Eradicate the Roots, Ink Jade Divine Bamboo

Pufferfish Douluo gave a scornful laugh, opened his mouth, and inhaled violently, swallowing the poison in one gulp.

His martial soul was the beast martial soul Pufferfish, which possessed the unique ability to absorb all the poisons in the world and convert them for his own use.

"Taste your own poison."

He wore a smug smile, preparing to neutralize the venom he had just swallowed, but his body suddenly stiffened, and his face was overcome with terror.

"Ah! What kind of poison is this!!!" Pufferfish Douluo clawed at his swelling chest and abdomen, his voice frantic.

Dugu Bo sneered without a word, unleashing several soul skills. Several different types of snake venom merged into a shimmering, iridescent black, shooting out with swift, lethal precision.

Gu Rong, who was fighting nearby, narrowed his eyes and moved calmly, hooking his fingers toward the direction behind him.

Seeing this, Pufferfish Douluo, who was being tortured by the venom, immediately tried to dodge.

This opponent was different from the usual; the toxins were incredibly bizarre and impossible for his martial soul to neutralize. He had already begun to think of retreating—as long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.

"Chi Xue! Look out!"

"Hmph, in your dreams." Gu Rong sneered, accurately cutting off the path his opponent had to take, and threw a solid punch.

Just as Pufferfish Douluo attempted to retreat, the ground beneath his feet instantly bulged, and five earthen pillars surrounded him, closing in to form a sturdy cage.

The mass of snake venom landed lightly on him, instantly corroding several holes into his body and sending up plumes of green smoke.

His prideful skin proved useless; he collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony with a twisted expression.

"Bastard," Snake Spear Douluo roared. "Just you wait, Spirit Hall will not let you off."

With that, he thrust his spear several times, using the momentum of his counterattack to blast away into the distance.

"Second Soul Skill, Overload."

Chen Xin arrived with Han Yu. Han Yu pointed into the void at the retreating figure, and the space in that area froze for a split second.

Gu Rong, relying on his boosted speed, caught up and blocked him once more.

At this moment, the roles of attacker and defender were reversed.

Snake Spear Douluo looked at Gu Rong before him, gritting his teeth as he said, "The two of us are elders of Spirit Hall. Do you really intend to offend Spirit Hall?"

"You clown." Gu Rong cast a look of contempt and spat fiercely.

This man had tried to kill them repeatedly just moments ago, and now he knew fear.

Han Yu bowed to Chen Xin beside him and said, "Teacher, he who hesitates is lost."

Chen Xin nodded, erupting with terrifying might. His figure appeared in the distance, forming a pincer movement with Gu Rong.

Trapped like a rat in a jar, Snake Spear Douluo looked at the two in despair, filled with regret.

Half an hour later.

Two Title Douluos who had only met Han Yu twice vanished from the continent.

Fortunately, a right leg bone dropped from Pufferfish Douluo, nearly ten thousand years in age, which became Dugu Bo's trophy to be used by his granddaughter.

"Holy Son, you don't have a right leg bone yet, do you?" Dugu Bo looked down at the soul bone in his hand and asked softly.

"Keep it. I have better options."

Han Yu smiled and refused.

Aside from a head soul bone, his next targets were all hundred-thousand-year soul bones; he had no interest in these petty gains.

After cleaning up the traces, the group returned to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well together, as Han Yu had yet to fully absorb the medicinal power of the immortal herbs.

"Han Yu, guess what my third soul skill is?" Ning Rongrong asked, shaking her body with her hands behind her back.

"Soul power amplification," Han Yu replied, suppressing a laugh.

"How did you know? Ugh, did Father and Grandpa Gu Rong tell you!" Ning Rongrong pouted, her willow-leaf brows slightly furrowed as she glared at the people behind her.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong both stiffened, smiling and shaking their heads.

"I'm already level thirty-three now, I've surpassed you! Pretty impressive, right?" Ning Rongrong turned around and lifted her fair neck like a proud little swan.

Han Yu smiled and clapped, his eyes filled with a hint of doting affection.

If he could, he hoped Ning Rongrong would always stay this way; after all, who wouldn't love such an adorable little sister?

However, if Ning Rongrong knew Han Yu's thoughts, she would likely be heartbroken—she wanted much more than just a brother-sister relationship.

"Spirit Hall couldn't hold back after all, daring to strike at our sect so brazenly." Ning Fengzhi slammed his scepter into the ground, his expression extremely grim.

He had been attacked twice in just a few days, and by two Title Douluos at that. It was clearly premeditated, aimed at leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect leaderless.

"Fengzhi, I think it would be best if we return to the sect early. With the old man here, there's no need to worry," Gu Rong agreed, nodding.

Han Yu pointed to the spring and said softly, "Teacher, Sect Master, the medicinal power in my body will take a few more months. Why not have His Excellency Dugu Bo accompany you back to the sect?"

Dugu Bo glanced at Gu Rong upon hearing this and rolled his eyes.

He had fully accepted his role as an elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but he still held no love for the culprit who had placed a restriction on him.

"Very well, then I shall trouble you, Senior Dugu Bo." Ning Fengzhi bowed slightly.

"You are too kind, Sect Master." Dugu Bo put away his expression and smiled as he helped him up.

Han Yu seemed to recall something; he stepped out from the crowd and found a strange-looking immortal herb growing from a patch of rocky ground.

He summoned the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, thrust it fiercely into the base, and extracted the entire herb.

He looked toward the taciturn Chen Xin, smiled slightly, and walked forward quickly to hand over the herb, saying slowly, "Teacher, you should consume this immortal herb as well."

The herb was long and narrow like a sword blank, with very few bamboo leaves, appearing a glossy black with several green-gold veins, and its roots were interspersed with bits of gold and stone debris.

It was none other than the Ink Jade Divine Bamboo.

"Han Yu, this should be more suitable for your martial soul, shouldn't it? Isn't the main body of your sword made of bamboo?" Chen Xin frowned, shook his head, and asked.

Han Yu summoned the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword and gently stroked the blade, his tone filled with confidence: "Teacher, to be honest, the quality of my martial soul far exceeds that of the Ink Jade Divine Bamboo; even if I consumed it, there would be no improvement."

This was a flying sword made of Golden Thunder Bamboo that had reached the ten-thousand-year level; he absolutely did not believe that any material capable of enhancing its origin existed in the Douluo Plane, as the gap between the two worlds was simply too vast.

Chen Xin looked thoughtful and nodded as he accepted it.

At this moment, even with his steady temperament, his breathing became rapid and his throat bobbed slightly as he silently stared at the immortal herb in his hand.

He adjusted his state of mind, took a deep breath, and condensed his soul power into a blade at his fingertips to split the Ink Jade Divine Bamboo down the middle.

He then tilted his head back to swallow the dark green, golden-tinged sap oozing from the cross-section before sitting cross-legged.

A jade-ink luster appeared on Chen Xin's skin as the medicinal power of the Ink Jade Divine Bamboo spread along his meridians to his entire skeletal structure, silently enhancing the strength of his bones and muscles.

The Seven Kill Sword martial soul automatically emerged from his body, emitting a humming sound in the air.