Bloodline Origin!

The setting sun faded, and dusk seeped through the entire secluded valley.

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back, his gaunt figure silhouetted against the evening breeze. His long green hair drifted in the mist. Those detached, merciless eyes that had seen the world's cruelties were now fixed on the boy's back, and the shock and suspicion in them were almost impossible to conceal.

He had watched for a long time. From dawn to dusk, he had hidden in the shadowed depths of the valley, silently observing Luo Qiusheng as he roamed the entire poison garden.

An ordinary Soul Master who stepped into this valley, where strange poisons grew everywhere, couldn't possibly settle down to study medicinal properties. Even touching the plants for a moment would risk poisoning them and leaving their Soul Power sluggish.

Even his own granddaughter, Dugu Yan, had studied poison arts from a young age and stayed by his side for years, yet he would never dare bring her here.

But Luo Qiusheng was entirely different.

The boy walked among the myriad poisons as if on level ground. His fingertips brushed the deadliest vines and heart-corroding herbs, yet he showed no sign of poisoning. He could even stir the poisonous miasma in the plants, guiding it to circulate on its own and tend the soil of the garden.

Even those poisonous herbs, rooted here for decades and clashing violently with one another, became docile in his hands. Their originally chaotic, conflicting poisonous auras were quietly harmonized into a smooth, unbroken flow.

In just one day, the spiritual energy and poisonous miasma throughout the garden had already melded into one. The soil had grown richer, and the spring water had become noticeably clearer.

It seems his words were true. He won't damage the garden; on the contrary, he's nourishing this land.

What shook Dugu Bo even more was the boy's innate aura.

He had traversed the Douluo Continent for decades and seen most Soul Masters with Ultimate Attributes, encountering ice, fire, wind, and thunder alike. Yet he had never seen such a strange and overbearing fire origin.

It was unlike ordinary flames, which scorched and consumed. Instead, it possessed the supreme qualities of purifying all things and suppressing every poison. The hereditary poison of his Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor, passed down for a thousand years, was naturally suppressed by that wisp of fire.

At that moment, a voice broke through Dugu Bo's thoughts.

"Seen enough?"

Luo Qiusheng didn't turn around. He spoke calmly as the last wisp of flame at his fingertips withdrew into his body. His aura settled into serenity, showing not the slightest trace of anything unusual.

Dugu Bo walked closer, his gaze sweeping over the neatly sorted poisonous herbs and half-ripened Immortal Herbs in the boy's hands. "You're no ordinary Soul Master with some knowledge of poisons. Your Martial Soul, your origin—what are they? Who are you?"

He had met countless people in his life, yet he couldn't fathom the depths of the boy before him.

"Senior, there's no need to investigate my background. You only need to know that I can cure your poison." Luo Qiusheng turned around, his expression calm and unruffled, neither arrogant nor impatient.

As he spoke, he raised a hand and opened his palm.

The principles behind making medicine weren't all that difficult, really. Get the heat just right, and the process was practically complete.

Three smooth, translucent pills appeared, their surfaces flowing with a gentle radiance. Made from spiritual Immortal Herbs, they had been refined from dozens of herbs Luo Qiusheng had extracted that day. Their medicinal properties were pure and mild.

"I believe I know how to cure your poison now."

With a steady gaze, Luo Qiusheng slowly explained the root of the problem. "The affliction you've suffered your whole life isn't simply a buildup of toxins. It's the rejection of your Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor Martial Soul by the laws of the plane."

"The bloodline of your Martial Soul carries poison, passed down from generation to generation. After building up over time, it may have drawn the envy of Heaven itself. That's why this bloodline poison has become an incurable curse."

"The Nine-Hearted Begonia is also a Martial Soul envied by Heaven."

"This poison won't kill you outright, but it will slowly hinder your cultivation, trapping you at level 91 for the rest of your life. You'll never reach a higher Titled Douluo realm, nor will you ever be able to bring your Martial Soul to complete perfection and restore your bloodline at its source."

Every word struck with unerring precision, hitting the deepest pain in Dugu Bo's heart.

Dugu Bo stiffened slightly, his cloudy eyes suddenly narrowing.

This secret had been buried in his heart for decades.

He had exhausted half a lifetime studying poisons, pored over countless ancient texts, and sought out famous physicians and poison masters across the continent. He had never been able to find the root of his affliction, and had assumed it was an inborn flaw caused by the backlash of his Martial Soul.

Yet this boy before him had uncovered the root of a malady he had failed to solve for decades, after observing and analyzing it for just one day.

"Go on." Dugu Bo's voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

Luo Qiusheng nodded, his tone still unhurried as he explained, "Ordinary methods of detoxification all focus on driving out, purging, or destroying the poison."

