You're So Young, Yet You Know How to Make Medicine?

Ning Chen deliberately paused, putting on a somewhat troubled expression.

He stroked his chin and looked at Dugu Bo. "Senior Dugu, I really do have something I need your help with, though I'm not sure whether it would be convenient for you."

The moment Dugu Bo heard that Ning Chen had a favor to ask, he immediately perked up.

He had been worrying over how to repay Ning Chen for saving his life. Now that Ning Chen had brought it up himself, it could not have been better.

"Boy, what is it? Go ahead and tell me."

Dugu Bo patted his chest and declared loudly, "As long as you're not asking this old man to pluck stars from the sky, I won't refuse anything else."

Seeing Dugu Bo's forthright manner, Ning Chen secretly laughed.

Old man, you said it yourself. Don't you dare go back on your word later.

Ning Chen then cleared his throat and spoke unhurriedly.

"It's like this. I've recently been looking for medicinal herbs to make medicine. I happened to hear Dugu Yan mention that you have a Medicine Garden here in Sunset Forest, one specifically for your secluded cultivation."

"Would Senior Dugu permit me to enter and search around? Perhaps I might find some herbs I need."

The moment those words left his mouth, the bold look on Dugu Bo's face froze.

His eerie green eyes swept over Ning Chen from head to toe, his face full of disbelief.

"Boy, you're so young, yet you know how to make medicine?" Dugu Bo's voice gradually rose.

On Douluo Continent, there were already few people who understood medicinal herbs, and even fewer who could use them to make medicine.

Dugu Bo had played with poison his entire life and was fairly well versed in medicinal herbs.

But Ning Chen looked no older than fourteen or fifteen. What the hell could he possibly know about making medicine?

Ning Chen waved a hand, looking very modest.

"I only know a little and am far from proficient. I usually just enjoy reading medical texts and tinkering around. Would Senior Dugu be willing to let this junior enter and take a look?"

At that, Dugu Bo's brows gradually furrowed, his withered fingers unconsciously rubbing at the corner of his clothes.

"This... I'm afraid that won't do."

Dugu Bo hesitantly forced out those words.

The instant Ning Chen heard that, he started cursing inwardly.

What the hell is this old man up to? He was just thumping his chest, saying he'd brave mountains of blades and seas of fire. Now he won't even let me into his Medicine Garden?

He changes his face faster than turning a page. What a sore loser!

Though Ning Chen grumbled inwardly, his expression remained unchanged. He simply watched Dugu Bo quietly, waiting for an explanation.

At that moment, Dugu Yan, who stood nearby, could no longer bear to watch.

She limped over to Dugu Bo, grabbed his sleeve, and tugged on it hard.

"Grandpa! Ning Chen only wants to enter your Medicine Garden to look for a few herbs. Do you really have to be this stingy?"

Dugu Yan pouted, her face full of displeasure.

"He saved my life! You just said you owed him an enormous debt, yet now you won't even give him a few blades of grass. Do you still care about the dignity of a Titled Douluo?"

Dugu Yan showed no mercy with those words. She felt that her grandfather was being far too miserly this time.

Whatever Ning Chen wanted, he should simply give it to him. What was there to begrudge over a Medicine Garden?

After being rebuked by his granddaughter, Dugu Bo's old face reddened, and he stamped his feet anxiously.

"Oh, my little ancestor, don't talk nonsense!" Dugu Bo hurriedly covered Dugu Yan's mouth.

He turned to Ning Chen and hastily explained, "Boy, don't misunderstand. It's not that this old man is being stingy or refusing to let you go. It's just that the Medicine Garden is truly somewhat dangerous."

Seeing Dugu Bo act as though he were facing a great enemy, Ning Chen became even more expectant.

He knew that what Dugu Bo was about to mention would surely be the Ice Fire Yin Yang Eyes.

That old man occupied such an incredible treasure ground yet had no idea how to make use of it. What a complete waste.

Ning Chen raised a brow and put on a curious expression.

"Oh? What danger? You saw this junior's movement technique just now. Ordinary dangers are nothing to me. Please explain it in detail, Senior Dugu, and broaden this junior's horizons."

Dugu Bo sighed, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked toward the distant green poison mist. His expression became extremely solemn.

He had to make things clear today. Otherwise, if this boy recklessly barged in and lost his life, Dugu Bo would be branded as someone who repaid kindness with enmity.

"Boy, listen carefully."

Dugu Bo extended a withered finger and pointed into the depths of the poison array.

"At the very center of this old man's Medicine Garden, there is an extremely strange spring."

"The spring isn't large, only about fifty meters in diameter. Yet it is divided into two halves."

"One half is crimson, and scorching steam rises from its surface all day long."

"The other half is dark blue, with thick frost covering its surface and bone-piercing cold radiating from it."

Dugu Bo paused there, and a trace of fear flashed through his eyes.

"That spring contains the most yin and the most yang forces in the world. The red half is terrifyingly hot."

"The blue half is bitterly cold. Even someone with the deepest soul power would be frozen into an ice sculpture upon approaching it."

"This old man has lived in that place for so many years, yet I don't even dare get within three meters of that spring! The extreme cold and heat intertwine there, and the destructive force they create is simply beyond human power to withstand."

After speaking in one breath, Dugu Bo stared fixedly at Ning Chen, hoping to see fear on his face.

Dugu Yan, standing nearby, was completely stunned after hearing her grandfather's description.

"Grandpa, you... you're a Titled Douluo!" Dugu Yan stammered.

"Is there really a spring in this world that even you don't dare approach? How is that possible?"

In Dugu Yan's heart, her grandfather Dugu Bo was an invincible existence.

A level ninety-one Titled Douluo whose poison arts had reached miraculous heights—wherever he went, he could swagger through unchallenged.

Yet now, her grandfather had personally admitted that he did not even dare approach a spring. It completely overturned everything she knew.

Dugu Bo's old face reddened. He coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

"Yan Yan, so what if I'm a Titled Douluo? A Titled Douluo is still a person of flesh and blood."

Dugu Yan swallowed and turned to Ning Chen.

She had initially thought her grandfather was merely being stingy, but now it seemed he was telling the truth. That place really was too dangerous.

"Ning Chen, how about... how about we forget it?" Dugu Yan urged softly.

"Even my grandfather doesn't dare go there. You'll definitely be in danger if you enter. Whatever herbs you want, once we return to Heaven Dou City, I'll spend money to buy them for you at an auction house."

"You saved my life. I'm willing to spend however much it takes."

Listening to Dugu Bo's description and seeing the concern in Dugu Yan's eyes, Ning Chen nearly burst out laughing inwardly.

This old poison freak is sitting on a treasure mountain without recognizing its worth.

That was a holy land capable of nurturing countless immortal herbs.

Ning Chen then put away his thoughts, and his gaze turned serious.

It was time to bring out his true trump card.

Only by seizing Dugu Bo's weakness could he rightfully enter the Ice Fire Yin Yang Eyes and make the old man willingly cooperate with him.

"Senior Dugu." Ning Chen took a step forward and lowered his voice.

"In that case, this junior needs to take a look at that Medicine Garden even more. But before that, this junior has some private matters I would like to discuss with Senior Dugu alone."

As Ning Chen spoke, he made a gesture of invitation, signaling for Dugu Bo to move aside.