Dugu Bo's Social Death Scene: "I'm like someone digging up their ancestors' graves!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo pointed at the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Sorting the meridians of a celestial item is not as simple as transferring Soul Power."

"It's all about being on the same wavelength!"

He extended his delicate fingers, making a series of light, almost imperceptible gestures in the air, as if playing a silent melody.

"Your Soul Power must be kept at the same frequency as the energy fluctuations of the Immortal Herb itself."

"This is the only way to achieve the best combing results."

Ye Lingling was taken aback upon hearing this.

For the first time, her clear, cold eyes met Chrysanthemum Douluo Douluo's gaze directly.

Same frequency?

She had never seen this word in her family's ancient books.

But Chrysanthemum Douluo's confident expression didn't seem fake.

She hesitated for a moment, but decided to give it a try anyway.

Ye Lingling closed her eyes and mobilized that faint but pure Soul Power.

She carefully adjusted the frequency of her Soul Power output, trying to synchronize it with that rhythm.

The process was much more difficult than expected.

She immersed herself in it, adjusting and trying again and again.

Finally.

In a fleeting moment, she felt her Soul Power perfectly align with the energy fluctuations of the Immortal Herb.

Buzz--

A faint murmur, as if it only resonated deep within the soul.

The Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid in my hand radiated a soft, milky-white halo, and a fragrance far richer and purer than before wafted towards me.

Ye Lingling suddenly opened her eyes, her clear, cold eyes now filled with shock and disbelief!

She turned her head, and the look in her eyes as she looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo had completely changed.

It's no longer about watching a titled Douluo with some skill, but about watching a senior in the field of botany who is qualified to be her teacher!

"Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

This time, Ye Lingling's thanks came from the bottom of her heart, and her tone was full of sincere respect.

"Hmph."

Chrysanthemum Douluo pinched his orchid-like fingers, proudly raised his chin, and the jealousy he felt because of Ye Lingling's talent instantly vanished, replaced by a great sense of satisfaction as a teacher.

"This is just the most basic of the basics."

He said in a pretentious tone, "Different immortal plants have different energy frequencies. For example, the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower has an explosive temperament, with a frequency like oil being poured over a raging fire; while the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew is as gentle as water, with a frequency like a clear mountain spring. There is a lot of knowledge involved in taking good care of them!"

These words completely opened the door to a new world for Ye Lingling.

A near-fervent thirst for knowledge surfaced on her usually cool and aloof face.

"I humbly request your guidance, senior!"

"No problem, no problem."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was in a great mood, and with a wave of his hand, he displayed the demeanor of a grandmaster.

And so, an extremely bizarre scene appeared at the entrance of the Maple Dye Pavilion.

One of them is an elder of the Spirit Hall, titled Douluo Yue Guan.

One is Ye Lingling, the heir of the Nine Heart Begonia Family and a future top-tier support-type Soul Master.

The two of them, one kneeling beside the Aromatic Silk Beauty and the other kneeling beside the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, were carefully loosening the soil with a jade shovel while enthusiastically engaging in an "academic exchange."

The scene was bustling with activity, and the academic atmosphere was exceptionally strong.

However, in this harmonious academic atmosphere, there was one figure who seemed so out of place.

Dugu Bo.

This was the title bestowed upon him by Lin Feng himself: "Second-in-Command Gardener of the Maple Dye Pavilion".

At that moment, he stood there, frozen, carrying a menacing-looking steel shovel.

The shovel is a good shovel.

The shovel head is forged from century-old high-quality steel, gleaming coldly, with sharpened edges that can cut through iron like mud.

The shovel handle is made of hard ironwood, heavy in the hand, and has a solid feel.

This was a Gold Soul Coin he had bought from the best blacksmith shop in the city after he was appointed gardener by his senior and went to pick up his granddaughter.

At the time, he was quite pleased with himself for his highly forward-thinking investment.

To do something well, you must first have the right tools!

But now.

His gaze swept over Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ye Lingling, who were kneeling on the ground not far away, holding warm jade shovels and engaged in a heated "academic discussion".

That small, exquisite, and translucent jade shovel is clearly very valuable, full of artistry and professionalism.

Then look at the huge, rugged shovel in my hand... a shovel full of violent aesthetics, which can even be used as a weapon to smash people.

Dugu Bo's old face burned with embarrassment.

He didn't feel like a gardener.

On the contrary, he was a grave robber who was preparing to dig up someone's ancestral grave.

The vibe is completely off!

Dugu Bo's lips twitched violently.

He silently and furtively stored the "divine weapon" that had cost him three Gold Soul Coin into his Soul Tool.

The seniors must not see this.

That's so embarrassing.

After tidying himself up, Dugu Bo cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and walked over with steady steps.

As the "second-in-command florist," he felt it was necessary and an obligation to participate in this top-level seminar on the care of rare and precious plants.

"Cough cough."

Dugu Bo let out a loud cough, a mysterious smile on his face, ready to interrupt.

"Chrysanthemum Guan, this Immortal Herb..."

However, he hadn't finished speaking.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ye Lingling, who were having a great time chatting, simultaneously looked up and gave him a dismissive glance, as if to say, "Who are you? Don't disturb our serious discussion."

Then, the two of them, still full of enthusiasm, lowered their heads and continued their previous conversation.

"... So, Senior Yue Guan, do you mean that when combing the meridians of the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, the Soul Power frequency not only needs to be high, but also needs to simulate an 'explosive' burst of energy?"

"Indeed! Little girl, your comprehension is truly astonishing! This action is precisely to cater to its domineering fire-attribute energy; otherwise, its full spirituality cannot be awakened!"

"Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me."

No.

In a group of three, one of them is bound to be superfluous.

Ignored!

He was supposed to be the Poison Douluo —oops, he should be called the Azure Dragon Douluo now.

He, the Azure Dragon Douluo, was completely ignored by two guys kneeling on the ground playing in the mud!

Dugu Bo took a deep breath.

Tell yourself not to get angry, not to get angry.

I'll still need to learn from their experience in the future.

We can't afford to offend them, we can't afford to offend them.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of another figure.

Chief Florist.

Blue Silver Emperor, Ah Yin.

The "Chief," with her gentle and graceful demeanor and flawless beauty, was squatting on the other side.

Before her stood the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, which shared the same origin as the Chrysanthemum Douluo's Martial Soul.

Dugu Bo's eyes lit up.

Yes!

Those two are academics; I can't connect with them at all!

But shouldn't we at least be able to have a discussion with this chief?

Clinging to the last glimmer of hope, Dugu Bo, with his hands behind his back, slowly moved over.

He planned to observe the "chief's" working methods and learn from his advanced experience.

However.

When he saw Ah Yin's actions clearly, he was once again plunged into deep confusion.