Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison in the Bones, Great Sun Golden Flame Suppresses the Poison

When Dugu Yan was brought to the outskirts of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, her complexion looked terrible.

It was not the pallor of sickness.

It was the sickly blue-white of someone whose body had been eroded by poison for a long time.

She sat on a stone platform with her arms folded, lips pressed tightly together, her gaze stubbornly defiant.

"I don't need him to treat me."

She raised her chin, her voice cold and sharp. "Grandfather, I know my own body."

Dugu Bo stood beside her, his expression darkening. When he heard that, his eyes softened for an instant.

But only for an instant.

The next moment, he said coldly, "Shut up."

Dugu Yan froze.

She had grown up under Dugu Bo's protection. Her grandfather might have been strange-tempered and ruthless toward outsiders, but he had always indulged her.

It was rare for him to scold her in front of outsiders like this.

Dugu Yan's lips moved, and her eyes reddened slightly, but she still swallowed her words.

Di Yao stood opposite her, his expression utterly unmoved.

He had changed into a clean outer robe, yet faint bloodstains were still visible beneath his collar.

Hu Liena stood behind him, her brows furrowed the entire time.

She could sense that Di Yao's aura was unstable.

Suppressing Dugu Yan's poison in this condition was extremely risky.

But Di Yao clearly would not listen to advice.

Seeing how calm he looked, Dugu Yan felt even more uncomfortable.

She sneered, her words edged with barbs. "Don't burn yourself to death inside my body."

Di Yao raised his eyes to look at her.

"The poison in your body has no intention of sparing you either."

Dugu Yan's expression stiffened.

Those words were like a blade, cutting straight through the pride she had propped up.

She wanted to refute him, but found herself unable to speak.

Because Di Yao was telling the truth.

She had felt it over the years.

At night, her meridians would ache like they were being pierced, her bones would grow cold, and whenever the poison backlashed, she would even feel as though her blood was no longer warm.

She simply refused to admit it.

She refused to admit that, as Poison Douluo's granddaughter, she would one day die from poison.

Dugu Bo's gaze darkened.

"Begin."

Di Yao extended a hand.

"Your hand."

Dugu Yan did not move.

Di Yao looked at her, his voice indifferent. "If you want to die with dignity, you can keep being stubborn."

Dugu Yan's eyes reddened. Gritting her teeth, she extended her hand.

"You'd better actually be capable," she said softly. Her voice carried both defiance and a trace of fear she was unwilling to acknowledge.

Di Yao did not provoke her further.

He placed two fingers on Dugu Yan's wrist pulse.

Her skin was ice-cold to the touch.

It was not the coldness of a normal person.

It was more like a sinister venomous snake was hidden in her meridians, slowly devouring her vitality.

Dark Gold Firelight flickered faintly in Di Yao's eyes.

The First Soul Ring slowly emerged.

Rather than erupting as it did in battle, the Great Sun Golden Flame transformed into an exceedingly fine thread of dark gold fire that slowly drilled into Dugu Yan's meridians from his fingertips.

"Mm—!"

Dugu Yan's body jolted violently. Her other hand gripped the edge of the stone platform so tightly that her nails nearly broke.

That flame was unbearably hot.

But it was not simply heat.

It was like a red-hot needle, inching deeper through her meridians and forcibly driving out the toxins hidden within their crevices.

Cold sweat instantly beaded on Dugu Yan's forehead.

She gritted her teeth and refused to cry out.

Dugu Bo stared at Di Yao as Poison Mist around him surged and contracted.

If Di Yao showed even the slightest sign of something going wrong, he would act immediately.

Hu Liena watched just as closely.

She saw Di Yao's face gradually turn pale, and her heart tightened involuntarily.

This was no ordinary treatment.

He was feeding his Soul Power, flames, and mental control into another person's meridians inch by inch.

If he lost control even slightly, either Dugu Yan would be burned or Di Yao would suffer a poisonous backlash.

"Say something if it hurts."

Seeing Dugu Yan's pale lips, Hu Liena could not help frowning.

Dugu Yan looked up. Her voice trembled, but she still forced herself to endure. "None of your business."

Hu Liena choked on her words, and her expression cooled as well. "No one wants to care about you. Don't move around. If you do, you'll die faster."

Dugu Yan glared at her.

But this time, she did not argue back.

Di Yao's thread of fire had already entered deep into her right arm.

Suddenly, a jade-green glow flashed behind Dugu Yan.

Her Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul manifested instinctively.

The instant the serpent shadow appeared, the surrounding poison surged wildly, as though it wanted to swallow that thread of Great Sun Golden Flame.

Dugu Bo's expression changed.

"Yanyan, suppress your Martial Soul!"

Dugu Yan gritted her teeth, and pain finally entered her voice. "I can't suppress it..."

It was the instinctive backlash of her Martial Soul.

The toxins were being forced back by Sun Fire, so the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul naturally moved to protect them.

