The Old Poisoner's Submission: I'll Take All the Immortal Herbs

"Senior Dugu, what are you doing?"

Ning Chen cried out and hurriedly reached out to help Dugu Bo up.

But Dugu Bo remained firmly kneeling on the ground, refusing to rise.

He raised his head to look at Ning Chen and said in an incomparably resolute tone:

"Kid, this old man said that as long as you could save Yan Yan, I would follow your lead from then on. Today, you not only saved Yan Yan's life, but also bestowed upon her an immense fortune and allowed her Martial Soul to evolve. This kindness is greater than the heavens!"

"From this day onward, this old man's life is yours! If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. If anyone dares touch even a hair on your head, this old man will wipe out their entire clan!"

Dugu Bo's words rang with conviction, entirely from the bottom of his heart.

He was an exceptionally protective man, and his granddaughter was his one true weak spot.

Ning Chen curing his granddaughter's fatal condition was equivalent to saving Dugu Bo's entire world.

For a benefactor like this, Dugu Bo would absolutely repay him with his life.

Seeing the sincerity in Dugu Bo's eyes, Ning Chen felt completely reassured.

Success! A super-thug at the level of a Titled Douluo was now completely under his control.

Most importantly, Dugu Bo was a man who valued his promises greatly and would never betray him.

Seeing how determined Dugu Bo was, Ning Chen released his hand.

He took a step back, folded his arms over his chest, looked at Dugu Bo, and said leisurely:

"Senior Dugu, have you thought this through? I have quite a few enemies. If you follow me, you'll inevitably offend plenty of people in the future."

"You might even provoke some colossal forces that you simply cannot afford to provoke."

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo sneered, patted his chest, and declared loudly:

"This old man has lived for nearly eighty years. What storms haven't I weathered? Even if people from the Upper Three Sects come looking for trouble, this old man won't be afraid. Just say the word. From now on, this old man will obey your orders."

Ning Chen nodded as he watched Dugu Bo's fearless demeanor.

"Good." Ning Chen's smile vanished, and his expression became exceedingly grave.

"Since that is the case, from this day onward, you, Dugu Bo, are also a member of Spirit Hall!"

The moment those words fell, Dugu Bo froze and did not speak for a long while.

Spirit Hall? This kid was actually from Spirit Hall?

Countless thoughts flashed through Dugu Bo's mind in an instant.

He had previously guessed at Ning Chen's identity. Fourteen years old, a rank forty-four Soul Ancestor, with a ten-thousand-year fourth spirit ring.

With such heaven-defying talent, throughout the entire Douluo Continent, no force other than the colossal Spirit Hall could possibly cultivate someone like him.

The Upper Three Sects could not do it, and the two great empires were even less capable.

"So this old man's guess was correct after all."

Dugu Bo took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and looked at Ning Chen.

"You truly are from Spirit Hall. Only Spirit Hall could possibly nurture a monster like you."

Ning Chen looked at Dugu Bo without concealing anything and said directly:

"That's right. To tell you the truth, not only am I a member of Spirit Hall, I am also Spirit Hall's Holy Son."

"Furthermore, I am His Holiness the Pope's personal disciple."

Holy Son? The Pope's personal disciple?

Dugu Bo swallowed, feeling his scalp go numb.

He understood all too well what those two identities represented. The Holy Son was Spirit Hall's future successor and possessed the authority to mobilize most of Spirit Hall's resources.

And being the Pope's personal disciple meant that the most powerful woman on the entire continent, Bibi Dong, stood behind him.

Dugu Bo rapidly weighed the situation in his heart. Although he was a Titled Douluo, he had always been a lone cultivator, without background or support.

Whenever he offended someone, he could only hide within Sunset Forest.

Now, not only had his granddaughter's Martial Soul Backlash been resolved, but by sheer coincidence, he had also latched onto Spirit Hall, the thickest thigh of all.

How was this a loss? This was simply a windfall from heaven, a deal guaranteed to bring profit without any risk! With Spirit Hall backing him from now on, who would dare casually make a move against Dugu Bo?

