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-assuredly profound smile curling at his lips.

"Using immortal herbs to clear one's meridians isn't as simple as sending in Soul Power."

"What matters is being 'in sync'!"

He raised an orchid-finger gesture and traced it through the air, as though playing a silent melody.

"Your Soul Power must maintain the same frequency as the energy fluctuations of the immortal herb itself."

"Only then can you achieve the best possible clearing effect."

Ye Lingling froze at his words.

For the first time, her cool eyes regarded Chrysanthemum Douluo, this flamboyantly dressed Title Douluo, with genuine attention.

In sync?

She had never encountered this term in her family's ancient texts.

Yet Chrysanthemum Douluo's certain expression did not seem feigned.

After hesitating for a moment, she decided to give it a try.

Ye Lingling closed her eyes and summoned that faint yet pure strand of Soul Power.

With utmost care, she adjusted the frequency of her Soul Power output, attempting to match that rhythm.

The process was far more difficult than she had imagined.

Immersing herself in the task, she adjusted again and again, trying over and over.

Finally.

At a certain instant, she felt her Soul Power perfectly align with the immortal herb's energy fluctuations.

Bzz—

A faint hum, as if it had sounded only within the depths of her soul.

The Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid in her hand bloomed with a gentle milky-white radiance, and a fragrance far richer and purer than before rushed toward her.

Ye Lingling abruptly opened her eyes, her cool gaze now filled with shock and disbelief!

She turned to look at Chrysanthemum Douluo, and her gaze had changed completely.

She was no longer looking at a Title Douluo with some skill, but at a Senior who could