The rising mist shimmered with brilliant hues beneath the setting sun.

Everything looked exactly as usual. Then Dugu Bo's steps suddenly halted, his gaze falling on the area around the spring.

"How is this possible..."

He stood frozen in place as though struck by lightning.

They were gone. All the flowers and plants around the spring were gone.

Not a single one of those strange flowers and exotic herbs—plants he did not recognize but knew to be extraordinary—remained.

Pits of varying depths covered the ground, as though wild boars had rooted through it. There was one here, another there, a horrifying sight.

Dugu Bo opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. His lips trembled, and his beard shook along with them. His expression shifted from confusion to shock, from shock to livid fury, then from livid fury to the color of pig liver.

"Who... who was it?!"

A thunderous roar exploded.

"Who did this?!"

Dugu Bo rose to his feet and spun in place twice like a headless fly. Then he kicked a massive rock beside him, shattering it into four pieces.

"I was only gone for less than a month!" he roared at the empty valley, his voice hoarse and savage. "Which damned bastard? Which bastard who deserves a thousand cuts? You raided my lair while I was gone! You pulled up every last thing in your grandpa's field! What the fuck are you, a locust or a wild boar?!"

He cursed so fiercely that spittle flew everywhere. Veins bulged across his forehead, and his old face turned purple.

He was Dugu Bo, a level ninety-one Titled Douluo, the greatest poison master in the world. A man whose very name, Poison Douluo, made the entire continent tremble—and someone had actually robbed his home.

"Damn it!"

"Beast!"

He kicked again, pulverizing a boulder as tall as half a man beside him.

Dugu Bo panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot. Uncontrolled emerald poison mist surged from his body, corroding all the weeds within several dozen yards into ash.

Standing amid the devastation, his chest heaving violently, he cursed at the air:

"You bastard! You'd better pray I never catch you! If I catch you..."

"I'll use you to test my poisons! I'll soak you in poison vats and test a hundred different poisons on you one after another! I'll make you beg for death and be unable to die! I always keep my word!!!"

After shouting that, Dugu Bo seemed to have been drained of all strength. He dropped onto the ground, not caring that the broken stones jabbed painfully into him.

He gulped down breath after breath, looking utterly disheveled.

A Titled Douluo sat in a vegetable garden riddled with holes, furious like a rabid dog whose bone had been stolen.

He was truly enraged beyond measure.

His good mood from earlier was now completely gone.

It was only because his trip to Spirit Hall had yielded so much that he did not regret it to death.

While Dugu Bo was raging over his home being robbed,

Flender had finally sought out Yu Xiaogang in Spirit City.

During the Experience Sharing Conference, he had not dared to disturb Yu Xiaogang.

Even after the conference ended, he had waited several days before submitting a request to meet Yu Xiaogang alone.

Once Yu Xiaogang learned that Flender wanted to see him, he naturally did not refuse.

Before long, Flender arrived at Yu Xiaogang's office.

Yu Xiaogang blinked his bloodshot eyes, seemingly taking a moment or two to recognize who had come. He set down the charcoal pencil in his hand, his voice hoarse but carrying a hint of surprise. "Flender? Why haven't you left yet?"

"I stayed to see you." Flender stepped around the piles of paper on the floor and sat opposite Yu Xiaogang.

"You bastard, how many days has it been since you last slept?" Flender frowned.

Yu Xiaogang waved a hand and did not answer. He merely said calmly, "Time waits for no one."

"Time waits for no one, but you still shouldn't push yourself this hard!"

"This was never something that could be accomplished in a short time."

Flender frowned as he tried to persuade him.

He had stayed behind to meet Yu Xiaogang alone precisely because he wanted to talk him out of this.

"So? After the Experience Sharing Conference, are you confident now?"