Little Guga's Mini Classroom Begins

When he saw this thing, he seemed to hear the whispers of death.

"Yes! The prescription in the Martial Arts Guga form is absolutely correct!" Jiang Lan puffed out his chest and said with absolute certainty.

Dugu Bo took a deep breath, took the bowl, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the medicine went down his throat, his composure crumbled.

It wasn't bitter, nor astringent, but a complex flavor that transcended the human vocabulary of taste, like the concentrated essence of a dish made by boiling coptis chinensis, gall bladder, stinky tofu, and expired seafood together for three days and three nights.

In all his years, this was the first time he had ever realized that taste could be a form of attack.

But just as he forced himself to swallow the medicine while suppressing the urge to vomit, a warm current burst from his stomach and spread rapidly along his meridians to his limbs and bones.

Those stubborn toxins that had lingered deep in his bones and tormented him for most of his life began to slowly melt away like ice and snow under the sun, washed away by this warm current.

Dugu Bo stared wide-eyed at his hands.

The eerie dark green that had always clung to his fingernails was fading at a visible rate, and the faint black spots on his skin were also fading inch by inch.

Dugu Bo could clearly feel that the lingering, bone-chilling coldness within his body was being gradually removed, replaced by a feeling of ease.

A miracle doctor!

Dugu Bo couldn't help but sigh inwardly at Jiang Lan's medicine.

He thought he would need to drink it for at least 49 days, but he didn't expect that one bowl would solve the problem.

In this way, his granddaughter could be saved.

Just as Dugu Bo was about to say something, he saw that Jiang Lan had somehow put on a white coat and had a large rock behind her.

Jiang Lan coughed and looked at Dugu Bo: "Teacher, do you know why you suffer from your own poison?"

Dugu Bo thought back for a moment, but he really wasn't sure what the reason was.

Seeing that Dugu Bo remained silent, Jiang Lan spoke up, "You don't know, right? Then let me explain!"

Doro chimed in, "Little Guga's Little Class is in session!"

Dugu Bo: "..."

Although he was somewhat curious, Jiang Lan's behavior made him feel strange.

Jiang Lan looked at the somewhat bewildered Dugu Bo and said, "As everyone knows, Soul Master with a venomous snake-type Martial Soul will condense a Poison Pill on their own once they become powerful."

Dugu Bo nodded and listened quietly to Jiang Lan's words.

Seeing Dugu Bo nod, Jiang Lan continued, "The Poison Pill is a place to store poison, and it can be released during battle. The reason why Teacher suffers from internal poison is because Teacher's mental strength is insufficient to gather all the poison together, and it has accumulated over time to become like this."

Some fans say that Dugu Bo didn't have the Poison Pill, but in reality, Dugu Bo did have it.

Dugu Bo asked, "Why are the other poison-type Martial Soul completely unaffected?"

He actually knew this, but he was just curious about Jiang Lan's opinion.

Jiang Lan explained, "Other poisonous Martial Soul, such as those from other animals, have venom sacs where they can store poison. If it's a plant-based Martial Soul, the poison can be stored within the Martial Soul."

The idea of storing poison in one's Martial Soul was proposed by Tang San himself.

Dugu Bo nodded; it was pretty much what he had thought.

Jiang Lan raised the problem, but how should it be solved?

Thinking of this, Dugu Bo couldn't help but ask, "Jiang Lan, is there any way to solve this?"

Jiang Lan nodded and said, "Of course there are. There are two methods. The first is to improve one's mental strength, but it's impossible to meet my requirements in a short time. The second method is to cultivate Poison Arts."

Dugu Bo became interested when he heard about Poison Arts; it was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

He had spent most of his life studying poisons and considered himself to have a thorough understanding of Poison Arts in the world, but the Poison Arts that Jiang Lan mentioned was completely beyond his comprehension.

"Poison Arts?" Dugu Bo raised an eyebrow; this was the first time he had ever heard of such a term.

"Yes, Poison Arts." Jiang Lan pushed up his non-existent glasses. The sleeves of his white coat were too long, so he rolled them up several times and piled them on his wrists.

Jiang Lan didn't look like a renowned physician sitting in a ward; he looked more like Little Penguin wearing adult clothes. "Unlike Soul Power cultivation, Poison Arts uses specific techniques to refine poison into a part of your own strength. Once refined, poison will no longer be a burden, but your sharpest weapon. You can apply poison with every gesture, and control it with a thought. At that time, not only will the problem of Poison Pill be solved, but your combat power will at least double."

Dugu Bo's eyes lit up as he listened, and he eagerly asked, "What kind of Poison Arts? Show it to your master!"

Jiang Lan pulled a thin booklet from the pocket of her white coat. The cover had four large, crooked characters written on it, "The Five Poisons Secret Manual".

The handwriting was clearly drawn by a child who had just learned to write, using a brush. The horizontal lines were uneven and the vertical lines were crooked, but every stroke was written with a serious effort.

He had memorized this while Dugu Bo was detoxifying, based on the knowledge he gained from the Martial Arts Guga form in his mind.

"This is a compilation of medical and poison knowledge I gathered from the Martial Arts Guga' form. It contains the cultivation methods for five types of Poison Arts, along with corresponding palm techniques, finger techniques, and body techniques," Jiang Lan said earnestly, handing the booklet to Dugu Bo. "However, this is only a small part of the manual; I'm still compiling the rest."

Dugu Bo took the booklet, flipped through two pages, and his expression changed from anticipation to shock, and then from shock to ecstasy.

With his expertise in poisons, he was able to determine after reading only a few pages that the method of this Poison Arts was exquisite and completely beyond his understanding of poison arts.

If he could truly learn everything here, not only would the poison backlash that had plagued him his entire life be easily resolved, but his strength would also reach a new level.

Dugu Bo raised his head, staring intently at his disciple, his emotions too intense to express. He opened his mouth for a long time, but all his words could be summed up in a single sigh.

"The best decision your master ever made was taking you as his disciple."

If Jiang Lan weren't so young, he would want his granddaughter Dugu Yan to be with Jiang Lan.

Some time ago, he heard that Yu Tianheng from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan confessed his love to his beloved granddaughter, but for some reason, she rejected him.

Dugu Bo now feels that his precious granddaughter, Dugu Yan, is not a good match for Jiang Lan at all.

He planned to find a good wife for Jiang Lan Jiang Lan when she grew up.

My own granddaughter?

She has a bad temper and a sharp tongue; she's completely unsuitable for Jiang Lan.

Dugu Bo knew his granddaughter best. She was very well-behaved in front of him, but he knew exactly how she was in front of others.