Low-Budget Tang Wulin

Bai Xiao happily set up a pot beside the lab bench and put in noodles made from wheat he had grown himself.

The wheat had been nourished by the Soul Power of Douluo Continent and was of exceptionally high quality. Combined with Bai Xiao's cooking skills brought from Blue Star, it was the icing on the cake.

Listening to Dugu Bo's screams, Bai Xiao happily ate his homemade noodles. One word described the feeling: satisfying!

After finishing his meal, Bai Xiao went to sleep. If Dugu Bo still failed under Bai Xiao's stable setup, then Dugu Bo was probably an idiot.

Bai Xiao slept remarkably soundly.

The next day, Bai Xiao woke up on the lawn.

He saw a 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 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 in stunned surprise. He had not expected the detoxification to work so well that even Dugu Bo's pathetic appearance had been rejuvenated.

Bai Xiao looked at Dugu Bo's astonishingly handsome face, then at his own hand.

Did the blood I injected come with a beauty filter? What the hell did I create?

Dugu Bo was initially shocked upon seeing what he looked like. Bai Xiao remembered that his Dragon Clan genes had been extracted from soul beasts, and that his blood carried the effects of genetic contamination.

The protagonist of Douluo III was Tang Wulin. His cheat was the Golden Dragon King bloodline, which was also a soul beast bloodline. With it, he not only gained a powerful physique, but also a long lifespan and exclusive blood-energy soul skills.

Now, Dugu Bo had become a bare-minimum version of "Tang Wulin," a human Soul Master with a soul beast bloodline.

Though he could not obtain any golden Soul Rings, Dugu Bo's physique could still go head-to-head with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. He might even outlive soul beasts.

Bai Xiao slowly began explaining everything to Dugu Bo.

After hearing him out, Dugu Bo wore a conflicted expression.

"So you're saying half my body is now beastly, which means I'm a mongrel? But I've also gained a lot of lifespan?"

Dugu Bo's concern shifted from, "Will my granddaughter still recognize me as her grandfather?" to, "Will my granddaughter still recognize me as her half-soul-beast grandfather?"

Bai Xiao: "&¥$&**..."

He had not expected to create something like this either. But then he thought of how Dugu Bo was on his side. The stronger Dugu Bo became, the more beneficial it would be for him, and Bai Xiao finally set his mind at ease.

"Grandpa, release your Martial Soul and see whether anything has changed," Bai Xiao reminded Dugu Bo.

"Good grief, I actually forgot about that."

Dugu Bo said helplessly, "The change in my appearance completely distracted me!"

With a wave of his right hand, a jade-green dragon Martial Soul appeared above Dugu Bo's right hand.

Its dark green dragon horns were savage, and the beastly eyes in its head were filled with cruelty and pride.

Streaks of dark green fluorescence flowed beneath its diamond-shaped scales, making it seem extraordinarily mystical.

The muscles in its limbs bulged terrifyingly, cold light flashed from its dragon claws, and a pair of enormous green wings sprouted from its back.

It looked exactly like a Western dragon.

Dugu Bo was clearly stunned when he saw his dragon-type Martial Soul, but when he felt the pain of the poison's backlash, he immediately dropped to his knees and wept.

"Dad, Mom, can you see this?!

Our family's Martial Soul is finally no longer a curse. Ha, hahaha..."

Bai Xiao could not bear to interrupt him. Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo whom the world despised, hated, and feared, was also a pitiful man.

Without the identity of a Title Douluo, he was merely a father who had watched his son die before his 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 pitiful people must have something hateful about them, but they did not know that hateful people must have something pitiful about them.

Cry! Cry! Only laughter and tears could proclaim the truest emotions. There were tears of overwhelming joy and grief born of unbearable pain. Everything lay within laughter, and everything lay within tears.

Bai Xiao watched quietly. In the future, he would witness even more reunions and partings across Douluo Continent, and come to know more people of flesh and blood. How wonderful that would be.