The Granddaughter He Raised, He Had to Spoil Even on His Knees

Dugu Bo's face darkened.

He had lived for so many years and seen countless storms.

But the scene before him truly exceeded the limits of his understanding.

His precious granddaughter was protecting a level-ten good-for-nothing boy like a hen guarding her chicks, even insisting that "everything that should and shouldn't have been done had already been done."

If word got out, where would Poison Douluo's old face go?

What baffled him even more was this.

Yanyan had always been arrogant and picky.

There were so many geniuses at Heaven Dou Royal Academy, yet she had not taken a liking to a single one.

How had she become so utterly infatuated with this brat?

The boy was indeed fair and clean-looking.

But aside from his face, what else did he have?

"Yanyan."

Dugu Bo took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound less frightening.

"Come here. Come to Grandpa."

"No."

Not only did Dugu Yan refuse to go over, she hugged Ye Qing's arm even tighter.

"Unless Grandpa swears you won't hurt him, I won't leave his side for even one step."

"..."

The veins on Dugu Bo's forehead throbbed.

His granddaughter had become disobedient.

And she was even threatening her own grandfather over some snot-nosed brat.

"Are you coming over or not?"

"No."

"You—"

Dugu Bo raised a hand, jade-green Soul Power already beginning to surge in his palm.

But when he saw the stubborn look in Dugu Yan's eyes, he forcibly lowered his hand again.

He could not hit her.

He could not scold her.

The granddaughter he had raised himself was one he had to spoil to the end, even on his knees.

"Fine, I swear."

Dugu Bo squeezed the words through clenched teeth. "Before you explain what's going on, I won't touch this brat. Is that enough?"

Only then did Dugu Yan let out a breath of relief and turn to look at Ye Qing.

Ye Qing gave her a slight nod.

Dugu Yan released his arm and stepped back two paces.

But her eyes remained fixed on her grandfather, ready to rush forward again at any moment.

Dugu Bo's face was gloomy as he prepared to question him.

Thud!

Ye Qing dropped straight to his knees.

Clean and decisive, all in one motion.

The sound of his knees striking the ground was loud enough to echo through the entire valley.

"?"

Dugu Bo froze.

Dugu Yan was stunned.

This was not part of the script she had planned.

"Grandpa!"

Ye Qing raised his head, his gaze as sincere as though Oscar himself had possessed him.

"To show you my sincerity toward Yanzi, I specifically brought the antidote for the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul's poison today!"

Grandpa?

The corner of Dugu Bo's mouth twitched.

Who the hell was your grandpa!

However, he quickly caught the latter half of that sentence.

An antidote?

Dugu Bo's pupils suddenly contracted.

He abruptly recalled that a few days ago, Yanyan had returned and immediately questioned him about the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul's poisoning.

At the time, he had wondered how she knew about it.

Now that he saw Ye Qing, he instantly understood.

"Was it you who told Yanyan about the poisoning?"

Dugu Bo's voice was terrifyingly low, and the temperature of the surrounding air plummeted.

The anger of a Titled Douluo, even if only a trace leaked out, was enough to make ordinary soul masters tremble in terror.

Sweat beaded on Ye Qing's forehead, but his expression did not change in the slightest. "It was me."

"You!"

"Grandpa!"

Dugu Yan rushed in front of Ye Qing and spread her arms, shielding him once more.

"It's true that Ye Qing told me about the poisoning, but he also has a way to cure it. He came to help us!"

Dugu Bo laughed in anger.

He was a dignified Titled Douluo, the foremost poison expert on the continent. He had spent so much time without finding a solution, yet a level-ten soul master had found one?

What kind of joke was that?

"Yanyan, this brat has deceived you."

There was a trace of helplessness in Dugu Bo's voice.

"Your grandfather has dealt with poison his entire life. The Jade Phosphorous Serpent's poison is inherent to the Martial Soul, the result of Martial Soul Possession fusing with the bloodline. Even I cannot cure it, much less him—"

"Grandpa!"

Dugu Yan cut him off, her tone urgent. "Did you know that just a few days ago, Ye Qing's Martial Soul was still the useless Wild Flower Martial Soul, and his Soul Power was only level three?"

Dugu Bo paused slightly.

Level three?

A Wild Flower Martial Soul?

"But he asked for a medicinal herb from Grandpa's Medicine Garden. After eating it, his Martial Soul mutated, and his Innate Soul Power reached level ten."

Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes, his gaze locking onto Ye Qing like a venomous snake's. "Brat, release your Martial Soul."

Ye Qing stood up, took a deep breath, and raised his right hand.

A translucent, crystalline Nine-Leaf Lotus slowly bloomed in his palm.

Its petals were like jade, its stamen like gold, and its entire body radiated a holy, gentle glow.

Its nine petals swayed softly, as if they possessed life.

Dugu Bo stared at the lotus, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter.

It was not as though he had never seen lotus Martial Souls before, but none of the lotus Martial Souls he had seen looked anything like this.

This lotus was too translucent, too pure. It did not resemble an ordinary Martial Soul at all, but rather the manifestation of some heavenly treasure.

"Yanyan said you asked her for a medicinal herb from my Medicine Garden?"

Dugu Bo's voice sank. "After you ate it, your Martial Soul became like this?"

"Yes, Senior."

Ye Qing withdrew his Martial Soul. "That herb was enough to cause my Martial Soul Evolution."

Dugu Bo was silent for a moment before suddenly sneering. "You think you can deceive me with a story like that?"

"Grandpa!"

Dugu Yan grew anxious. "Everything I said is true! Ye Qing understands the herbs in this Medicine Garden better than you do! He calls those herbs—Immortal Grades!"

Immortal Grades?

Confusion appeared in Dugu Bo's eyes.

He had guarded this Medicine Garden for decades. He only knew that some medicinal herbs contained deadly poison and could be used to cultivate poison arts.

Beyond that, there were indeed quite a few herbs that looked exceptionally strange and contained dangerous energy—herbs that even he did not dare use lightly.

Yanyan should not be lying to him.

At least not about something like this.

"You claim to understand these medicinal herbs better than I do?"

Dugu Bo stared at Ye Qing, his tone probing. "Then tell me, what in my Medicine Garden can cure the Jade Phosphorous Serpent's poison?"

Ye Qing smiled faintly.

He had waited a long time for that question.

"Please look, Senior."

Ye Qing raised his hand and pointed toward the pool of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

"At the meeting point of the frigid ice spring and the scorching yang spring, there is one Immortal Grade on each side."

"The one on the left is ice-blue throughout, shaped like an octagon, and gives off a piercing chill. It is called the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass."

"The one on the right is crimson throughout, shaped like blazing fire, and releases waves of searing heat. It is called the Infernal Delicate Apricot."

Dugu Bo followed the direction of his finger.

Those two medicinal herbs grew right beside the pool.

One stood on the left, the other on the right; one was blue, the other red. They were extremely conspicuous.

He had once tried to gather them, but every time he approached, he had been forced back by the extreme cold and scorching heat.

"These two Immortal Grades, one ice and one fire, complement and restrain each other."

Ye Qing's voice was calm and certain.

"Taking either one alone is deadly poison. But if they are consumed together, with the spring water of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well as a catalyst, the powers of ice and fire can achieve balance within the body."

"This balanced power is enough to neutralize every trace of bloodline poison in the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul."

"What?!"

Dugu Bo's eyes flew wide open.