Dugu Bo "Voluntarily" Submits.

"Hahaha, Huai'er is truly a hero among youths, far stronger than your old man was back in the day. I only comprehended my domain when I broke through to become a Title Douluo. For you to have a domain at just level thirty, good, very good."

Murong Fuhai could not help but exclaim in admiration upon seeing his son acquire a domain.

"That goes without saying, look at whose son he is!" Wu Xianyun was filled with pride as she looked at her outstanding son.

Murong Huai scratched his head and said with a smile:

"Father, Mother, how are you feeling? Father, how are your hidden injuries?"

Hearing this, Murong Fuhai laughed and said:

"Haha, son, the effects of this Immortal Grade Herb are truly miraculous. The Demonic Flame attached to my martial soul has gained the ability to burn the origin, and I took this opportunity to burn away all the hidden injuries in my body. My spirit power has also returned to its peak; within a year, your old man will surely reach the level of a Super Douluo."

"I have also gained quite a lot. My Nine Profound Sword has not only evolved into the Nine Heavens Sword, but my spirit power has also increased by one level, reaching level eighty-seven." As Wu Xianyun spoke, she picked up Murong Huai and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, my precious son."

Murong Huai's face flushed slightly, then he turned to look at the four, Gui Mei and Yue Guan, and said:

"Yue Guan, go find a few more immortal herbs. I want one for each of you four. See if there are any others suitable; many elders in the Martial Soul Hall were severely injured this time, and my Murong family shouldn't play favorites. Find a few more to gift to them as well."

Murong Huai did not intend to keep all these immortal herbs for himself. For one, as the Holy Son of the Martial Soul Hall, although Qian Daoliu had previously stated that all Immortal Grade Herbs belonged to Murong Huai, he could not truly act that way. As the Holy Son, he had to appropriately demonstrate some magnanimity.

Secondly, what was the point of leaving Immortal Grade Herbs unused? Turning them into value as quickly as possible was the hard truth. Moreover, he could use them to win favors, ensuring they remembered his kindness so that Murong Huai could receive plenty of support within the Martial Soul Hall in the future.

As for the Ice and Fire body tempering, Murong Huai felt it was unnecessary. His physique was already much stronger than a Spirit King's, and he was immune to ice and fire, making it even more redundant. Not to mention his own strength was already formidable, his second martial soul naturally possessed ice and fire attributes; once cultivated to a certain level, they would also become ultimate attributes, so there was no need to suffer that ordeal.

Could the Ice and Fire Dragon King provide any amplification to the God of Heavenly Punishment anyway?

Finally, regarding mental strength, Murong Huai's mental power had skyrocketed after absorbing that ninety-thousand-year skull, enough to rival a Spirit Douluo. The Wangchuan Autumn Water Dew was of little use to him.

Therefore, he would use the remaining Immortal Grade Herbs if he found suitable ones; leaving them in his hands was a waste, so he might as well convert them into value.

Hearing Murong Huai's words, Thousand Jun, Falling Devil, Gui Mei, and Yue Guan were overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to Murong Huai:

"This subordinate thanks the Holy Son."

Murong Huai waved his hand, suddenly thought of something, and said:

"Oh, and that, find another suitable one and send it to the Martial Soul Academy for Dong'er."

"Yes, Holy Son."

Hearing Murong Huai's words, Murong Fuhai, who was standing to the side, had his eyes light up and said with a chuckle:

"Haha, it seems I won't have to wait long to have a grandson."

Hearing this, Murong Huai and Wu Xianyun could not help but roll their eyes.

"It's not that I'm complaining, Patriarch Murong, but your son is only six years old right now, and I am still your father's grandson. You want me to give you a grandson?" Murong Huai was left completely speechless.

Wu Xianyun also slapped Murong Fuhai and said indignantly: "Exactly, can you use your brain before you speak!"

"Hehe, I was just too excited." Murong Fuhai gave a sheepish smile.

