"Father, what do you want from me?"
The door was gently pushed open, and a boy about seven or eight years old poked his head in.
He was thin and thin, with an unhealthy gray complexion, sunken eye sockets, and a faint purple tint to his lips. His posture was also a little sloppy, and he was obviously suffering from a long-term illness.
"Sir, this is Quanzi, Dugu Xin!"
Dugu Bo quickly pulled his son in front of Zhang Qingxuan, with a bit of humility and sincerity in his tone.
This "Poison Douluo", who would later make people in mainland China look down upon him, only cared about his son in his heart at the moment.
"Stretch out your hand." Zhang Qingxuan's voice was calm and gentle, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.
Dugu Xin was a little timid and did not follow the instructions immediately. Instead, he subconsciously looked at Dugu Bo, seeking his father's instructions.
"Look what I do! Don't you listen to what the adults say?" Dugu Bo felt anxious, raised his hand and patted his son gently on the back of the head.
"Hurry up and reach out!"
"Oh... Got it." Dugu Xin, who had been "reprimanded", immediately became honest and slowly stretched out his little arm that was as thin as a matchstick.
An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Qingxuan's mouth, and he stepped forward slowly, gently placing two fingers on Dugu Xin's cold wrist.
The next moment, a very subtle but extremely pure light golden Qi breath penetrated Dugu Xin's body like a swimming fish along Meridians.
"Father, I... I seem to feel a flow of heat coming in!" Dugu Xin trembled slightly and said curiously.
"Silence! The master is treating you!" Dugu Bo quickly shouted to stop him, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Qingxuan's face, not missing any change in expression, and his heart was in his throat.
"Oh..." Dugu Xin shrank his neck. Hearing that he was treating himself, he finally calmed down and stopped talking.
Time passed little by little, and the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
After a moment, Zhang Qingxuan slowly retracted his finger, but his brows furrowed slightly, forming a deep groove.
"Sir, how is the dog's situation?" Dugu Bo's voice was trembling uncontrollably, and his hands clenched unconsciously.
"It's difficult." Zhang Qingxuan said solemnly.
"What?!" Dugu Bo As if struck by lightning, he felt a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the sky. The blood in his body seemed to solidify instantly, and his whole body was half cold.
However, Zhang Qingxuan changed the topic and his tone became profound. "But it is not hopeless. I have seen two cases of your son's symptoms before."
Dugu Bo's dim eyes instantly rekindled the flame of hope, like a drowning man grabbing a straw.
"When both of them awakened their martial souls, their innate physiques were too weak and could not bear the powerful power of their natal martial souls, causing their martial souls to backlash."
Zhang Qingxuan paused, looked sharply at Dugu Bo, and his tone became more solemn. "And your son's situation is a hundred times more dangerous than those two people!"
"The backlash of Destruction effective energy did not dissipate, but mutated and transformed into a poison, deeply rooted in his limbs and bones, Five Viscera and Six Bowels!"
"That's--Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's poison!"
"Bi...Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor?!" Dugu Bo was shaken all over, his eyes almost bulged out, and he exclaimed in surprise.
The one he awakened back then was obviously Jade Phosphorous Serpent. How could his son awaken Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor?
"You can't be wrong." Zhang Qingxuan said firmly.
"What he awakened back then was definitely not the ordinary Jade Phosphorous Serpent, but the one that had reached the extreme level of mutation - Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor!"
"It was only because you were weak at the time and failed to channel and resolve it in time that the overwhelming poison completely backfired and eroded his foundation."
Recalling the scene when my son had a high fever and struggled in pain after awakening his martial spirit, Dugu Bo felt filled with regret and clenched his fists.
"Then... can the dog be saved?" His voice was hoarse, with the last trace of hope.
"Yes." Zhang Qingxuan gave reassurance.
"Let him follow me for one year! During this year, I will remove this bone-corroding Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor poison for him."
"As for completely eradicating the hidden dangers associated with your Dugu Family martial soul, you need to wait until his cultivation reaches the Soul King level in the future before he comes back to me. I will have my own way."
Zhang Qingxuan sighed in his heart, this child's body was almost riddled with holes by the poison, and he was lucky to be able to save his life.
This is largely due to the fact that Dugu Bo was not strong enough in his early years and failed to intervene in time when the child was awakening, which led to such a disaster.
"One year! Good, good!" Dugu Bo was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly. As long as his son could live, not to mention one year, he would be willing to give it ten years.
"Everything depends on the arrangements of the adults!"
"When this war sweeping the continent is over, come to Orange Grove outside Spirit City to find me." Zhang Qingxuan turned around and looked at the rolling dark clouds in the distance.
"At that time, I will teach you how to solve the flaws of your own martial soul."
Dugu Bo heard this, not only was he not dissatisfied at all, but he burst into tears of gratitude.
Now that my subordinate has done nothing, it is a great kindness for someone to save my beloved son. If he is not satisfied anymore, he will be a fool who wants to destroy himself!
A few days later, the situation on the mainland took a turn for the worse.
Heaven Dou Empire, Star Luo Empire, Spirit Hall, Clear Sky Sect, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan... All the top forces in this Douluo Continent have unprecedentedly put aside their prejudices and hatreds, formed a short-term alliance, and launched a comprehensive counterattack against the increasingly rampant Fallen Soul Master.
The flames of war are raging, and mountains of corpses are piled up.
Countless Soul Masters were killed on both sides, and some Titled Douluos also died. The war was far more tragic than ever before.
Fortunately, the coalition forces were strong, and the overall battle situation was overwhelming.
However, in the dark and filthy Evil Soul Valley sky, the resentment and murderous blood of countless wronged souls converged into a substance-like thick blood, hovering endlessly, exuding a heart-stopping aura of Evil.
And in this bloody light, a heart-stopping and terrifying formation is rapidly forming, with a Purple-Black Scythe in the center of the formation glowing slightly.
Necromancer Douluo stroked the hideous old scar on his chest, and looked at each other with Blood Demon Douluo, his eyes full of madness and greedy excitement.
"It's almost... it's almost done!"
"When this artifact-centered 'Soul-Devouring Spirit Blood Formation' completely absorbs enough soul essence, that old man Qian Daoliu will die!"
"The day when we Fallen Soul Master will unify the continent is coming soon!"
"Hahaha!"
One month later, Spirit Hall will be on the main battlefield.
Above the sky, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his hands, his white-gold wings slightly folded, and a holy light enveloped his whole body.
He looked down at the land below, where rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the fields. A rare trace of haze and confusion flashed through his eyes that pierced through the world.
[Strange...]
[When did these Fallen Soul Master become so fearless of death? Even almost crazy?]