Bai Xiao happily set up a pot beside the workbench and tossed in noodles made from wheat he had grown himself.
The wheat had been nourished by the soul power of Douluo Continent, making it exceptionally high in quality. Combined with Bai Xiao's cooking skills brought from Blue Star, it was like gilding the lily.
Listening to Dugu Bo's screams, Bai Xiao happily slurped down his homemade noodles. This feeling could be summed up in one word: refreshing!
After eating, Bai Xiao went to sleep. If Dugu Bo still failed under this stable setup of Bai Xiao's, then Dugu Bo was probably just stupid.
Bai Xiao slept soundly through the night.
The next day, Bai Xiao woke up on the lawn.
He saw a stunningly handsome man with waist-length black hair and fair skin standing beside the equipment.
Sensing the powerful aura emanating from that figure, Bai Xiao immediately entered a combat stance.
"Hey, are you Chrysanthemum Douluo? What did you do to Dugu Bo?" Bai Xiao shouted.
The handsome man suddenly vanished from before Bai Xiao's eyes, then reappeared right in front of him and punched him in the forehead.
"You brat, you actually mistook me for that freak Chrysanthemum Douluo!"
Bai Xiao clutched his forehead, stunned. He had not expected the detoxification to work so well that even Dugu Bo's wretched appearance had reverted to youth.
Bai Xiao looked at Dugu Bo's astonishing face, then looked at his own hands.
Did the blood I injected come with a beautifying effect? What the hell did I create?
Dugu Bo was also shocked upon seeing himself like this. Bai Xiao thought of how his Dragon Clan genes had been extracted from Soul Beasts, and how his blood carried the effects of genetic contamination.
The protagonist of Douluo Three was Tang Wulin. His cheat was the Golden Dragon King bloodline—also a Soul Beast bloodline. With the Golden Dragon King bloodline, he not only gained an immensely powerful physique, but also a long lifespan and exclusive blood-and-vitality soul skills.
Now Dugu Bo had become a bare-bones version of "Tang Wulin," a human Soul Master with a Soul Beast bloodline.
Although he could not obtain any golden Soul Rings, Dugu Bo's physique could still go toe-to-toe with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, and he might even outlive one.
Bai Xiao began explaining things to Dugu Bo bit by bit.
After hearing him out, Dugu Bo wore a conflicted expression.
"So, half my body is beast now? Does that make me a mongrel? But I've also gained a huge amount of lifespan?"
Dugu Bo's worry shifted from "Will my granddaughter still recognize me as her grandfather?" to "Will my granddaughter still recognize this half-Soul-Beast grandfather of hers?"
Bai Xiao: "&¥$&**..."
He had not expected to create something like this either. But then he remembered that Dugu Bo was on his side. The stronger Dugu Bo became, the more beneficial it would be to him, and Bai Xiao finally set his mind at ease.
"Grandpa, release your Martial Soul and see whether it has changed," Bai Xiao reminded Dugu Bo.
"Good heavens, I actually forgot about that."
Dugu Bo said helplessly, "The change in my appearance completely distracted me!"
With a wave of Dugu Bo's right hand, an emerald-green dragon Martial Soul appeared above it.
Its dark green dragon horns were savage and menacing, while the beastly eyes in its head brimmed with ferocity and pride.
Strands of dark green fluorescence surged faintly beneath its diamond-shaped scales, giving it an incomparably mystical air.
The muscles in its limbs bulged with terrifying force, cold light glinted from its dragon claws, and a pair of enormous green wings protruded from its back.
It looked exactly like a Western dragon.
Dugu Bo was clearly stunned upon seeing his dragon-type Martial Soul, but when he felt the pain caused by the toxin backlash, he immediately dropped to his knees and wept.
"Father, Mother, can you see this?!
Our family's Martial Soul is finally no longer a curse! Ha, hahaha..."
Bai Xiao could not bear to interrupt this scene. Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo hated, despised, and feared by the world, was also a pitiable man.
Setting aside his identity as a Title Douluo, he was merely a father who had watched his son die with his own eyes yet could do nothing, and a grandfather who only wanted to protect his remaining granddaughter and see her grow up safely.
People only knew that "there must be something hateful about a pitiful person," yet they did not know that "there must be something pitiful about a hateful person."
Cry! Cry! Only through tears and laughter could one declare the truest emotions. There were tears of overwhelming joy, and there was sorrow born of unbearable pain. Everything lay within laughter; everything lay within tears.
Bai Xiao watched quietly. In the future, he would witness even more meetings and partings, joys and sorrows on Douluo Continent, and come to know more people of flesh and blood. How wonderfully splendid that would be.
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