With that thought, the last trace of concern in Dugu Bo's heart vanished completely.

He clasped his hands together and deeply lowered his head toward Ning Chen, his tone becoming exceptionally respectful:

"Young Master, I never expected your status to be so noble. This old man acted rashly in the poison array before. I hope Young Master will not blame me."

That single address of "Young Master" directly made Dugu Bo's attitude clear.

He no longer regarded Ning Chen as a junior, but as his master.

Ning Chen waved a hand and said casually:

"There's no need to mention what happened before. I did not take it to heart. Those who do not know are not at fault, and besides, you were merely protecting your own territory."

Hearing this, Dugu Bo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this young master was young, he handled matters magnanimously and held no grudges. Following someone like him would make life easier in the future.

Ning Chen turned around, his gaze falling upon the pile of Immortal Herbs that had just been harvested with the Emperor-Slaying Sword.

The Immortal Herbs emitted all manner of light and fragrance. Piled upon the ground, they were practically a mountain of treasure.

Ning Chen calculated inwardly. Dugu Yan's matter had been resolved, and the old poisoner had also been subdued.

Next, it was time for him to absorb the Immortal Herbs and increase his strength.

He then turned back toward Dugu Bo and ordered:

"Dugu Bo, go stand guard outside the poison array. There are several Immortal Herbs here that are quite suitable for me, and I need to absorb them here."

"Remember, no matter what happens, you cannot allow anyone to enter and disturb me."

Dugu Bo immediately rose to his feet, patted his chest, and promised:

"Young Master, absorb them here without worry! This old man will guard the outside. Even if the King of Heaven himself comes, this old man will use the poison array to keep him outside. I absolutely will not let anyone harm a single hair on your head."

After saying that, Dugu Bo turned and left, striding briskly toward the outer edge of the poisonous mist.

He was now full of drive and had to perform well in front of the young master.

After Dugu Bo left, Ning Chen was the only one remaining beside the Ice Fire Yin Yang Eyes.

Ning Chen walked over to the pile of Immortal Herbs, crouched down, and reached out to sift through them.

First, I'll absorb this Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, which can greatly increase spiritual power.

Ning Chen looked at a crystalline Immortal Herb resembling a water droplet and thought to himself.

Spiritual power was the foundation of everything. The stronger one's spiritual power, the more precise one's control over Soul Power would be.

Then I'll absorb the Infernal Delicate Apricot and Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass to see whether they can completely suppress the Evil Fire within my body.

Ning Chen's gaze fell upon the red and blue Immortal Herbs, which radiated extreme auras.

These two Immortal Herbs were the core of the Ice Fire Yin Yang Eyes, and their medicinal power was exceedingly tyrannical.

Then, Ning Chen looked toward a completely crimson Immortal Herb beside them, its top shaped like a cockscomb.

It was the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower.

According to the original work, the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower could purify all Evil Fire and make a Martial Soul pure.

Ma Hongjun had eaten it to resolve the problem of Evil Fire Backlash.

But Ning Chen shook his head as he looked at the Immortal Herb.

He did not intend to absorb this Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower.

Ning Chen stood up and looked at the waters of the Ice Fire Yin Yang Eyes, his mind exceptionally clear.

"Evil Fire has both advantages and drawbacks, but for me, its advantages far outweigh its drawbacks."

Ning Chen understood his own physical condition very well.

The reason he had cultivated so quickly over the years, and why his physical constitution far surpassed that of Soul Masters at the same level, was largely because the Evil Fire had continually tempered his body.

Although the Evil Fire often left him unbearably feverish and even posed the risk of losing control, it was also the source of his strength.

If he completely purified the Evil Fire, his Martial Soul would become pure, but his ferocious offensive power would certainly be greatly reduced.

That would be equivalent to cutting off his own arms. The loss would outweigh the gain.

"What I want is to control the Evil Fire, not destroy it." Ning Chen clenched his fists.

As his words fell, he looked once more at the Infernal Delicate Apricot and the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass.

"I hope these two Immortal Herbs can help me completely suppress the Evil Fire and make it obey me completely!" Ning Chen muttered to himself.