Detoxification

The Poison Douluo who had been secretly protecting Dugu Yan had been amazed by the boy in his hands more than once.

As a Soul Master, he had defeated a Great Soul Master, treating a gap of nearly ten levels as if it were nothing.

Then, with his ability to remember everything at a glance, he had swept through the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy's library in just three months.

He had delighted an eighty-odd-level Soul Douluo into a madman.

Watching this boy spend every day with his granddaughter, Dugu Bo had found him increasingly pleasing to the eye. He had even thought the two were a golden boy and jade maiden.

But today, he discovered that this brat had actually made his granddaughter cry. How could that be allowed? Was it that Dugu Bo could no longer wield a blade, or had Bai Xinghe grown too full of himself?

However, after Bai Xiao finished speaking, Dugu Bo was stunned. After some thought, he used the reason Bai Xinghe had made Dugu Yan cry to appear, intending to test Bai Xinghe further.

"Fine. Then explain yourself clearly, brat. If you can't give me a proper explanation..." Dugu Bo said, clenching his fist.

Bai Xiao: "..." What am I supposed to explain? Was this my fault?

"Grandpa, don't speak so harshly to Xinghe, or I won't pay attention to you anymore," Dugu Yan said coquettishly to Dugu Bo.

"Alright, alright, my good granddaughter. Grandpa won't make trouble anymore." Dugu Bo gently stroked Dugu Yan's head.

"Brat, is it true that you can cure the poison in Dugu Yan's body?" Dugu Bo asked with a solemn expression.

"My martial soul isn't actually called the Firmament Giant Dragon. It's called the Life Dragon. It controls life force and remolds life!" Bai Xiao said with the same solemn expression as Dugu Bo, spinning his tale. "I can cure the poison in Dugu Yan's body, and I can cure the poison in you as well, Poison Douluo."

"Grandpa, you've been poisoned?" Dugu Yan anxiously asked when she heard Bai Xiao say that her grandfather was poisoned.

"Haha, brat, are you joking? I'm the Poison Douluo. How could I possibly be poisoned?" The Poison Douluo retorted, afraid that Dugu Yan would worry.

At that moment, Bai Xiao was as if Tang San had possessed him. Recalling the original story, he said, "On rainy days, a numb, itching sensation appears beneath your ribs, and it gradually worsens. It flares up once at noon and once at midnight. Given your current condition, each episode should last for more than a full hour. And also..."

"Enough!" Dugu Bo loudly stopped Bai Xiao.

Bai Xiao tactfully stopped and said, "What I'm truly worried about is Dugu Yan. She was steeped in poison from the time she was a fetus. If Yan'er isn't detoxified, she can only live to thirty."

Yet after Bai Xiao said that, Dugu Bo became even more agitated. He glared at Bai Xiao, then began comforting Dugu Yan, who had confirmed that she herself was poisoned.

"Grandpa, did Father die like this? Will I become like Father?" Dugu Yan cried as she clung to Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo fell silent. The death of his son, Dugu Xin, was the pain of his lifetime, a tragedy born of his martial soul.

Seeing that the effect had taken hold, Bai Xiao hurriedly said, "Please don't be sad, you two. Since I, Bai Xinghe, have said it, I will definitely do it. I have complete confidence in curing both of your poisons."

"Brat, as long as you can cure my granddaughter's poison and treat her well for the rest of her life, I, Dugu Bo, am willing to brave fire and water for you!" Dugu Bo said solemnly to Bai Xiao.

"Senior Dugu Bo, as long as I can marry Dugu Yan, I'll be completely content. There's no need for you to do this." Bai Xiao continued to put on his act.

"Good brat! With a grandson-in-law like you, what could I possibly be dissatisfied with?" Dugu Bo looked at Bai Xiao with great affection.

"Xinghe!"

Dugu Yan had never expected that this bookish fool, who spent all day reading, would confess to her at a moment like this. Added to the fact that Bai Xiao could cure the poison in her body, she began to cry again—but this time, they were tears of joy.

Could anyone imagine a girl in the full bloom of youth, who, after facing her father's death, had felt the Grim Reaper slowly drawing closer through the pain in her own body, yet covered it all with a smile every day so that her only remaining family member would not be sad?

Today, she had heard the person she loved most confess to her.

He had told her that he could cure her illness.

For these two blessings to fall upon Dugu Yan at once was no different from Violet Fairy seeing Supreme Treasure, riding seven-colored auspicious clouds, come to steal her away on the eve of her wedding.

Dugu Yan cried. In the twelve years of her life, this was the most freely and joyfully she had ever cried.

She cried because she had escaped the tragic fate that had befallen her father, and rejoiced for the new life that awaited her.

Crying and laughing had always gone hand in hand. In this life, one should laugh heartily and cry heartily, without caring about the expressions of onlookers. Those who truly understand you will never care about such things.