Chrysanthemum Douluo Wanted an Apprentice: A Stroke of Fortune and Hope for a 70,000-Year Fifth Soul Ring

As the two spoke, Dugu Bo glanced at them from across the way.

"Hey, you two are secretly sending messages right in front of me. Just how little regard do you have for me?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled slyly.

"Old Poison, Ghost and I will send messages whenever we please. If you don't like it, you can put up with it."

"Of course, you could declare war on both of us at once."

Dugu Bo's face darkened.

He would have to be mad to declare war on Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo together.

Those two old fellows had made their Martial Soul Fusion Skill famous across the continent.

Taking them both on alone would be asking for trouble.

Dugu Bo had come to wash away his past humiliation, not to suffer another one!

When Dugu Bo fell silent, Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a soft, lilting laugh.

Across from him, goosebumps rose all over Qi Dao and Dugu Bo.

"By the way, Old Poison, why did you bring a young fellow with you this time?"

"That's not like you!"

"I thought you only had one granddaughter."

Dugu Bo snorted. "None of your damn business. Didn't you bring Gui Mei?"

"Your mouth still stinks as badly as ever, Old Poison. But this young fellow..."

"Hm?" Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Qi Dao, sudden surprise crossing his face.

"What is it, Yue Guan?" Ghost Douluo asked when he noticed his expression.

"Hahaha! Nothing. I'm just excited."

Chrysanthemum Douluo burst out laughing. Then he turned to Qi Dao, trying his best to look kindly and approachable.

"Young fellow, have you taken a Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum?"

"This immortal-grade herb!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo opened his right hand. A faint yellow current appeared above his palm.

The yellow current swiftly turned purple, taking the form of a huge purple