Ice and Fire Dragon Kings' Relic, Dugu Bo's Shock

The toxins within Dugu Yan's body actually originated from Dugu Bo's Jade-Scaled Serpent Emperor martial soul.

That bloodline-level poison could not be eradicated through conventional means.

Dugu Bo had merely relied on his formidable cultivation to slow the poison's spread throughout Dugu Yan's body.

Though he lacked the detoxification methods Tang San had in the original plot, he possessed Pure Heart Eyes, which could see the poison's flow within the body; he had the Death Domain, which could strip toxins from the vitality of all things; and he also had a Life Heart, which could stimulate pure life force to repair organs corroded by poison.

For Li Qinglian, solving this problem could not have been easier.

By then, this Poison Douluo would become a pawn at his disposal.

"I really do need some capable people."

Li Qinglian murmured.

Whether it was the Titled Douluo of Worship Hall or Pope Hall, everyone from Spirit Hall had Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong standing behind them.

Li Qinglian had no desire to remain under others' watch forever.

Dugu Bo was strong enough, and he was honest enough.

Li Qinglian had been quite satisfied with Dugu Bo's performance in the original plot.

"My Dragon Abyss Ring not only has immense storage space, it can even store living things."

"Could those rare immortal herbs be transplanted into it as well?"

Li Qinglian murmured.

He withdrew his gaze, turned, and entered the main house.

"I left in too much of a hurry this time and forgot something important."

"The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well is where the Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King perished. I wonder whether there are any opportunities left here. The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well can maintain such a continuous supply of energy; it should be the two Dragon Kings providing it..."

"In the original plot, two dragon souls were even born here..."

Li Qinglian's eyes gleamed.

The Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King were among the eighteen great Dragon Kings of the Dragon Realm!

Their strength was enough to rival a God King.

Most importantly, every part of those Dragon Kings was a treasure!

Even one of Gu Yuena's teeth contained spatial energy, and she had used it to make the Dragon Abyss Ring.

That showed the Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King might well have left behind supreme treasures of ice and fire attributes.

Even if there truly were no such treasures, Li Qinglian wanted to pack the entire Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well directly into his Dragon Abyss Ring!

Having a top-grade medicinal garden he could carry with him would be of immense use to Li Qinglian.

"But if I really want to stuff the entire Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well inside, I would at least need the Goddess of Life or the Goddess of Kindness to come and help me..."

"I don't have such means myself."

Li Qinglian put those thoughts aside, turned, and entered the main house.

Meanwhile, at the other end of Heaven Dou City, within a deep and secluded estate.

Dugu Yan practically stumbled as she rushed through the main gate.

She covered her still faintly burning backside, her dark green hair scattered over her shoulders in the night breeze, while her eyes remained red-rimmed.

The guards at the gate were startled to see her like this. Just as they were about to step forward and ask, she glared them back with a vicious look.

"Where is my grandfather?"

"M-Master is in the study."

Dugu Yan bit her lip, crossed the courtyard, and pushed open the study door.

Inside the study, an old man clad in a dark green robe stood by the window with his back to the door, flipping through a yellowed ancient tome.

His frame was lean yet straight, and an icy, forbidding aura emanated from him. Hearing the door open, he slowly turned around, revealing a sharply defined face.

Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo.

The most feared master of poisons on the entire continent.

His gaze fell upon Dugu Yan. He froze for a moment before his brows faintly furrowed.

"Yan Yan, what... happened to you?"

His gaze shifted to Dugu Yan's hands, which covered the area behind her, and his expression became somewhat subtle.

Dugu Yan's face instantly flushed scarlet to the tips of her ears.

Thinking of how Li Qinglian had beaten her, she felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Nothing!"

She practically gritted out those three words, then quickly walked up to Dugu Bo, raised her head, and stared directly into his eyes.

"Grandfather, I need to ask you something."

Seeing the unprecedented seriousness in her expression, Dugu Bo's frown deepened.

Something was very wrong with Yan Yan today.

"What is it?"

"Someone said—" Dugu Yan took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly, "that I only have three years left to live."

Dugu Bo's pupils suddenly contracted.

In that instant, the color nearly drained from his face.

"Who is spouting such nonsense?!"

His voice rose, carrying a panic he desperately tried to conceal.

"Grandfather!"

"At a time like this, are you still going to hide it from me?!"

Dugu Yan cut him off. Her voice suddenly grew louder, and the tears in her eyes nearly spilled over.

The study fell silent for a moment.

Dugu Bo opened his mouth. Looking at his granddaughter's tear-filled eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed, yet he could not utter a single word.

He fell silent.

Seeing his silent expression, Dugu Yan's heart sank to the depths.

She had actually sensed it for a long time.

The periodic tightness in her chest, the increasingly frequent chill in her limbs, the physical abnormalities she had forced herself to ignore...

But she had always told herself that she was merely too exhausted from cultivation, that it was only occasional discomfort.

Yet now, her grandfather's expression told her it was all true.

"...Who told you?"

Dugu Bo finally spoke, his voice hoarse and filled with endless pain. "Who told you about this?"

"Li Qinglian, the Holy Son of Spirit Hall."

"I ran into him in Heaven Dou City today. He—he saw through the poison in my body and said I had three years at most."

Dugu Yan bit her lip.

Her heart was filled with conflicting emotions.

But in the end, she was fortunate.

If she had not happened to see Li Qinglian with the Crown Prince, she would never have been curious enough to test Li Qinglian's preferences.

And she certainly would not have learned of her condition.

"Li Qinglian?"

"The Holy Son of Spirit Hall who was invested on Pope Mountain six years ago?"

Dugu Bo's expression shifted several times before settling into an exceptionally grave complexity.

Li Qinglian, Spirit Hall's new Holy Son, a genius jointly recommended by every old monster in Worship Hall. It was said that even Qian Daoliu thought highly of him.

But a twelve-year-old boy could see through the poison of the Jade-Scaled Serpent Emperor at a glance?

"He... did he say anything else?" Dugu Bo asked, his voice carrying an urgency even he did not notice.

"He said..."

"He told you to go find him. He has a solution."

Dugu Bo froze.

He stood there, his dark green robe swaying gently in the night breeze, and for the first time, a flicker of joy appeared on that cold, stern face.

He had searched for an antidote for decades, gathered strange remedies from across the world, and exhausted every possible method, yet he could only barely suppress it.

A twelve-year-old child said he could cure it?

But what if?

What if he truly could?

The other party was Spirit Hall's Holy Son, and Li Qinglian was no ordinary person!

Twin martial souls at rank twenty! Even a supreme expert like Qian Daoliu valued him immensely.

Someone like that had no reason to toy with him.

Could he be trying to recruit me? If he can truly save Yan Yan, what would it matter if I gave him this old life of mine?

If Yan Yan is well, the Dugu Clan will not die out.