Di Yao's eyes turned slightly cold.

The Second Soul Ring lit up.

Ten Thousand Demon Edict!

A dark golden pressure descended from behind Di Yao.

It was not a forceful shattering.

It was a suppression like the gaze of a superior looking down.

The Jade Phosphorous Serpent phantom behind Dugu Yan suddenly froze.

In that instant.

The Great Sun Golden Flame at Di Yao's fingertips abruptly narrowed, becoming like a tiny dark golden blade that sliced directly into the gaps where bone poison had accumulated.

"Ah!"

Dugu Yan finally could not hold back her cry.

It was brief, then forcibly cut off as she bit down.

Jade-green poison veins surfaced beneath the skin of her arm, then were driven out through her fingertips.

Venom dripped onto the stone platform.

With a hiss.

The stone surface was corroded into tiny black pits.

Dugu Bo's pupils abruptly constricted as he watched those droplets of venom.

That was not surface poison.

It was poison accumulated in the bone marrow.

Over the years, he had tried countless methods, yet could only ease it. He had never been able to force it out so directly.

But now, Di Yao had done it.

Even if it was only a tiny portion.

He had truly done it.

Dugu Bo's Adam's apple moved, and his voice lowered for the first time. "Can it be cured at the root?"

Di Yao did not answer immediately.

When he withdrew the thread of fire, his fingertips trembled slightly.

A wisp of jade-green toxic vapor curled back up along his fingers, only to be swiftly incinerated by dark golden flames.

Di Yao's face turned even paler.

He raised his eyes toward Dugu Bo.

"It can."

Dugu Bo's eyes lit up.

But Di Yao's next words were cold.

"But you can't afford the price right now."

Dugu Bo's face darkened.

Standing nearby, Hu Liena could not help the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.

Even now, he still did not forget to name his price.

Dugu Yan leaned against the stone platform, her chest rising and falling heavily.

After the poison suppression ended, she could clearly feel that her body had grown lighter.

The bone-deep chill pressing down on her had actually receded somewhat.

She lowered her head to look at her hand, her expression somewhat dazed.

For the first time in years, she felt that she was not merely waiting to die.

She looked up at Di Yao.

The hostility in her eyes had gained a hint of something more complicated.

"You..." She bit her lip, her voice still hoarse. "Why are you helping me?"

Di Yao was regulating his Soul Power.

Hearing that, he glanced at her.

"Your grandfather paid the price."

Dugu Yan was stunned.

Hu Liena was stunned as well.

Di Yao's tone was mild, as though he were stating something perfectly natural. "I'm saving you not because you're pitiful, nor because I'm kind-hearted."

"You have value."

"So does Dugu Bo."

Dugu Yan looked at him, and the complicated feelings that had just risen in her heart were immediately choked back down.

Gritting her teeth, she said, "Do you always speak so unpleasantly?"

Di Yao lowered his eyes. "The truth is usually unpleasant."

Hu Liena could not help turning her head aside. "No wonder nobody likes you."

Di Yao heard her, but did not respond.

Dugu Bo remained silent for a long time.

Looking at the little color that had returned to Dugu Yan's face, the killing intent in his eyes finally faded.

He raised his head toward Di Yao, his voice still hard and cold.

"You truly can save Yanyan."

Di Yao corrected him. "For now, I can only suppress the poison."

"A root cure costs extra."

The corner of Dugu Bo's mouth twitched. He snorted coldly. "This old man will remember."

Di Yao turned to leave.

But after taking one step, his body swayed slightly.

Hu Liena reacted quickly and immediately caught his arm.

This time, Di Yao did not pull away at once.

Hu Liena looked down and saw that his fingertips were still trembling. Anger rose in her eyes again.

She said softly, "Can't you stop forcing yourself just once?"

Di Yao looked ahead, his voice calm. "This isn't forcing myself."

Hu Liena frowned. "Then what is it?"

Di Yao said, "Before collecting the price, let the other party see the goods."

Hu Liena had nothing to say for a moment.

She suddenly felt that this person was truly hard to persuade.

It wasn't because he didn't know the danger.

He had simply factored the danger into the equation as well.

Dugu Yan sat on the stone platform, watching Hu Liena help Di Yao away, her expression complicated.

She hated Di Yao's coldness.

She hated how his words cut like knives.

Yet she had to admit that this infuriatingly cold brat had just pulled her back from the poison.

Dugu Bo stood beside her, one hand resting on her shoulder.

The Poison Douluo said nothing.

He merely watched Di Yao's departing figure, and for the first time, there was a hint of genuine wariness in his eyes.

It was not wariness of Spirit Hall.

Nor was it wariness of the Demon Emperor Martial Soul.

It was wariness of Di Yao himself.

This brat was far too calculating.

And far too capable of enduring pain.

A person like that, so long as he did not die, would sooner or later drag everyone who came near him into his scheme.