"But your poison... it's rooted in your bloodline and fused with your Martial Soul. It can't be fully purged or destroyed. Fighting poison with poison or treating it with medicine can only address the symptoms, not the root. They can suppress it temporarily, but it will eventually return."

"Still, it's not entirely without a cure." Luo Qiusheng finished and looked at Dugu Bo.

A hint of urgency crept into Dugu Bo's voice. "What cure?"

"To cure it completely, we must work with the natural flow: use the origin of an Immortal Herb to mend the flaw in your bloodline and harmonize it with the laws of Heaven and Earth."

He raised a hand and tossed the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid to Dugu Bo.

"This is the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, an Immortal Herb. It carries an innate power that renews life endlessly and purifies all things. It can seep into your blood vessels and meridians, temper the violent clashes of the Jade Phosphor poison, and mend the rift between your Martial Soul and the laws of Heaven and Earth."

"Then I'll use the three poison essences I refined to match the aura of your natal Martial Soul. I'll guide the toxins throughout your body back to their origin, letting them circulate in a cycle instead of turning against you."

"Finally, we'll use the Millennium Soul-Condensing Flower to stabilize your spiritual sea and secure the foundation of your Martial Soul, ensuring that your affliction never returns."

The treatment progressed in careful stages, each linked to the next. It fit the root of his affliction perfectly, and its logic was so rigorous that it left no room for criticism.

Dugu Bo listened intently. His final doubts vanished, replaced by a surge of excitement and hope.

Could the cultivation bottleneck that had held him back for decades finally be lifting today?

"How must I cooperate?" At that moment, even the proud, stubborn, and unruly Poison Douluo lowered his voice completely.

"Sit still."

Luo Qiusheng gestured for Dugu Bo to sit cross-legged beside the spiritual spring.

The spring was rich in spiritual energy and had the most peaceful aura in the entire garden, making it the ideal place to heal, strengthen the foundation, and harmonize the bloodline.

Without the slightest hesitation, Dugu Bo followed Luo Qiusheng's instructions and sat cross-legged beside the spring. The Jade Phosphor miasma around him drew in completely. He opened all his meridians and let down every defense.

For a Titled Douluo, to trust a stranger completely and entrust him with his life, Martial Soul, and bloodline was an extraordinary exception.

But Dugu Bo knew that the person before him was the only chance he would ever have.

Luo Qiusheng raised his hand again, and a crimson flame flared at his fingertips.

Luo Qiusheng controlled the gentle fire origin as it enveloped the three poison essences, slowly guiding them into the meridians throughout Dugu Bo's body.

The pure, gentle poison flowed along his pathways without the slightest aggression. Instead, it acted like a precisely placed fuse, awakening the bloodline origin that had lain dormant in Dugu Bo for years.

Next, the half-ripened Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid blossomed in midair, spreading a faint immortal aura. Wisps of its verdant medicinal power fell like the gentlest spring rain, soaking into every bone and every thread of Martial Soul blood within Dugu Bo.

The violent poison that had lain hidden deep in his meridians, gnawing at his body without pause, no longer raged and clashed beneath the Immortal Herb's power. It began to settle, dissolve, and merge as one.

Dugu Bo's body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with shock.

The cold, stabbing pain that had haunted him for decades, the sluggishness in his meridians, the backlash against his cultivation—all of it was now fading at a visible rate.

The invisible shackles that had weighed on his heart and bound him for decades were splintering and falling away, one layer at a time!

He could clearly sense his Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor Martial Soul trembling softly. The poison origin, once at odds with Heaven and Earth, was being harmonized by the Immortal Herb's power, slowly aligning with the laws of plants and trees across the Douluo Plane.

This old affliction, passed down through generations and lodged in the bloodline, was finally being eradicated!

Luo Qiusheng remained focused, his mind fully concentrated. He spread out his spiritual power and carefully controlled the flow of the medicinal force and the rhythm of the toxins' harmonization.

At last, the pure Soul Power of the Millennium Soul-Condensing Flower slowly surged into Dugu Bo's spiritual sea. It stabilized the restless foundation of his Martial Soul and soothed the hollow feeling left by his mended meridians, bringing his cultivation and spiritual power into complete stability at their peak.

Night deepened, and the valley fell still...

Two hours of meditation and healing passed in silence.

As the last wisp of the Immortal Herb's medicinal power merged into his bloodline, a pale-green halo of Soul Power suddenly erupted around Dugu Bo.

His aura surged, growing denser and steadier!

The cultivation barrier that had kept him stuck at level 91 for years, without the slightest progress, finally loosened. His Soul Power flowed in a smooth, rounded cycle, without the least trace of sluggishness or weakness.

He slowly opened his eyes. Two flashes of emerald light vanished in an instant. His gaze was clear and bright, no longer clouded with the weariness of years spent suffering under the poison.

Every shackle binding him had been broken!

The stubborn affliction that had resisted every cure for decades was finally gone!