A Child with Innate Soul Power Level One-What Right Did He Have?

Bibi Dong was slightly taken aback, then chuckled and shook her head. Her smile was like a thawing ice river, with a hundred flowers blooming, carrying a breathtaking beauty.

She extended her delicate finger and gently tapped Lin Xia's forehead.

"You, you've got quite the silver tongue."

Bibi Dong stood up, her purple-gold scepter making a crisp, soft sound as it struck the ground.

"Fine, since you know your place, I'll let you have your way. However..."

Her gaze fell in the direction where Dugu Yan had left, and a faint, almost Frisk, glint of light, seemingly capable of Infiltrator time and space, flashed deep within her purple eyes.

"That old poisoner Dugu Bo is not so easy to deal with. If he really comes... I want to see how you can handle it."

Lin Xia didn't seem to care much about Bibi Dong's words. How should she respond?

What need is there for a solution? Dugu Bo is already in a terrible predicament. If he knew he had a way to resolve this, he would be grateful if the other party didn't beg him for help.

Moreover, given his own status, Dugu Bo wouldn't dare to act recklessly. Besides, based on Lin Xia's understanding of the original work, Dugu Bo was a loyal and righteous person. Although he acted a bit eccentrically, he was extremely reliable!

Bibi Dong looked at Lin Xia's expression, a complex light flickering in her purple eyes, finally settling into a soft sigh and a deeper, more indulgent affection. She reached out and gently ruffled Lin Xia's Limber hair.

"Sometimes even I find the things in your little head unfathomable. Never mind, you have your reasons, and I trust you. But that Dugu Bo is eccentric and his strength should not be underestimated. You must be careful when dealing with him."

Lin Xia tilted her head back, her smile still bright and full of confidence.

"Master, don't worry! I know what I'm doing. That old poisoner is probably in a real bind right now."

Lin Xia spoke as casually as if she were discussing the weather.

"The poison in his granddaughter's body is a sword hanging over his head, concerning his life and the continuation of his family line. Now that he knows there's a solution, he wouldn't hesitate to kneel and kowtow to me, let alone beg me, just to save Sister Yanyan. Besides..."

Lin Xia gently patted away non-existent dust from her waist with her small hand.

"I am the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, how dare he act recklessly? Aren't he afraid that you, Master, will destroy his stronghold?"

Bibi Dong was amused by his smug little act of pretending to be powerful, but a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

"Hmph, if they really don't know what's good for them, what's wrong with tearing it down?"

The powerful aura flashed by, then softened.

"However, your master knows quite a bit about this old poison master."

"I know a little bit about it."

Lin Xia gave a vague reply, blinking her clear, large eyes.

"In short, Master, just wait and see, this old poisoner will soon come knocking on our door."

The master and disciple chatted for a few more minutes about the miscellaneous affairs of the Spirit Hall. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the carved window lattice, dyeing the Quiet Room a warm golden-red.

Meanwhile, at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, in Dugu Yan's private courtyard room.

A very faint, very peculiar, bitter scent of herbs filled the air, originating from the Emerald Green Incense Candle burning quietly in the center of the room.

The candlelight flickered, releasing pale green Smokescreen as fine as hair, rising upwards almost Frisk in the dim light of dusk, yet carrying a strange, Infiltrator quality as it stretched straight toward a distant and fixed direction.

Time slowly passed as Dugu Yan waited anxiously. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, Lin Xia's words echoing repeatedly in her mind—"poisoning," "backlash," "Martial Soul Evolution," "swearing an oath on the honor of the Spirit Hall"...

And then there was that sentence that made her flustered. "Sister Yanyan is so beautiful."

Every emotion was clashing fiercely within her.

Fear of her own condition, resentment towards her grandfather for hiding it from her, Covet for the future Lin Xia described, and the lingering shame after being teased by a seven-year-old child.

Finally, as the sky outside the window was completely enveloped by the magnificent sunset and the light inside the room became even dimmer, a very slight spatial fluctuation, carrying a sense of travel-worn travel, suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Yan Yan!"

An aged yet dignified voice, now filled with obvious anxiety and worry, Infiltrator the door and clearly reached Dugu Yan's ears.

It was none other than Poison Douluo Dugu Bo!

Dugu Yan sprang up almost instantly, rushed to the door, and flung it open.

Standing outside the door was her grandfather, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo.

He was still wearing his signature dark green robe, his figure slightly hunched, and his dark green hair seemed more disheveled than usual. He looked travel-worn, clearly having rushed over as quickly as possible after receiving the message.

That old face, covered in wrinkles and perpetually gloomy, was now filled with urgency. His deep-set, emerald-green eyes were fixed on Dugu Yan, scrutinizing her from head to toe, as if to confirm that she was unharmed.

"Grandfather!"

Dugu Yan's voice carried a barely Frisk sob as she pulled Dugu Bo into the room, quickly closed the door, and casually set up a Soul Power Barrier to block any detection—a self-defense technique Dugu Bo had taught her.

"What happened? Those specially made Soul-Guiding Candle shouldn't be used lightly unless it's a matter of life and death! Did someone hurt you? Or did you encounter a problem in your cultivation? Let Grandpa take a look!"

As soon as Dugu Bo entered, he bombarded Dugu Yan with questions, his withered hand instinctively placing it on her wrist, his pure Soul Power, carrying the intent to probe, about to surge in.

"Grandpa, I'm fine! I'm alright!"

Dugu Yan quickly shook her head, stopping her grandfather from investigating.

Dugu Yan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She pulled Dugu Bo to sit down at the table, looking at him intently with an unprecedented seriousness and focus.

"Grandpa, please don't rush, let me finish."

Dugu Yan's voice carried an undeniable resolve.

Then, she recounted everything she had heard in Lin Xiajing's room, word for word.

From Lin Xia's self-disclosure of being a useless person with only level one Innate Soul Power, to the casual talk about the Martial Soul Evolution.

It accurately pinpointed the terrifying consequences of the poison afflicting her Martial Soul's Origin Poison and the latent backlash from the toxin.

Then he explicitly stated that he had a way to help her remove the poison and promote the evolution of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul.

Finally, there was the frank statement. "I hope Dugu Bo will join the Spirit Hall."

But it also announced the promise of "not forcing her, and still helping her even if she doesn't join," and... that sentence that made her blush, "Sister Yanyan is so beautiful."

Dugu Yan's narration was clear and well-organized, highlighting the key points and conveying to Dugu Bo the crucial information, tone, attitude, and even the confidence and control beyond her years in Lin Xia's words as truthfully as possible.

She especially emphasized Lin Xia's solemn promise at the end, "Words are golden, and laws follow," as well as the dignified bearing befitting Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

As Dugu Yan narrated, Dugu Bo's expression changed like the wind and clouds.

At first, there was surprise and uncertainty.

"Innate Level 1? Evolution? Nonsense!"

Dugu Bo scoffed, not believing it at all.

How difficult is it to Martial Soul Evolution?

What makes a child with a first-class innate constitution so special?

Upon hearing words like "poisoning," "backlash," "dormant," and "outbreak," his withered hand resting on the table trembled violently, and a barely Frisk hint of panic and... pain flashed deep in his eyes.

Dugu Bo subconsciously avoided his granddaughter's probing gaze, his face so gloomy it could drip water.