"Dugu Bo offers his thanks."
Xuan Xiao waved a hand.
"Don't thank me. You should be thinking about how to protect yourself afterward."
"You mean...?"
Xuan Xiao looked at Dugu Bo with the expression of an old fox who had seen through the ways of the world.
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan smells Dragon Clan Bloodline like dogs smell shit. Do you think they'll let you off?"
Dugu Bo was choked speechless for a long while. His eyes widened, and his wrinkled old face was filled with terror.
How had he failed to consider that?
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's obsession with Dragon Clan Bloodline had reached a downright deranged level.
If they learned that his family's Martial Soul could evolve into a dragon, they would definitely pounce like rabid dogs. Forget protecting themselves—the entire family would be finished.
Cold sweat instantly broke out across Dugu Bo's forehead, running down his cheeks like rain. He looked at Xuan Xiao as though he were a lifeline.
"Th-then... what should I do?"
Xuan Xiao tossed out a book. It arced through the air and landed steadily in Dugu Bo's arms.
"Take it. Follow the records in the book and condense a Soul Core. Once you successfully break through, I'll find you a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."
Dugu Bo lowered his head and looked at the book in his arms. Five bold, sweeping characters were written on its cover: "Soul Core Condensation Method." They looked imposing at a glance.
With trembling hands, he opened to the first page. It was densely packed with words, every one as precious as gold. As he read, a flash of shock passed through his eyes.
The contents of this book were simply unheard of. He had cultivated for decades and had never heard of a Soul