Planning for the Immortal Herb

Early morning.

The Feng Clan's rear courtyard.

Feng Xiaoyuan sat cross-legged on the bed.

Pale cyan soul power flowed continuously through his meridians.

The soul power of heaven and earth around him slowly gathered toward him.

After a long while.

Feng Xiaoyuan opened his eyes.

He sensed the soul power that had increased within him.

Yet there was little joy on his face.

"My cultivation speed has slowed again."

Ever since he absorbed the Whale Glue.

His cultivation speed had indeed undergone a soaring improvement.

But as the medicinal power of the Whale Glue was completely absorbed, his cultivation speed slowed back down.

More importantly, Feng Xiaoyuan discovered a drawback of his Martial Soul.

An external Martial Soul.

Double the consumption.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaoyuan looked toward Grey Wolf not far away.

Grey Wolf was lying in front of the workbench.

He wore a welding mask on his face.

Sparks were flying everywhere across the workbench.

Grey Wolf was still muttering to himself.

"Weld this part here."

"No, no."

"This is too close to the weld seam."

"When the stress stacks up later."

"The whole part will be ruined."

Feng Xiaoyuan quietly watched this scene.

Under normal circumstances, if one did not summon their Martial Soul, there would be no soul power consumption.

But Grey Wolf was different. He was an external Martial Soul with independent consciousness.

He was active outside at every moment.

This meant he was constantly consuming Feng Xiaoyuan's soul power.

So Feng Xiaoyuan had to spend several times longer than others to cultivate the same amount of soul power.

As Feng Xiaoyuan's strength increased.

The soul power Grey Wolf consumed also grew greater and greater.

Feng Xiaoyuan had never felt that this was a burden. He only felt that it was his honor.

After all, whether it was the Soul Power Pistol or the Sky Wolf.

Or even more soul tool technology in the future.

All of it came from Grey Wolf making it by hand.

To Feng Xiaoyuan, this had never been a problem.

The only problem was that Feng Xiaoyuan felt he was too weak.

So he could not provide Grey Wolf with an endless stream of soul power.

Suddenly, a name surfaced in Feng Xiaoyuan's mind.

"Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo."

To be precise, it was the medicinal garden occupied by Dugu Bo.

The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

There, the most top-tier natural treasures in the entire Douluo Continent were stored.

Immortal herbs.

Feng Xiaoyuan smiled faintly.

"I almost forgot."

"There's still an immortal herb exchange voucher from the original story that hasn't been used."

Feng Xiaoyuan found Feng Yan.

At that moment, Feng Yan was sitting at his desk, reviewing several family briefs.

When Feng Yan saw Feng Xiaoyuan come over, he could not help smiling.

"What is it?"

"Done cultivating?"

Feng Xiaoyuan sat down directly opposite Feng Yan.

He got straight to the point.

"Father."

"Do you want to break through to Title Douluo?"

When Feng Yan heard Feng Xiaoyuan's words, he shot him an annoyed glare.

"Isn't that nonsense?"

"What Soul Douluo on Douluo Continent doesn't dream of breaking through to Title Douluo?"

Feng Xiaoyuan nodded.

"All right, then."

"Father, what if I had a way to help you break through to Title Douluo?"

Feng Yan's expression gradually turned serious.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"This isn't something you can joke about."

Feng Xiaoyuan did not explain and simply continued.

"I'm not joking with you, but you'll have to do me a favor."

"Take me to meet Dugu Bo."

Feng Yan was also stunned when he heard that name.

"Poison Douluo? Dugu Bo?"

"What do you want with him?"

Feng Xiaoyuan did not explain, merely giving a mysterious smile.

"Once we meet him, you'll know."

"Besides, the key to your breakthrough to Title Douluo lies with Dugu Bo."

Feng Yan stared at Feng Xiaoyuan for a long while.

He had watched Feng Xiaoyuan grow up since he was young.

He knew Feng Xiaoyuan would never speak without reason.

In the end, Feng Yan still nodded.

"Fine."

"I'll take you."

Three days later.

Feng Yan brought Feng Xiaoyuan to Heaven Dou City.

As the imperial capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, it was naturally far more prosperous than Divine Wind City.

People came and went along the streets, and soul masters could be seen everywhere.

However, the two of them did not linger there.

Under Feng Yan's lead, the two soon arrived at a secluded courtyard deep within an alley.

This courtyard was not luxurious, and its surroundings made it seem even more deserted.

A cold, sinister aura permeated the area around the courtyard.

Large amounts of poisonous herbs were planted inside.

Ordinary people simply did not dare approach.

After a report was made, the two were led into the courtyard.

At the center of the courtyard, an old man with green hair was sitting there drinking tea.

The old man was thin, but his eyes were a strange dark green.

It was none other than Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.

Feng Yan cupped his hands slightly.

"Greetings, Your Eminence Poison Douluo."

Dugu Bo looked Feng Xiaoyuan up and down.

"Not bad."

"Seven years old, rank seventeen."

"Feng Yan, you've certainly had yourself a fine son."

A smile appeared on Feng Yan's face.

"You flatter him, Your Eminence. It was only good luck."

Dugu Bo gave a light cough.

"Go on, then."

"What business do you have with this old man?"

Feng Xiaoyuan did not beat around the bush and spoke directly.

"Senior Dugu."

"These past few years must have been very painful for you."

Dugu Bo frowned at his words.

"What do you mean?"

Feng Xiaoyuan said calmly.

"Whenever the weather is rainy."

"Do you feel an itchy, numbing sensation between your ribs?"

"It flares up once at noon and once at midnight."

"Judging by your current condition, Senior Dugu."

"Doesn't each attack last for more than an hour?"

"And late at night, around the third watch."

"Do the top of your head and the center of your soles feel as if they're being pricked by needles?"

"Your whole body spasms for at least fifteen minutes."

As Feng Xiaoyuan continued speaking.

The smile on Dugu Bo's face gradually disappeared.

Because every symptom matched.

A terrifying aura erupted in an instant.

The pressure of a Title Douluo swept through the entire courtyard.

Those dark-green eyes stared fixedly at Feng Xiaoyuan.

"How do you know this?"

Feng Xiaoyuan looked calm, as if he had not felt the pressure at all.

"Senior Dugu, that dark-green hair of yours is precisely the result of being tainted by poison qi."

"From there, based on the state of your poisoning, wasn't it easy to infer the symptoms?"

After hearing this, Dugu Bo only gave a cold laugh.

"This old man has played with poison his entire life."

"And you're telling me I've been poisoned?"

Feng Xiaoyuan did not panic in the slightest.

"That's right."

"And the toxin has already tainted your very source."

"Not only you—your descendants have also been poisoned. This toxin is hereditary."

"Mr. Dugu, you don't want your granddaughter to lose her life because of you, do you?"

Dugu Bo fell silent at those words.

All these years, the one he had worried about most had never been himself.

It was his granddaughter, Dugu Yan.

He had already lived for so long. If he died, then he died.

But Dugu Yan was still so young.

He should never have had to suffer this.

A moment later.

Dugu Bo withdrew the oppressive aura that belonged to a Title Douluo.

For the first time, he studied Feng Xiaoyuan seriously.

"Kid."

"Just what else do you know?"

Feng Xiaoyuan answered with a smile.

"I might know even more than you imagine."

"And I also have ways to help you detoxify."

"Not just one way, either."

"There are at least three ways to solve the problem of the toxins in your body, including your granddaughter's."