Murong Huai truly could not imagine that the clownish father before him was the formidable Marshal of the Black Flame Army who dominated the world.

"Alright, looking at them, it will take a while. Father, Mother, go find me a suitable third Spirit Ring first." Murong Huai glanced at the group searching for herbs with Yue Guan and said to his parents.

"Spirit Ring? Oh, right, right, I almost forgot you're already level thirty. Since we're in the Sunset Forest, let's go, let's go..." Murong Fuhai slapped his forehead in realization.

The three turned to leave, but suddenly noticed Dugu Bo still standing nearby. Murong Huai paused, then realized he had forgotten about him.

"Well, Dugu Bo, you were the one who discovered this place first, but I believe you understand the principle that the weak are prey to the strong.

I'll give you two choices. First, I give you one Immortal Grade Herb, and you leave.

Second, you join the Martial Soul Hall. The Martial Soul Hall will not only give you an Immortal Grade Herb but also cure your poison. Choose one."

Murong Huai held up two fingers, giving Dugu Bo two options, and secretly exchanged a look with Murong Fuhai, who nodded.

Dugu Bo knew he could not keep the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well for himself, and he was used to being a lone wolf, so he prepared to choose the first option.

"Hehe, Holy Son, I am used to being a lone wolf and don't like being constrained, so I choose the first..."

Just as Dugu Bo was about to state his choice, a sense of mortal threat suddenly washed over his entire body, making his spine stiffen. It was as if he were enveloped in endless terror.

He saw a blood-red light flash in Murong Fuhai's eyes. In Dugu Bo's vision, it was as if he saw a man who had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The terrifying aura of a Title Douluo bypassed everyone else and landed precisely on Dugu Bo.

It was as if Murong Fuhai would kill him on the spot if he dared to choose the first option.

"Haha, Dugu Bo, regarding this matter, I think you should consider it carefully. What do you think?" Murong Huai said with a smile.

Dugu Bo was drenched in cold sweat and stammered:

"Yes... the Holy Son... is right."

Murong Huai nodded, then waved his hand and said: "Eh, of course, it is all voluntary. I have always liked to reason with people and would never force others to do things they don't like. As long as it's voluntary..."

As he spoke, Murong Huai revealed a "nuclear-friendly" smile. However, to Dugu Bo, this smile was no different from the death gaze of a demon.

Reason with people, then at least remove the pressure you're putting on me!! (σ｀д′)σ--

How is this any different from making him choose between death and demise?!

Dugu Bo looked at the nuclear-friendly smile on Murong Huai's face and the nuclear-bomb smile on Murong Fuhai's face. Dugu Bo was on the verge of tears and could only nod, forcing a stiff smile.

"Holy Son, I... I choose the second option. I am willing to join the Martial Soul Hall."

As the words fell, the pressure vanished instantly. Dugu Bo felt a sense of relief, as if a mountain that had been crushing him was suddenly lifted, and he let out a long, ragged breath.

"It was voluntary, wasn't it?"

"Yes, voluntary! It is this subordinate's own free will!" Dugu Bo forced a stiff smile.

Seeing this, Murong Huai smiled and said:

"Mm, not bad. You have made a very correct choice. Martial Soul Hall welcomes your joining. From now on, follow Yue Guan and Gui Mei to serve as my guards. Go find Yue Guan now and have him find an immortal herb for you as well."

"Many thanks, Holy Son." Dugu Bo dared not delay, hurriedly cupping his hands in a salute before walking toward Yue Guan and the others.

Dugu Bo gave Murong Huai a rather favorable impression. His mastery of poison was superb, and the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor venom was a true weapon of mass destruction on the battlefield; poisoning an entire city single-handedly was well within his capabilities.

For a person like this, Murong Huai had only one thing to say: Martial Soul Hall would not miss the cost of his meals, and it certainly would not lack a blade for taking lives.

If one can hold such a person in their grasp, they should never let them go. If they truly cannot be controlled, it is better to kill them outright; leaving them alive is merely a threat.